This is the reason why I can’t go to sleep at night. Here are a few examples to show you what keeps me up all night, wondering:

Recently former Miss Universe, Natalie Glebova, annouced her wedding engangement to some tennis Thai guy (whoever he is).

Hot Chick, Ugly Guy 1

Petra Nemcova with some lucky ass English lad. Haha.

Hot Chick, Ugly Guy 2

MISMATCHED! It’s like watching a donkey dating a unicorn. Geeez.

Is this God’s way of saying the world is on the verge of being thrown into the recycle bin? Or maybe cheeky cupid is trying to have some fun with his bow and arrow? Whatever it is, I think some black magic is involved and maybe a little karma.

Why does life have to be so hard?

I ditched yesterday’s class (morning and afternoon) to attend the St. John’s Sports Day ‘07. I have all Sunday tomorrow to come up with an acceptable excuse for missing class — need to sleep on that first.

Congratulations to Green Hegemony for winning the championships. Captain Wawan and Captain Rara did a swell job in keeping the team spirits up. To Red Gorillas, Yellow Unicorns and Blue Sharks: good try. I was a Green member back in the day, so I came wearing a green shirt. Hehe.

Here’s Zaff, Captain of the Yellow Unicorns. Though they didn’t win, she deserves a mention on my blog for looking extra extra hot on that day. They lost, but they lost looking good.

Here’s Captain Rara (if she seems familiar, she appeared on world-of-pablo numerous times) with her spanking new short hair. Final coaching words from team Captain Rara to the Green Hegemony Junior netball team.

If you came here for the cheer leading competition video, I’m sorry to say I have decided not to upload it for the world wide web to see. Someone with sticky fingers toggle the video quality setting on my camera to the lowest setting possible; the video is grainy. IM me (those who have my hotmail account) if you want to see despite the appalling quality, but only if you ask nicely. HAHA.

(Click here for a wonderful slideshow of ’some’ of the photos taken)

I am skipping school tomorrow to attend St. John’s Sports day.

It is a beautiful day to be catching dragonflies outside.

Basking under the Bruneian sun.

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Well well, look what we have here. This is a rare sight, better snap a photo of it before it disappears into thin air.

Lo and behold,

Taken during break, yesterday, near the Boy’s toilet (2nd floor)

It wasn’t there today, as expected.
The toilet still smells funny today, as expected.

I wonder if it’s for show only.
I wonder if the administration reads my blog.

Related Entry: (Proper toilets okay?)
Side notes: no cleaning ladies were spotted in close proximity to the premises

Enjoy the rest of your night people!

I have been busy being a sponge; soaking up as much holiday time as I can. I have made zero progress on my assignments. 5 days to go!

I will be spending the rest of my holiday nights at Wawan’s — keeping him good company and making sure he behaves (haha!) while his parents are vacationing in Australia, again. Don’t be surprised if I disappear for the next few days (though very unlikely).

Adios.
Affy-

Very amateurish and extensively photoshopped photos I took today.

He’s so focused, he doesn’t know I’m taking a photo.

Best photo to-date.

Brunei Online sharp-shooters: Don’t laugh. HEHE

Okay, I’m off to bed. Early day tomorrow.
School? Monday? BORING.

Affy-

I came out of the shower and into my room to this grin:

My cousin, Mito. I assure you, this boy can beat you (and me) in a game of NFS or any other game which involves racing.

Me: What happened to your hair?
Mito: Kakak Ira buat. Experiment.
Me: Macam Elvis.

Wawan finally returned my wireless router; almost 7 months after my July sleepover. And with that said, the Love Thy Neighbour post is now obsolete.

I am still waiting one of dad’s techie friends to set up the shared key thinggy. In other words, my wireless network is wide open, neighbours. WIDE open.

There’s only a 1/4 chance they’ll be using my network. I’m not worried.

I can cam and surf in my room, or even better, anywhere I want. Yay.

I’m hungry.
Ciao.

I don’t pay much attention when it comes to the Malaysian Hollywood scene, but after reading Jewelle’s interesting post, there’s no way I’m keeping tight-lipped.

Star TV recently gave Dato’ Siti Nurhaliza two tickets to attend the 49th Grammy Awards, because, wait for it…wait for it.. she won best dressed (photo below).

For those still in the dark, Dato’ Siti Nurhaliza is the Asian equivalent to Britney Spears. Back to Britney Spears’ glory days that is, not todays: white-trash-flashing-her-beaver Britney Spears.

