Weee 2008

If you haven't realised, today's the last day of 2008.

Some people think Yay! A new year is coming!

While others think Oh nooo, there won't be another 2008.

I just bathed Bingo. She's supposed to be clean. Because she smelled. And...

At around this time exactly one year ago we were out somewhere looking for Bingo just because she had to get herself lost.

REDRUM

Red Rum.

Haha. Hahahaha. Anyway.

Gootbye

Jo's of to NS for another three months.

She's coming back on the 11th of March 09. The day before my brother's birthday! How sweet.

Boredom Controls

Yes, it really does. Anyway, I've decided to write a tiresome list of what I got. Meaning EVERYTHING! That I can remember.

The greatest, greatest Nike bottle! - Jian Eu & Pa

6 Versa colour/craft stampads - Misa

M&Ms blue nail polish - Jo

An Ikea lineless with line sheet journal - Chin Ee and family

A photo frame - Jean and family

Mini Toblerone

Pen

Kangaroo

Phone case

Felt heart

Freddo

Candy cane

That's all. Wow, that's quite little.

Merry Christmas!

Wow. It's christmas - again.

It was dull because the christmas tree didn't have lights.

Tagged by Joshua

Choose 4 Friends *Hint* You should alternate between genders *Hint*

1. Sonia
2. Ethan
3. Liesl
4. Jian Eu

1. Would you date 1? Ahahaha. No.

2. Has 2 helped you in anyway? I seriously don't know.

3. Are you close to 3? Nooooope.

4. Is 4 in a relationship? HA. HA. HA. He's too sophisticated.

5. Can 1 solve a puzzle that you can't? Yes, probably.

6.What do you and 2 have in common? Blackish spectacles.

7. Do both you and 3 do the same of anything? Crafts!

8. Would 4 date 1? That would be hilarious.

9. Would 1 date 2? More hilarious.

10. Is there anything you don't have in common with 2? Yes, loads.

11.Does both you and 3 live near each other? Quite near.

12. Would you throw 4 out a window? Of course not.

I tag Jian Eu, Sonia, Ron, Ethan

I Watched Angus!

I went to The Curve and watched Angus, thongs and perfect snogging yesterday! Ahahaha. Nearly everything you laugh at is girly. It got fresh!

It's quite nice, the story line is very, very normal but the jokes are funny. I don't really know what's with the name. It's random. The movie is probably funnier if you're a girl. But if you're not a girl, you should try to think like one while watching the movie. Angus is cute. Angus is not the guy, it's the CAT. It's a fluffy sort of movie. It's great for when you don't want to think!

It's the eve of christmas!

Katie is...

So cute

So weird

So yellow!

What is Katie?

A yellow lama?

She goes AHHHHHHHH.

Happy Lizard Gets Disturbed

I'm happy to announce my new-found fear of lizards! Probably scarier then roaches. Just now, as I was going to bake my Shrinky Dinks, there was this big, black, lizard. Okay, maybe the lizard wasn't big, but it wasn't small either. And then, it ran away under the microwave. But another lizard just HAD to come out and hide under the toaster.

I tried hitting the counter with a fork, not knowing whether I left my mark.

Of course I couldn't use the toaster now. First of all, I didn't want the chance of the lizard dashing head-first towards me. The second reason, I didn't want the smell of fried cicak.

So I waited. And waited. I did the labels, and then I put some of the gifts in the plastic packets. I got bored and did other random stuff. I think this went on for at least 45 minutes when I started to get bold and push the oven toaster. Push, jump back in terror.

I peered under the toaster. Then under the microwave. It was under the toaster. I felt the lizard run across. AT LAST. But it wasn't safe yet. Or rather I wasn't safe yet. It was on the stove.

So I baked my stuff in fear.

True

I went to my first TRU camp. It was okay - lah.

I think the ones before were better. That's what Ken and Jo say. The camp was pleasing and agreeable, but nothing really stood out. There wasn't really a "special" thing.

If there were three levels of niceness displayed in nods, I think it would get the third nod, meaning the second worst nod. The best nod has your head moving up and down very fast with your tail wagging. I don't think there's a camp like that. Dorothy said to wait for heaven. HA. HA. Your mouth is open and your head is moving quite slowly up and down. There's quite a wild look in your eyes. That's the second. Now, the third, how I judge this camp, eyes are calm, head is moving in rythm upwards and outwards while mouth is shut. But still you can see that the person is liking the camp. The fourth nod is simple, it just shows that you dislike something.

Sooo. I don't think there's much left to talk about camp. I don't even have photos. Everything was done in routine. Jo and I talked, and talked, and talked at night. This is a conversation.

Somebody: So you two were the ones talking at night!
We: Oh, you could hear?
Somebody: Abaden. (How do you spell it?)

Yay! We talked. The first night there really wasn't anything to "talk" about. But the third night we had this game where we asked each other "things". It was supposed to be truth or dare actually. But, only truths came out I wouldn't really even call them truths because they were more like opinions. But truths come out with opinions. Haha. Hahahahaha. The questions we asked were really weird. Sometimes.

Then there was a time where the person who scooped out rice announced for lunch that the girls were having a competition on who ate the least rice. Then at night he said it was peer pressure.

I think it was the third night, Dora smacked me with something while Jo and I were talking. It was dark, and it was a surprise, so I was shocked. I couldn't even see her face, only here black outline.

It was time to go home! It passed fast, meaning that I actually enjoyed. Wait, what am I saying? No, I don't dislike it. But it wasn't GREAT. I guess I can say I "enjoyed" it. I slept in the car. And I went home!

Youth Camp

Should I say weee? Again?

Anyway, I hope my clothes are ready! Now I'm wearing sort of like the rejects from my drawer.

