Unleashing the brat within..

Hey man, it's been awhile.

My computer's been crashing quite alot lately - it dies after I switch it off. It only switches back on after I switch the main power off and leave it for the night. Yeah.. It's pretty messed up, and it always dies in the wrong time. I have to do all my courseworks on my dad's laptop tonight with all my documents saved in the other computer.

I'm home alone tonight! With an army of swarming mosquitos.

Courseworks are getting into me, and I've been thinking how awkward it'd be if we all wrote in essay form in all our blogs.. This would be me essaying a blog post:

It's highly unlikely that a human mind will have the capability of writting formally in every occasion. It is believed that our mind can only function to work like this if we were to force it, however, it isn't proven to be impossible as well.

During converstaions with others, we are simply not able to generate such sentences without sounding like a victim of profound mental retardation. Therefore, we have evolved as a society into lazy beings, thus resulting as what we have now as slangs. The following are examples of what is believed to be the REVOLUTION of certain slangs - What's up? Wazzup? Wussup? sup? sup. Over time, we have chosen to ignore the question mark at the end - making it hard for some to realize whether they are being asked a question or not.

In conclusion... Therefore.. Moreover.. Furthermore...

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Certainly not easy. I'm starting to realize that I tend think better when I'm home alone. I'd dance around naked right now but asian families tend to keep maids. Mine's Belle. She'd freak if she saw me prancing in the living room butt-naked right now.

Been feeling quite alone lately since my sister and brother left. The house has been really quiet. It's still a lovely feeling to come home to knowing that I have a wonderful family though. I think our relationships with our family is very important and if only we could all learn to love our families.. I see it as this;

1. Love and understand family,

2. THEN only can we learn and understand our friends.

I think our parents play the most important role in our lives, how we are most of the time is how they've raised us up. I think the children that have proper converstaions with their parents are the kids who's parent actually tried to participate in their lives. I feel that participating in a child's life is the only way that trust can be created.

Often parents choose to restrict their child's life, which is really pointless because there can be no trust from that theory. This often only leads to a child being rebelious. I guess at this point of life, as a teenager (here comes bratty teenager rants), our parents should take this as a chance to take part in our lives even more than they've always had. Because, you know, at this stage, our hormones kick in and without guidance we can get knocked up and raise a family of 10 at the age of 14 - just stating the obvious.

I wouldn't say I'm being biased, but I think if they continued to restrict our lives at this age, which is I'm sure is for our own good, it just wouldn't really work anymore. I think most of us tend to think already that we have a mind of our own and we don't need our parents - I hate to break it to you but I think we do. Communication with our parents is the most important..

If we had to lie about something in particular, the trust isn't there. I try not to lie to my parents.. It's hard because my dad gets suspicious easily. It's frustrating sometimes, maybe he'd actually trust me if he tried to talk to me. I try talking to him, but I get lazy because the attention span isn't there. Conclusion jumping never works in this sorta situation.

I'm just going around the block.. but yeah true rambles. mumble mumble..

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Chris Brown always looks like he's about to sneeze..

Just waiting for my MP3 player to charge on the laptop, my computer crashed when I came back from Penang. Damn thing took half the space of my table and decides to die in the most crucial time.

Seeking entertainment through watching my dog sleep. He gets these fast twitches in his back limbs, I don't know whether it's safe.

Have you ever wondered what your pet says to you? Of course you have, every pet owner does. You know those devices which indicates what your pet's feeling or saying to you? Yeah, they're bullshit. The Japanese are trying to rip us off. Any owner of a dog will know how the dog's feeling through a bark, how hard could it be? Their head's only been inplanted with 3 different emotions - THey could either feel happy, or the desire to chase something, or angry which leads to a motorcycle growl. We don't need a thousand dollar device to differentiate between barks.

Don't worry, in the near future I'll invent my very own non-rip off device which will actually tell you what your dog's saying to you. Wouldn't it be cool if I could produce a small microchip which could be inserted through the ear, and it'd automatically magnet itself onto the brain. And everytime he barks, the messages are changed into electrical impulses which will be recieved by a remote which we keep that translates the barks. Then think about it, we could acutally fulfil their needs and all the pets of the world will be saved! I've got something going on here guys.. I think it'd actually be pretty successful.