So, this was the dress that bought her an invite to the Grammy’s, huh? I didn’t even know she’s attending the 49th Grammy Awards.

Holy Shit, seriously?!? Look at her dress (or whatever it’s called). It looks like one of those gifts you get on Christmas from your grandma. You know - Grandma does a sloppy job at gift-wrapping Christmas presents and always forget to label “From Grandma”. And the only way to identify that gift is from Granny, is from the slovenly workmanship. But since it’s Christmas - and it’s all about caring and loving each other - you assume she’s suffering from arthritis? Yeah, just like that. If you didn’t get what I was trying to imply, here’s a summary: Siti’s dress looks like an oversize and quite possibly, out of shape gift box.

I bet the designer was drunk the night before the dead-line and the only thing he/she (in this case, ‘it’ is also acceptable but I won’t go there) can find inspiration is from a potato sack. Yeah, put a potato sack, wrap a giant bow around the waist, glue those left-over laces from previous designs all over, a few strings here and there, and WALLA: two tickets to the 49th Grammy Awards.

I don’t blame Siti for winning the tickets, I blame the Star TV judges. Star TV judges: you need your eyes checked and re-checked - just to confirm.

Better yet, instead of giving the tickets to Siti, why not give them to the home-less guys on the streets? You know - the ones who act as if toothbrushes hadn’t been invented before. Just slap them with a decent shirt and jeans from Giordarno (it’s cheap - Ground Floor, The Mall) and send them on a plane to the Grammy’s. Just claim that they are pop-stars. Who’s gonna know? 99% of the people there are Americans. After a decent meal and a good night sleep in one of the luxurious hotel, send them back and act like nothing happened. You’ll sleep better knowing that you showed two homeless guys what they could’ve had, if only they paid attention in class.

Fashion is subjective. Just my 2 cents.
Apologies to the designer, and all my grannies out there.
I don’t celebrate Christmas.

I didn’t proof-read this post. It’s 2.03AM for goodness sake. I’m off to bed.
Ciao.

You know when the moment you reach home, after a long weekend away, the rattling of your keys about to open the front door triggers some sort of psychological thing on your cat, who starts to meow like hell and then proceeding to be clingy. How many of you have experienced that before?

As we aren’t usually home on weekends, it has become the norm for our cat, Princess, to meow like hell the first fifteen minutes we reach home and then be clingy. By clingy, I mean, following you every where you go. And her clingy-ness, has gone to the point of extreme, I can file a lawsuit for stalking. But my mum is the only victim here. Thank God. I don’t know how she puts up with it.

In 2003, a Japanese company, Takedo Co, invented BowLingual for dogs and MeowLingual for cats. Just place the palm-size electronic device near your pet and it translates the cat’s purr to simple English phrases. To me, BowLingual and MeowLingual alike, is complete bogus. A sham.

Let’s say I just happen to have one around and test it during one of Princess’ meow like hell phases.

Princess: Meooowww. Meoww.
MeowLingual: I’m hungry.
Actual meaning: I’m secretly plotting your death for leaving me over the weekend.

And another example,

Princess: Meow. Meeoww. Meowww.
MeowLingual: Play with me.
Actual meaning: God, that shirt is hideous. Take it off! Take it off! It’s burning my eyes.

And one last example,

Princess: Meow. Meow.
MeowLingual: I’m bored.
Actual meaning: I just took a piss on your bed. Haha. Eat that (insert owner’s name here)!!!

There’s no way you can translate if you don’t speak the language. Then why waste research money on stupid cat language translator when the money can be used for cancer research. Gosh, what will they come up next? A step-by-step instruction on how to pee?

My cat Princess. Taken a long long long time ago. Back when black and white photography with out of this world contrast was the shit. She’s fatter now, I think.

Until next entry, spend wisely.

Just a couple of photos taken at Jubilee Park, last week.

My feet at KB’s beach.

H and the rope. Censored Version for Emma29. Original photo after the cut (more tag).

I’m sick as a dog. I seem to have caught the common flu yet again rendering me completely helpless. My head feels like it’s gonna explode everytime I sneeze. This is my second box of kleenex and those snot rags are all over the bed. I’ve been living on oranges, hot chocolate and oatmeal. I’m gonna lay my head for now. And yeah, did I mention that I haven’t showered since this morning? I feel like an ass.

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