And.. I have to get my Joker costume done! Its quite difficult, since I don't have purple pants.
But! My mom has this really really weird green vest with colourful circles around the place. I don't even know why she bought it.

Then, I have to find my pantsss. Long. And PURPLE. Almost impossible to find in my wad of clothes.

My face. I've got that settled. The main base, bedak sejuk! For those of you who don't really have any idea about it, it's what Simple Jack wears! My brother wears it every night. But it stinks. Because it's fermented rice. And then, borrow my mom's reddy red red lipstick.

At least I'm wearing The Joker. My brother before this and Jimmy Mackelroy(I dunno how to spell his name) kept on pushing for Camille. CAMILLE? But he wanted Jo and I to be the male-male duo in Blades of Glory. That is actually a very good idea. BUT. There's always a but. Jo hasn't even watched the movie and she's not dressing up. So. I think it's rather difficult to do the peacock costume. Not many people knew who the half Bond Girl from Quantum of Solace is. Well, she's CAMILLE.

Oh and a pack of cards. The Joker needs a pack of cards.

Yay! I'm going as a guy. I'll probably be horrid.

The camp is on Saturday. I'm in the same group as Jo, in the same devotional thing with Jo, and probably in the same dorm as her. They treat us like peas in a pod. Quite a good thing. Last time Jo was asking my cousin Sue to come. Then we could jump across the space between beds and talk and talk and talk. My cousin asked whether we thought she was a flying squirrel. I'm new, so I have a tick on my name. Noooo... Extra attention?

I'm pushing for posts. Long ones if possible.

Chriiiistmass

It's going to be the 25th - again. The christmas tree is not up, and I seem to be travelling around the place. There won't really be time to put up the dusty old tree.

This Saturday is Youth Camp till Tuesday.

After that, I'm going to Taiping because my mom wants to meet her friends in Penang. My brother wants to eat Phui Yee's parent's Wan Tan Mee.

The whole week is busy except Friday which has a Care Group dinner and then the packing. And then, I have to buy some MORE presents or rather MAKE more presents. Probably I can do the making in Taiping.

Chin Ee's is a face mask. I bought whitening, but then my mom said she wanted lifting. So. I really think my mom said at first that my aunt wanted lifting.

Lip Butter

I've rediscovered the secret for lips that don't hurt. Shea butter! I think you can use Vaseline. But shea butter works faster.

My dad went on a flight and they loaded him with expensive stuff. A shea butter pot, a small tube of handcream and some other stuff. Nice stuff.

But I just HAD to leave the butter pot in the car - sideways. I came back finding the car compartment sooo oily. It really was a waste.

1. My mom or was it me had to clean it up later. Oh wait, was I the one to clean it up?
2. About half of the butter dirtied the car.
3. The stuff is EXPENSIVE.
4. Now the butter in the pot is not equal. Meaning all the shea butter is only on one side of the tin. There's some on lid also.

Now I have to put it in the fridge. I tried taking it out for around an hour and it was this digusting, squashy, pudgy thing. It looks like tapioca in the fridge.

Bolty!!!

I watched Bolt yesterday! It is goooood.

I went to a sleepover with Jo, Ken, and Yang, at Jo's house and slept at 5? Or was it closer to 4:30? Anyway, it was late, the guys had slept already, but Jo and I continued to talk, whisper, snigger, laugh. YWC matchmaking. Wow.

Then I had to wake up at 9 am to go to a class. To glaze pots and so on. I came back and there was a call for me to watch Bolt! It was stressed at first since I needed to go to some Ballet class with a grumpy, brooding teacher.

I thought Bolt would be normal, but it wasn't!

The starting was just too cute. White dog puppies. Ahhh. But then the hamster is the cutest. It looks more like a ball than an animal. Mittens too. There were some really emotional parts. And the starting was nice.

Haha. Face transformation. Bolt was good.

More Stress Please

Wee. I just went to YWC 08 and came out - alive! Actually I'm shocked. I didn't "do well" in the last one.

We wrote The Toilet Paper. I found the stress interesting, lovable (when in camp), and one of the best things in this YWC. Some people cracked and splattered and worked themselves up into a rage.

The Toilet Paper

Elliot - Editor.

Lydia - Assistant Editor.

Sarah Yong - The girl who borrowed my soap and sent me back to the sink in her room to get it
back. She said she even forgot who she borrowed it from. zzz.

Jia Wei - Has a 8.1 mega pixel camera. Picture bank.

Jo Fan - I borrowed his camera a lot. Picture bank. Has the kitty pictures.

Brian - Contributor of The Toilet Paper and resident artist.

Sophia - Teeny weeny feet.

Fayanadya Adipatria - Writes reviews.

Timothy - Did the Benedict article. Stepped on a cow-patty. Kaweeee.

Sieh Jin - Dodo the Frog. Frodo the Dog.

Phui Yee - Main Editor.

Me. Who lives in Brian's shadow in art. pra. Came up with the mas head of The Toilet Paper!!!

The first day was really long. The night was quite horrible but one of the best also because of the STRESS. The Toilet Paper was dying. The was only one computer to be used and that konged out.

The second day I went to snap photos of Benedict Subramaniam and the kitten. Wow. The kitty was cute. But not THAT cute. But it was cute because nearly all kittens are cute. IT DIEEDDD. Jazz killed it. The dogs are not as gentle as you think. Think about it, THE KITTEN DIED. I wrote the kitten story. At last I got the chance to jump in the pool. We watched Motorcycle Diaries. Word went around saying the actor was better than Daniel Radcliffe except his eyes were not half as touching.

Third day. I woke up realising the days were running away. The next day I was going to go home! We went to the cave where Freddie Chong spent his last few breaths. And I came out - ALIVE! My legs hurt. Ouch. Writer's Slam moved to tomorrow! Then at night suddenly I'm asked to write an article.