And Edison Chen, Edison Chen... What have I got to say to you.. You've disappointed me. After all these years - shit, we were tight man. What's this news about you being a sex maniac? I refuse to believe it! You've exposed Gillian Chung's bush babies, and all you can do is make a terrorist-like video of apology to the public? It's alright, I forgive you. It wasn't your fault..

Greetings from Penang!

Have you ever realize how a font of a context can affect... well, everything!

It's amazing.


It's fantastic.


It's Phenomenal.


Hey, haha fuck you. Fuck fuck fuckity fuck fuck shit, FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK. gong xi fa cai




Chinese New Year this year created a whole new sensation. Everything and everyone's different, I think one week of staying in this shithole has truly been an eye opener. I've lately started to notice the lack of individuality people here have. I also think the whole of Penang was forced into a roller coaster ride from hell because everyone's been driving like puking bastards on the roads. It's either that or they're just lazy. It's as if God had just gifted me with X-ray vision eyes. It took me this long to realize how painful it is to be in Penang. Because shit, how long does it take for anyone to notice these things?

Armageddon is booming at the back. I'm embracing myself for upcoming tears. It's like sitting on a thrill ride and already have the feeling lingering at the back of my head of my heart plummeting when I know the gaint drop comes. I've never realized Owen Wilson looked bald. Now he just looks weird. I've always realized his crooked nose but now that he's bald he's like the wicked witch from the west. I reckon movies like these create phobias for people like us. Everytime a movie like that comes out, the people who think of names for phobias would get crackin in their non-existant offices. Seriously, who comes up with all these names? I don't blame them for hiding themselves, because shit, they've got the crappiest job in the face of this world next to fruit naming. (Grapples is the new one I heard. Tiny apples which taste like grapes. Damn Americans.)

The beggining scene from Mision Impossible II where Tom Cruise is taking off in a plane and a boy notices a rip in the ceiling of the plane. And only when it was pointed out, the plane decided to malfunction and lose control, then eventually crashes. That scene had always haunted me and it has followed me to every plane ride I've gotten into. It frightens me even more when I'm sitting Air Asia. The only person who survives the plane crash of course was Tom Cruise who magically appears on the tip of a mountain who casually clings for his life. I've always taken that as motivation and it has always comforted me to think that I could as well magically appear on a tree top or a mountain even.

For the past hour I've been applying calamine lotion onto my legs and arms because I've been getting these really bad rashes. I haven't touched one of these pink babies in awhile, its cold texture brings a good feel. Mmm. I think it's the air in Penang, it's so dirty it's even starting to eat into our skins. Have you ever touched sand in Penang? It feels like gravel, or hard concrete except your feet sink in a little. I've occasionally come across some horse shit as well, sort of like a welcome delight.

Earlier at night I had lived up to my asian culture by doing some 2 - 3 hours of hardcore karoke with my family at RedBox. If I had refused to, I'd be a humiliation to the asian society. I think the asians are stereotypically known to sing lots of karaoke, I don't know why. The kids in Kelly Clarkson's Idependence video were singing karaoke. I thought it was an international enjoyment. Though I have to say, Karaoke is always ruined by the background videos of women from the 80's slowmotionly walking across a beach preening themselves. How much do you think they get paid to be vain?

The rocket's burning up! The rocket's burning up! Bruce Willis is about to die! Bye.

Just another add to the hundreds of other Heath Ledger posts that're already on the net

Spiffy's grown quite abit since my last post about him. He's also gotten really picky with his food. I like to think that he's catogorized his food between the expensive bits and the bits for peasant hamsters. He gobbles down his food like a little glutton. Not even a word of Thanks. Well sometimes Spiffy, just sometimes, I'd like to feel like I'm being thanked for what I'm doing for you. I think I've spoilt you too much. Often the food you eat offers a little more than what a tiny hamster like you usually require. You're getting a little.. Chunky. Uh-oh.

Exams ended two days ago. Yipee - but hault! Things hadn't ended. I see endless preperations for our final exams in the near future. I can sense it. Let me remind myself that things are just about to begin; youth is just a stonefall away from being trashed around like one of those chicks Akon humps on stage. Publicly humiliating and degrading.

Sooooooooooo...