The slam. Not everybody spoke. Interesting. I go home to Catty.

Random notes.

I drank more Milo than water!
I love the stress!
Food was worse than last time though it got better. Or maybe I just got used to it.
Ron thinks the food is alright, but he thinks the rice is ground-breaking!
The cow-pies amazed me!
Not everyone enjoyed it.
I didn't become a fish. Meaning I swam much less.

It was great. I'll go next year - if I can.

I'm going to dig out some photos.

The Second Day of M-IFW 08

That seems really long ago. Everything blends into one another. This is probably going to be a boring post.

Going to CAD. Bust-a-Nut chose to do my lamp which my parents STOLE. I took such a long time just to do a light bulb. How could I? I was one of the last to finish. Also because I closed it before I saved it. Praaaaa

Then yay! My mom comes to pick us up to the fashion week! We ate Tesco chocolate cookies for lunch. It was actually quite nice. Then I had to change and wear my mom's evil platforms. They aren't really evil, just that I'm not used to spoiling my feet. I really, really, need to get formal shoe.

We start searching for a parking lot and then I point out a fabulous spot but my mom doesn't hear me. I forgot to tell you, Sonia and Leila came. Wee. They pile on the fun.

We go down and start ooh-ing and ahhh-ing at The Gardens. The Gardens is expensive. That's what makes it appealing. My mom kept ahh-ing at the wooden flooring in shops. "That's the floor I want."

We go up and up in escalators. Then we reached our destination to find out that it was squashed and stuffed with people. We tried to catch the show with the Bumiputra designers. Alright, no more show. My mom went downstairs and came up asking whether we wanted to skip the show and eat at Red Box since it was so cheap. We settled with NO. Well, luckily, because soon after a volunteer gave us tickets!

The show was too long. It was boring and the music was just disturbing. I wanted it to end! It ended. We ate trunch - a packet of bee-hoon and ice-lemon tea.

Weee. We caught the Albert King show. It was... great? Maybe be even more than great. It made me stare and stare and stare over and over again. All the stuff wasn't alike. And it covered my fashion ground - Evening! Wee again. What was nice was that every dress had a certain flower so it all looked alike at the same time.

We grew tired and was riding on an escalator when a woman told us the next show was totally free seating so we could get sit where we wanted. We got pink roses too. And I still have the image of a very rich woman seated with her legs open opposite us in the super VIP seats. The show we watched was by Anita Hiong or Heong or something like Hiong.

Plus we got freebies! Lipgloss from L'oreal and face mask.

Blog Lots

Yay! I did it! I managed to use the computer!

I haven't used it for six days. Amazing...

Well, I'm aiming for three posts. Today! I don't think I've done more than one post except on the first day of my blog. Come to think of it, I forgot to celebrate Essence of Dittany's birthday.

The first post will be on YWC of course.
The second on the second day of MIFW.
The third? THIS.

I might even go on a spree and do not one, not two, but three more posts! Kidding. I'll spend too much time.

The First Day of M-IFW 08

Weeee! I went for the first day of the Malaysia International Fashion Week! At first the day started out horrid.

We reached there at eleven after a lot of rushing since I only woke up at ten. Then we queued up. It turned out that we were in the wrong line. So, we went to the other table.

The week before we had "registered". Registering means nil. You still have to wait until all the important people get in then they will give you tickets. So we waited. All the VIPs were late so the show only started around 11:48. Then the speaker came and said how good we were to be bright and early. The show was supposed to start at eleven.

We watched Truly Asia which was a group of designers around Asia. At first there was this weird dance thing. They all had this white make-up on their faces. Then it was PU3. My mom and I felt it was rather boring. Nothing new except for this bright pink shorts-shirt. We also feel Amber Chia is looking stick-like.

We watched designers from India, Indonesia, Korea, Japan, China and some other places.

The last one I think was still from Malaysia. It was boriing. I think the lights gave my mom a headache. And then there was this screechy, screamy music. I didn't like the fashion. Again, nothing new.

We went out of the cat-walk place. Then we went out of the Fashion week room. We were leaving the place hunting for lunch when a lady called us and stamped our hands with this red chop. When we went downstairs, we realised that the chop gave us a free, nice, buffet lunch!

We didn't know that while we were eating, the Villiam Ooi show was on. We missed it. I hadn't expected the show to be on time.

We went back in the Fashion Week place and waited and waited for at least an hour. Luckily I persuaded my mom to ask if the red chop could get us in. It couldn't. So we had to get the "free seating" tickets. When we went back in the queue had already started for the MIFA 8 fashion forward. But it was blue tickets, or rather important people, first. Ours was black. So we waited. Then, one of the volunteers came and gave us each a blue ticket!

Muahahaha. For once I was a VIP. I got a fuschia sticker instead of a green one. The seating was by number. My mom keeps on saying that "angels" were watching. Har. The seats were much closer to the cat-walk so I think my mom could see the faces of the models more.

The competition was nice. I think I prefered it to Truly Asia even though the designers were not so experienced. I think it didn't make me so tired either.

Tommorow I'm going again! Though I have CAD so I will miss a show.

YWC!

Doggie in the Movie!

I watched Amazing Grace yesterday.

My mom says the actor is from Fantastic Four. It seems weird. Somebody acts as a superhero and then acts as a totally different character? Well, actually I guess it's not so weird. He is supposed to be a hero.

Before I watched the movie I thought he was a black. Muaha. I also didn't know the movie was about a loooong time ago.

I wouldn't call the movie "soooo boring" but I wouldn't call the movie "so engaging!" either. Actually I thought It would be really boring since all the things I heard about the movie point in one direction - BORING.

I like the dogs. They are MY kind of dogs. Big, and furry!

I say I only like the dogs. How shallow.

That's what I like. I like the dogs. Simple.

Alright, I like other things too. I like that it was set in seventeen something. The costumes were nice, though I'm talking about the female costumes. I always look at the costumes in these type of Jane Austen time movies.

But I didn't really enjoy the movie because I watched it at my mom's friend's house. I was sitting on the floor, hugging my knees. At home I would probably do that at home but it didn't feel comfortable because I was in a house I didn't know well. Also, it was FREEZING. My brother had stuffed his hands under his shirt.

I kept on thinking his name was Wilbur Wilburforce.

OOOO

The title is actually supposed to be peas in a pod. It looks like my attempt failed. I'm not "OOOO-ing" at some juicy secret

I like the look of peas in a pod. I think they're really cute. The reasons:

They are green!

They are round?

Green is my favourite colour!

They are cute.

I'm always caught up with some sort of fruit or vegetable. The one before peas were lemons. Everywhere lemons were seen. That's why I made that cat_inalemon thing. Before lemons were apple trees! I think I still like lemons though. But maybe not so much. One thing I like is the colour. Yellow. Something other than the colour, the shape.

I remember the time when my grandmother made these pea pods. She cut the shape out from crepe paper and then put a bead at the spot where she wanted a bump and pressed. Then it looked as if there was a pea inside. She did this till the end so it looked like a pod full of peas. It was nice. Realistic too. But I dunno where they went. Its probably in some junkyard somewhere. We throw away lots of what we've made. We being me and my mom. That's why my mom doesn't want to send me to craft or pottery class. We have no storage space for the crafts created.

And I always get bored of the classes I go to. BORED. It's a very disturbing, hair-ripping feeling. Well no, I never rip my hair out.

I end up dreading going to classes. It's always the teacher or the stuff thought. Sometimes it's both. I don't get inspired easily.

Paper Cuts

That hurts. It's especially bad when you start dancing with your hand hard. Then, one big, unpleasant slide and slice goes the skin!

I dunno why they hurt so much. It doesn't even go really deep. Eating a juicy sour orange is the worst. The juice drips down and goes into the cut. I usually try to suck it out. By then the damage is done.

I remember the time I asked Sonia what to write about. She said paper-cuts. Then I thought of banana smoothies. Banana smoothies are goood. I want a KENWOOD SMOOTHIE JUNIOR. Then I decided not to blog. I didn't have anything to blog about anyway.

But Kenwood Smoothie Juniors are nice. That is what I want to talk about.

No, I don't really want a Kenwood Smoothie Junior. I was scolded quite a few times for wanting too much and how I was NEVER satisfied with what I had. Quite true.

I want a camera!

I'm joking. But I think another camera than the company one would be nice. It's so old. It runs on batteries. I have decided that you should never buy a camera that runs on batteries. Even if they are chargeable. They just kong out so fast that I start being very, very, very, grumpy if the camera is left on for a sort of long period of time. The same remarks I hear, RELAX!

Tagged

Tagged by Joanna

1. If your lover betrayed you, what will your reaction be?

Ignore the person and complain to the whole world.

2. If you can have a dream to come true, what would it be?

Having my other dreams come true?

3. Whose butt would you like to kick?

I can only think of my dog

4. What would you do with a billion dollars?

Buy more money!

5. Will you fall in love with your best friend?

Noooo... I don't fall in love with girls

6. Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone?

Being loved

7. D0 you intend to wait for someone you really love?

No. That would take forever

8. If the person you secretly like is already attached, what would you do?

Ignore

9. Is there anything that has made you extremely happy?

I think so. But I can't remember what.

10. What takes you down the fastest?

When I make other people cry. I'm scared of the parents - they give you hostile stares

11. How would you see yourself in ten years time?

Oldish and probably studying.

12. Who is currently the most important people to you?

Family and friends?

13. What kind of person do you think the person who tagged you is?

Loud and uhhh... hamsterfied

14. Would you rather be single and rich or married but poor?

Single and rich! Weeee. I can always marry later.

15.(a)What's the first thing you do when you wake up?

Dreammmm for at least half an hour

15.(b)What is your mood now?

Hungrrryyyy

16. (a)Your favourite weather is?

Cloudy and windy.

16.(b) Would you give all in a relationship?

No

17. If you fall in love with two people simultaneously, who would you pick?

The better one?

18. Would you forgive and forget no matter how horrible a thing the someone has done?

I'll try to. But I know I can't. Because it's quite impossible.

19. Would you suffer now and enjoy later or the opposite?

Suffer now.

20.W ho are you planning to tag next?

Sonia!

Jian Eu

Ethan

Instructions:
Bold the statements that are true to you.
Italicize the statements that you wish were true.
Leave the fibs alone.
Then, stab 5 people to do the same test