When Steve Irwin died, my life collapsed. I couldn't believe that he had died from a Stingray. It was like one of those scenes from a horror b-movie where a kid starts off playing with a butterfly and she gets attacked by a monster swarm of butterflies and catterpillar follow-ups, then the real movie begins. And the whole town shelters themselves in darkness to get away from the (now) giant-butterflies and catterpillars. I remember when Steve Irwin died, I googled stingrays up and suddenly stingrays were the most dangerous creatures of the sea.

THEN HEATH LEDGER? First they kill Steve Irwin with a stingray and now they depress Heath Ledger so he could choked himself with sleeping pills?! It's the media I tell you. It's all them. They're behind all this. They placed a highly vicious stingray in the reef which had been trained to pierce holes into hearts, then they tempt Mr. Ledger by chucking pills into his toilet closet and forced him into depression by breaking him and his wife up!!! It's to gain spotlight. Celebrity deaths are depressing. I think more are ahead of us. The media has something planned up. Maybe if they're nice, they'll take away the depression from all of us by killing Britney Spears. Yeeeeeah! 'cos we are Spartaaaaaaans!

I'm going nuts. The buzzing, the ticking. Just get out of my room you bitch! You've been trapped in my room since I had gotten back from school. I have kindly left my doors and windows opened so you could free yourself, but you seem to have a great fondness for my dressing table. Get out you bee creature! I'm this close to whacking you! But I'm a little afraid actually... Your stinger looks fiesty. I hope you get out soon, otherwise...

Toothpaste never tasted this good...

Toothpastes are the wonders of inventions. My father tells me everyone had to brush their teeth with charcoal instead when they were younger. I wish they knew how it felt like to grow up with toothpaste.

Not all toothpastes though. No. There are toothpastes which have tendancies of filling your mouths with spit (Specifically Colgate). Over time, you'd start talking and sounding like a slug's nest had been built on the back of your tounge. Then we get toothpastes in little party packets they give us on the plane if we're flying over a longer period of time. They usually come in little black tubes the size of your thumb. Whenever I'm flying over and away from the Asian region (not often), it feel like a bar of soap had been lathered down in my mouth.

I like Oral-B. It has never let me down. Although, I have to say, toothpaste comercials do nothing but lie to us. My breath never leaves a trail of minty leaves whenever I talk or huff-a-puff. In fact, if toothpaste stays in my mouth for too long, it may start stinking up even more. If I went on a date with Oral-B breath, it might not go too well. I also don't get beautifully straight teeth whenever I brush them. They look the same as they did before... And I don't know about you, but let me tell you this; when I brush my teeth, my mouth bubbles uncontrolably with foam and spit. As unpleasant as it sounds, it's the realism of it all. Why haven't I once encountered a clean brushing experience like we see in ads?

Toothpaste and mint comercials give me fake expectations of breath and teeth.

Why am I telling you this? I like to ramble away about something most irrelavent to keep my mind off something. My english exam paper today was pretty chaotic. Not knowing what to expect, I had assumed it'd be the cherry on top of an icecream. I went in the exam room cocky, and came out a different girl. A changed girl. A girl who's pride had been ripped far apart from her.

I entered the room and the atmosphere instantly stranggled me with axiety! I opened the paper and I scribbled....
Scribbled....
Scribbled....
...I wonder how Mr. Klein pulled making three children off with Mrs. Klein... Hmm... Mrs. Klein is a pretty hot teacher...

Shit. Fifteen minutes left and all I have are these scraps of scribbles. Will this make sense? Maybe I should re-copy everything. Maybe not. What if I want to? Yeah OK, I think I can make it.

"Five minutes left" she shouts. Well Fuck you, what if I want to stay a little longer for the exam? Wait. What? Shit I can't. I have five minutes left and I've hardly re-copied everything. I think I'll leave this last page out and just hand it in anyway. If they fail me in this paper, I'll re-scribble everything out and tell them they've marked everything wrongly because they didn't give us enough time to write the expected standard of an essay. I'll tell them they've read everything incorrectly.

So I'm sick of contemplating on the what if's and the what not's. I'd rather forget all about my exams until the results are out. It's like waiting for dooms day. Except in a far worst situation, in a student's case.

I better be off now. I'm starting to feel the fustration raging out as I sit here trying to find the end of a sticky tape roll. I think I might have rubbed over it a couple of times now. Why do they have flies patterned around the roll? Was sticky tape invented to catch flies... Why's it stained with a flat smell of plastic... Oh right.