I’m 170cm tall.
I don’t know what I want at the moment.
I’m not happy.
I hate my friends.
I hate my life.
I hate my grades.
He drives.
I’m bored of driving.
I have a white handbag.
I love dancing.
I go clubbing every week.
Shopping is bullshit.
I have a tatoo of a star.
I got my navel pierced.
I have friends that take drugs.
90% of my friends smoke.
I still hang out with my ex, even though our break up was rather nasty.
I'm studying fashion.
I have a business running.
I hate cartoons.
I hate someone.
I have 10 Guess handbags.
I buy CLEO every month.
My parents don't know about my blog.
I have an iPod.
I don’t have faith in the current “one”.
My school mates know about my blog.
I wanted to be a fashion designer.
I love rock emo bands.
I hate it when people cancel last minute meet ups.
I’m a rebel.
I’m starting to like wearing dresses.
I don’t believe in love.
High school's filled with drama.
My parents have faith in me.
I’ve bought shoes this month.
A blogger bitched about me before.
I hate sports.
I heart Italian food.
I hate meeting new people.
I hate nail polish.
The mother bear gives me hugs.
People should start appreciating me.
High school was the worst time of my life.
I have red hair.
One Utama is my second home.
I’m a guy.(sometimes?)
I’m scared of my Biology exam.
I hate vacations.
We’ll last.
I believe in long distance relationships.
I’m going to get high and smoke weed one day soon.
I’ve robbed an old lady.
I’m starting to like applying make-up.
I was a tomboy.
At times I think I still am a tomboy.
I love bitching about people behind their backs.
I still have a best friend.
I have a cat.
I hate surprise parties.
I hate planning parties.
I’m hot.
I’m a sinner.
I’ve got a DS light.
I have a Wii.
I can live without music.
Video games are a waste of time.
I miss the father bear.
I love being in love.
I know how to cook.
I have 100% freedom.
Boys are assholes.
I hate Math.
I love horror films.
I’m happy with what I have.
I slept in my parents’ room for 3 days after watching Scream when I was a kid.
My old friends keep in touch with me.
I don’t read newspapers.
The news is such a waste of time.
Blogging is a waste of time.
I hate animals.
I can’t live without make-up.
I curse like a pirate.
I’m happy with my 11 year old car.
I hate people that are smart.
I love Apple Juice.
I can’t drink for nuts.
I believe that everyone in their teens have lost their virginity.
I’ve got a new phone.
I’m going to get a new pair of shoes by the end of this month.
I love swimming.
I haven’t worked out since March.
I think I’m fat.
I love my friends and family.


sonia
jian eu
liesl
jo lynn
ethan

z.z.z.z.

I joined the speech contest.

I cut my hair just below the chin.

I'm going to act as a joyful grandchild eating happily.

I got niggled at for not using up any of my 20 balls of yarn.


Weirdest Maximus!

Woodstock Is Cuddly

I remember the time I played Apples to Apples with Ju Lyn, Ju Ean and my brother. It was supposed to be 'cuddly' or 'adorable' and so I put Woodstock. It was Ju Lyn's turn to be the one to pick and the others were 'caves' and 'surfboarding'. She chose 'caves'. Because she thought I was the one to put 'caves'.

I am NOT so random as that.

I know that sometimes I can be extremely random. But seriously, I don't find caves adorable. Certainly not cuddly.

Caves are clammy, dark things that people admire because of their enormous quantities of bats and their droppings.

I also remember the time my father, my brother and I went 'spelunking' in a cave around Ipoh. We chose the dry path but there was a wet one. While you were on the dry path you could see how the wet one was. It was brown and murky and disgusting all because of the bat shit. People actually waded in it because it was exciting. Ooooo. But my dad wants to go for it. I think I will come back with a seriously serious skin decease.

Don't Fluuuuush

I'm scared of the flush but the flush is NOT scared of me.

There is something about that sound. You push that shiny pedal sort of thing and then at once that noisy, scary, disturbing sound spews out. I think it likes to see or hear me scurry out of the bathroom when it starts talking.

That's why I flush only when I want to get out of the toilet. After that I trot out and get as far away as I can so I need not hear it.

Different flushes make different sounds and some sounds are not so menacing. Some sounds don't make you feel as if you are going to dieee.

The Study Group

There is a study group in one of the houses in Subang. This group is new. This group just got born. The study group wants to ice-skate.

The basis of a study group is, actually, to make you smarter. Meaning this study group needs to be smarter. Also meaning that 'The Study Group' is not smart enough. Not knowledgeable enough. Needs to be brainier.

A study group is also to expose you to other new things. New things or things you want to do with people around. Meaning this study group is filled with lonely people. Also meaning this study group does not mix enough. Too secluded. Needs to be more sociable.

'The Study Group' needs to be filled with professors. 'The Study Group' needs to be filled with social butterflies. People want 'The Study Group' to change. It's suspect.

The Importance of THOUGHTS

THOUGHTS are what I am giving to two of my bean plants.
One is filled with GOOD THOUGHTS.
The other is filled with BAD THOUGHTS.
The last is just THOUGHTless.

The thoughts are supposed to make a plant grow less or more. Thoughts seem to affect the plant though the bad one seems to be growing the most. The thoughtless one grows the least. It sprawls all over the place.

It could have been my fault. I turned a few of the beans so that their roots faced up. Smile!

Beans make you fart.

Dush

Olympics and ballet concert is over!

I smell an IKEA lavender candle. It kills the rotting smell of garbage.

Just now my mom burned the incense holder. The type which you put a candle underneath, then put water and nice smelling oils in the bowlish sort of thing on top.

We burned it for quite awhile.

Then, when she realised that it was burning, she put water that wasn't hot enough on it. She said it cracked. Then I asked her to put out the candle.

Right

This morning, I sounded weird. Now, it's nearly normal but I think it still doesn't sound correct. There seems to be a tinge of ruffledness. This conclusion has been made by myself after saying countless times of hellos to the wall.

Its the DURIAN.

Yes, I like it.
I have had a little too much of it.
It has destroyed my throat. For now.

The Talking Pool

Yesterday Jo and I went to the swimming pool.

We spent at least three hours soaking in water.

We talked. Then swam when there was a talking interval. She realised it should be the other way round. Meaning that we talked when there was a swimming interval. We probably sniggered, laughed and yakked around for two hours.


Then, we realised that we were not swimming at all and that we should start swimming. To avoid swimming up and down the pool aimlessly, I decided that we should make our own route that went all around the pool.

My route. On the third round I started laughing.
Green marks the spot where I started.

Jo asked me after the first round why I was just going around in circles. I told her that was the point.


The Pulls

First, before the time where we swam round the pool, I asked Jo to pull me up from the water using my dear chin. So, after we went around in circles, I asked her to do it again. Then one thing leads to another, so I asked her to pull me up by my ears.
The sequence in which she hoisted me up

1. The chin
2. Ears
3. The right ear
4. The index finger. We both heard a loud crack.
5. The pinky
6. The hair. My head looked as if it were on a stick.
7. The big toe
8. The small toe

Actually, my brother wanted to go to play tennis with his friends so I decided to go swimming.

Hoorah!

I'm going to watch Batman at nine!

I'm probably leaving in thirty minutes time. My brother needs to buy his books.
I wonder why we have to leave one hour before just to buy some note-pads.

I got twenty balls of yarn from Knit Picks on Wednesday. I only got it because my mom's friend came back from California on nine July. I know it's rather delayed. Twenty balls is a lot. At last I found a pattern for a tam which I think I can actually do.

One time I tried to do one under the supervision of the shop lady at Taipan. I tried four times and failed so I gave up. I decided to use the yarn for a cat hat for catty. Now I have just made a sweater. I made the pattern for the sweater myself.

Things, Things, Things

I am to list three things. The colours are nice.

popsicles

lemons

I think you will guess this....

CATS

These aren't the best pictures.
But they serve the purpose.

Rats!

There is an intruder in my backyard. It is a fat, disgusting rat.

Rats are scaring me. We used to have a rat infestation but we killed its population. VERMIN. Dirty things.

There used to be a rat which my father killed. It got stuck to a board of glue.

My brother is scared of rats. The last time a rat came in while I was folding clothes upstairs and my brother jumped onto a chair and started screaming. My dear dog is half blind and is quite dull so she didn't see a little animal scamper across ther floor. Then, a few days ago my brother was wringing the mop and the rat came towards him. He ran into the house.

Well, I'm scared of rats too. They make my skin crawl.

Those rats in the picture ARE rats, but I think they are rather cute. I think it is because they are pets. I don't want to make my blog rat infested.

The Leech Bite

Actually, I thought it would be bloodier.

This is a the back of the leg. It is a rather weird position.

The pink part is the heel.

Seemingly Seamless

hmmmmm... This cat shirt of mine from Thailand seems to have no seams on both sides.

If they had cut it sideways, at least one side should have been sewn up.

It's weird. Perhaps there the shirt uses invisible thread and has had a spell cast on it not to show the lines of the cloth.

Or maybe, more magic is stored in the Cha-Cha cat than known.

It's the LEECHES!

We went to Jo and Ken's father's house in Kemaman for five days. Then, we took a drive to Taman Negara and stayed there for two nights.

The first day of the trip we went to a river. Nothing unusual happened. It rained after thirty minutes. There were fishes too.

Then the second day we went jungle trekking. We walked to the canopy, then to near the top of the hill, then to the top of the hill. Everything went fine just that I was dreading the thought of climbing back down again.

We climbed down to the place where the canopy walk was and took a trek back to the river. The sign said 1.6 KM so we thought it would be an easy stroll back to the chalets.

We walked. And walked. Probably we had passed the wall by then and was burning fat cells. Then everybody started getting scared. Something wasn't right. It looked as if we were taking a path to nowhere. Jo and I were climbing up the hill when we saw Ken and my brother. They were waiting for us and were getting leeches.

So Jo and I stopped and waited for the parents who were the slowest. The leeches were starting to attack her and she was stomping and jumping around. At last the parents called out to us to wait some more.

We walked 0n as soon as they were in sight because none of us wanted to feed the leeches. Then I spotted one on my shoe. I hit it off and started jumping like a monkey. Then we trekked on and I saw another one niggling its way onto my skin. Hit it off.

At last we caught sight of the river! The others wanted to stay for awhile but my brother wanted to get back into civilization so I followed him. We went into the hotel's restaurant to try to get some water but the woman wouldn't give water to us.

We made our way down to the jetty to get to the other side of the river and found Jo and Ken waiting for us. Then we sat down and waited for the parents. That was when I checked my feet. I couldnt find a blood spot.

Ate lunch.

We walked back to the hotel and I took my socks then shoes off when I realized a smudge of red on the side of my shoe. Then I saw a big red spot on my sock. I went and sat on my bed when I saw that I was actually putting blood on it. Then I looked in horror at my right ankle and caught sight of a huge spot of blood. Further up on my shin there was another leech bite. Jo took a picture.

When I was cleaning my shoe yesterday, I realized blood has gotten into the cracks.

The First Was Terrible

Fund-raising does have its good side after all other than donating money to NCS. We went to USJ 5.

The first woman Daryl asked was horrible. When he asked whether he could have a few minutes of her time, she replied with a loud "Noh". There was a H at the end of the "No".

Keep it short. The second person Daryl asked wasn't much better.

Then we walked along and saw a house with two cats in the porch. I stuck my hand through the gate and played with one.

Then we walked along some more and I found this cat. I think it is a mixed Main(e) Coon.

This is the picture that shows the most fur

This is the second one which shows the most fur

This picture the cat doesn't look very nice

That is my brother's hand!

We came home with RM 70.

The last house was great! Not only did the master of the house give RM 30, but the golden retriever was nice and smart. It doesn't wander far away. It looks peaceful and its colour is nice. Creamier.

Thank you Daryl for the pictures.

A Trip To Parliament

Ive never worn a shirt before. But I had to, if not I had to wear either a phsycadalic shirt or a brown flowery shirt. Both of them were my mom's.

Chant!

Okaaay. I just saw an advertisement on the McDonald's chant which rewarded you with a Big Mac. Well, my brother did it and got it. He did it in 3.89 seconds. Actually it SHOWED 3.89 seconds. I think he did it in around 3.5 seconds but the lady stopped it at nearly 3.9 seconds.

Quite a long time ago in a supermarket, I was running away from my brother. That was before the time he had started terrifying me with his jabby zipper-zaps. And so I ran. Quite a short distance actually. Then I reached my destination and tugged at my father's shirt. He was buying fruits. "Papa, Co-Co is disturbing me!!!!!!". I looked up.

WUUUUUAAAAAAAAAAA

I realised it WASN'T my father. I ran off. Rather like Napoleon Dynamite. At the back of me I could hear the laughing snigger of my brother.

One Flew Over My Head

Just one minute ago a bird flew over my head and nearly smacked into the window like in cartoons. It flew over my head very loudly and tried to fly out of the window. It took a few seconds to do that because the opening was quite small. You could hear the loud patter of wings agianst the window.

I thought it was a bat.

Quite a long time ago a magpie flew into our house and into the store room. Bingo went wild and we had to hold her while we tried to dig for the bird. It did not want to come out so we had to wait for a considerably long time. If you bent down, you could see it standing on the floor where it was so difficult to get. At last it flew out.

White Fluffy Stuff

I am going to eat brown porridge afterwards! I dislike brown rice. It has this cockroachy taste which I find disturbing. Maybe the pickled lettuce will erase the taste. I enjoy pickled lettuce. Best of all, you don't even need to cook them. Just get a can-opener and open the can.


That is a toy poodle. I like unshaved toy poodles. There is a toy poodle in my dog's obdience class.

A View On French Loaves

I'm bloated. I don't even know why I feel so stuffed. It's not like I ate THAT much at JPS teatime.

I am having cake for dinner.

I really like pure French Loaves. I like eating eat without toasting, buttering, or garlicing it. It is best if you don't use a bread knife. I prefer tearing them. We're eating them very often nowadays since my brother has a bicycle again. It is very convenient to have a son with a functioning bicycle because he can run errands for you. Boy, do this! Go and buy me some bread please!

I put the picture back on the left. I prefer it that way.

Devices

My mother and I are thinking of devices that will help Bingsa to be shiny.

My mom has already pointed out that it is probably her food since we changed it to Eukanuba. Before, we had tried a packet of Avocado Avoderm since Chin Ee told my mom to try it. Yesterday we bought another packet of Eukanuba. The lady at the shop said that it needs at least three months for her fur to get used to the food.

My mother told her about Bingo not glittering and she told us to try this sort of pasty thing that you squeeze into the dog's mouth. It costs a bomb. It's....... RM 43! That's two dollars less than the Eukanuba dog food.

We settled for human things that will probably help her fur coat. My mother bought Scott's Emulsion and just now a packet of brown sugar that you use to make kuih.

I dunno how the sugar works at all. I think it's something to do with what's inside the sugar. haha. Maybe it is the sugar cane or something.

I think Bingo is enjoying all this new products. Partly because of all the attention but most of all, she has more things to taste! My dog is a greedy animal. One time she ripped open the dog food bag that was on the floor. I am actually still shocked that she saved it for when she would starve if we forgot to feed her before we went out or when we went out for a long time and forgot to feed her.

That's why we put her food on the ladder now. Maybe she'll even learn to climb a ladder.

Boy

Yesterday I finished thed Boy by Roald Dahl. I like the part about the rat-mash and ratitis.

Wow, he really had alot of spanking. Evil headmaster after another. The older people in his school seem to be evil, too. Oh yes, I like the chapter of goat's tobacco. His ancient half sister's husband seems so....... tipsy.

I think I will read Going Solo. Last time I thought it was one was one book, Boy and Going Solo.

Flowers stink after two days. I'm going to eat pumpkin tonight!

Happy Birthday Again!

Yesterday was Chin Ee's birthday.

We had some sort of "surprise party". It wasn't that much of a surprise party cause the secret had been let out when Chin Ee said she was sick and could not come. That was when we had to tell her that it was her party.

Before, Ken and Jo had told her that they were coming to my house to do a briefing of a church camp which was only in May. My aunt really believed it!

No pictures. Camera was spoiled last year. I can ask Jo for some. I gave my aunt a mouse which I had made that day and a spectacles case which I had finished a day before.

It was a pleasant party. At the end Jo and I went upstairs to learn magic tricks. I still have my POTONG! I kept it halfway because I was too full to eat it.

Four days ago I saw this man who was so tall he had to hunch in order not to bang into the bananas hanging from a ceiling frame. My mother can barely reach it!

You can see it on the picture. I put it on the right because I've never done that before.

Oranges

I'm starting to get excited over flowers again. It was because we went to a bridal exhibition and we stayed there until 4:30 for the flower workshop. It was the BEST thing out of the whole exhibition. It was better than the fashion shows which was repeated so many times. One cake booth was nice.

One cake from the cake booth mentioned above had lots of red stripes on it. It reminds me of the cat in the hat. My mother participated in the work shop. I got her scraps.

Nowadays my mom keeps on associating me with bright orange because of my spectacles. They have these orange inner lining with the obvious black frame. So, when she saw an orange sofa she said that we should it get so that I could sit on it and blend in. Then, when my aunt came and gave some cake which was in a container with an orange cover... you can guess. Another thing. I have a watch we bought in June last year which is also made up of those two colours.

P.S. The pears I was talking about in a post were called GONG pears. Gong sounds chinese. Another expensive one is the KOREAN pear.

Furryness

Well, I don't JUST like cats anymore. Actually, I've always liked animals. Not all. But I like birds.

This one looks like it's perched on a signboard.

This bird has some barbecued meat in its mouth.

This is an Albino kookaburra. I think I like it best. It seems very furry.

I kept it for the last. Its markings doesn't seem so striking though.

I like furry stuff. I like those furry rugs at IKEA though they are not "practical". It's hard to vacuum them. And, since I have a dog, it would be an extra "dust trapper". Jo says some sort of FUNGUS will breed in it. Ah well.

It's the 31st!

Today is the end of March! In exactly two months time it will be Beatrix's birthday.

Last night I went to Tony Anthony's talk with Jo, Chin Ee, my mother and father. And of course, my beloved brother. Ken did not come since he had basketball training. We all packed ourselves into one car. Well, it is kind of lucky since we would have been squashed if not squashed already. If you look at it that way.

Being John Malkovich is such a scary film. My father said it was boring when he watched it before. I know it has many layers but I don't get it.

I like PPs

I like PECKAM PEARs. I think that's how you spell it. I just ate it last night after a long time.
I like them because:

1. I like green. Peckam pears are a nice green. The green has more yellow in it than blue.
It is not a green, green. They also have brown freckles on them.

2. They are soft and therefore I can eat it from the core itself without worrying that my two
large front teeth will chip away or break.

4. It has scored me many points in a game Jo thought us.

3. Pears have a nice shape. I don't like china pears*.

Why?

1. They are not green though they are yellow. I prefer green to yellow.

2. It is not shaped like the classic pear.

3. It is too big and hard to eat everything. My brother and I used to call them molecule
pears. He likes them.

4. The hit rate of them being sweet is very low. They are also very expensive.

There are also another breed which look like peckam pears. They have red splotches and are also very, very expensive.

*I don't know whether they are called "China" pears. I just know they are Asian.

After note: My brother just got his birthday present from Acma Books.

Happy Birthday Jo

Tomorrow is Jo Lynn's Birthday! The thing is, none of us are really free on Saturdays. Chin Ee says she wants to make a tea party. Just desserts.

I can play with her kittens. Now she has kittens. Now she has kittens. Now she has kittens. Not just one. The first one, Shiloh, is nearly a cat now. The other three look like they were four weeks old when I saw them last Sunday. One of the three has maggots under its leg. Kittens taken in so young by humans usually die.

THESE ARE PICTURES OF SHILOH

These are Jo's hands.

Ken is playing with her

Oils

I just realised that Kentucky Fried Chicken is a well of oil. Maybe I didn't JUST realise it because my brother has been trying to tell me that. The last time we ate at the shop was around one year ago when my father's friend came. I just ate it three days ago.

How to see the oil:

1. Take out a part of the skin and set it aside as treasure. That's if you like the skin of course.

2. Get out abit of the meat. Make sure it is near a bone.

3. Use a fork, or your handy finger, and press!

Out will come some oil and you can see it overflow. Maybe a drumstick won't work since I used I think a chicken breast.

I Watched Jumper. Again.

I didn't want to watch the Spiderwick Chronicles and the others didn't want to too. It seemed as if we had to watch a movie since it was Ting Yang's last night here. I wanted to sleepover so I followed. I watched it before with Jo because I had to use my ticket voucher.

Good news! It was better with the second watch. Though I still can't believe he backstabbed his friend, just for a girl? Noooo. Well if there is a second show, which I think there will be, I'm sure his friend would come back. My brother thinks he would join forces with his mom and they would fight a new enemy.

I don't regret the sleepover. After having to walk all the way from USJ 11 to USJ 4/3 to go to the CC. I didn't play. I waited, sat on my brother's chair since the whole first half of the time the chair beside was occupied. It IS interesting, your CC neighbours. The first one was a man who was a noob. The second was a teenager who put the speakers loud and who was tone deaf. The third is the weirdest. It was this boy about my age who looked at girls pictures on myspace and commented weird stuff.

For a 'souvenir', I got a red mark on my nose. I didn't get any scars from elastic wars.

Pluck. Die. Pluck. Die.

Four days ago we bought roses. They are all shriveled up. Before that, I plucked the petals from fresh but beheaded buds. Now, they are still buds but are dead.

The top of my drawer is clouded with dried petals which are going to be used for potpourri though I haven't done anything yet. Actually, I was thinking of keeping the leaves for putting melted chocolate on top but my mother said that we didn't have any chocolate left. All was used to bake cookies. One thing I learned was that you could pull all the petals away from the seeds of the bottom to make a rose without its stem.

Snip. ARGGGHHH!!!!

Quite a long time ago I managed to persaude my brother to let me layer his hair since my mother thought that he was too furry on top. Then, when my mom had shaped the top part of hair on his head and his sides, my brother allowed my mom to allow me to cut his hair.

First, I did his right side. Then I did his left side. After that I did his top of the head. When I had finished I felt bored and started doing something to his top-right part of his head. I started snipping and found that I had just cut off a fairly large chunk of hair. Right after that I heard my brother ask what I had just snipped.

I made it up. It was okay because that part wasn't exactly done yet.

Wheee!

I found my dog. Well, maybe I didn't find it but she is back at home.

I realized that if you stand by the side of the street with pieces of paper in your hands people think you are salesmen and immediately shake their head. I had Jo giving out fliers on Bingo and one lady and her daughter nearly walked out on us. They didn't walk out on us because Jo shouted after them that Bingo was two days missing and the woman sent back her daughter to fetch the piece of paper. I didn't really give out fliers because I preferred to stuff fliers on cars.

Then my mom got a missed call from an unknown number and decided to call back. That was how we found where Bingo was.

When we were on our way to the Thai family who was taking care of Bingo, my mother suddenly got obsessed with doing things in "style". So we bought a Secret Recipe cake and made our way to the house.

We got there at last. Took Bingo back and gave a party. After the party we played the drinking game with whisky and I watched my brother's face turn from green, to red. Daryl was struggling too.