This is making me sick.

Michael Jackson for President may just eliminate Racism in America

The year's looking promising. After several years of pondering on the idea of how IB is going to be like, I don't think I want to even know at this stage.

The ribbons popped, the music played, hugs were exchanged, then we go back and enjoy a few moments of happiness, where everyone forgets about everything else, then we meet the MOCKS. The best welcoming to a new year anyone can ever recieve. Of course, Schools expect us to spend our December holidays preparing for our MOCKS. It's only normal to spend Christmas and New years eve running through school notes. I had to drag my weariness to my celebrations, the feeling of dreading the start of school. It lurked within me everywhere I went. The MOCKS are haunting.



2008 has the next presidential campaign lined up for America as well. I'm all for Obama. Fuck female presidents. I didn't think I'd see a black president for another 10 years, so if only they had online voting. I'd be Obama's number one fan. Or Sultan... Can never forget Asian pride of course.

It's strange to think how the presidential campaign in America can effect so many other people around the world. America has become so well developed and done so good for themselves, I've come to think that the whole world has become a little clump which revolves around America itself. Wehre would we all be if it wasn't for good ol' Christopher Columbus? Let's see the whole world drooling over the crowning of the next Sultan in Brunei. It's amazing isn't it, how we've all simply allowed ourselves to be sucked into the whole American Culture.

I don't think that there is anything wrong with us being so, we cannot help it, but sometimes we have to realise that we've been put into this world with stretchy eyes, which will identify us as the chinks. I don't midn the American culture, but they have made such a great impact in this world, it makes me wonder how everything would be like if it wasn't for America. I can't put this in any other context which will make me sound less like a sort of American Obssesser, but I assure you that I'm not. I suppose in some perspective, we all rely and depend on them, even at the smallest point I'm sure.

Could that possibly be the reason why so many of us put ourselves in the presidential campaign as well? Or any other American events in general. Is it scary to think that America may just be taking over the world? Maybe they assassinated Benazir Bhutto in Pakistan.

It's depressing.

But I refuse to phraise them and respect them like gods, like I tend to see some people do to any westerners they meet. It's sick. I like to think of it as being intimidated, but I really think that there isn't any reason to be. I don't think any of us should feel intimidated by anyone, because we'd put ourselves down below them and often, we'd boost their egos. And they become cocky shits who deserve to burn in hell. Next time you meet a cocky shit, you better slap it good.

It all comes down to one point of course; it's my eyes. They itch and it's late, I want to sleep. Goodnight.

Air Asians...

Wah lau. 2008 already.. happy new year

I was at Penang for the new years and I have to tell you, Penang is like a mini bangladesh. Everyone's walking on the streets and the lines on the roads aren't visible, so people're driving all over the roads. People are eating curry laksas on the floors, the hocker stores are crowded but filthy places to go to. I just don't understand why I haven't ever realized this about Penang before.

I got to Penang by airasia, but through KL first, and arrived at LCCT which is like, believe it or not, Air Asia's own terminal. Whut the fuck man since when did they get their own terminal, they're taking over the world. So we arrived, and usual Air Asia treatment you know, you get off the plane, you walk down the stairs because they they think that if we're paying less, they won't have to give us the walkway into the airport, and like we race into the airport. Everyone's running and pushing like barbarians. You'd think that we'd be a little more civilized than that, but nobody acts like themselves in Air Asia. Taking Air Asia is like an excuse to go barbaric and rebelious.

We arrived in this like, bus station or something. It did not look like a terminal at all, you see these bums lying on benches at the arrival hall, which I suspect are illegal immigrants or something. People are cutting into lines and shit, and you have to tell them off or push them away. You have to withstand your ground and be one of them, blend into the environment and you wouldn't get pushed around. So that's probably why everyone's so wild over there. I seemed to finally understand why they had to build their own terminal, can you imagine a bunch of air asians running around KLIA.

In advertisements and shit, you'd think that everything about air asia's really low budget. And I always thought that the air stewardses are goign to be an ugly bunch, because everytime I saw an Air Asia ad, they didn't look very appealing. But you get into the plane right, and the air stewardesses are all hot. So I was thinking, Whut the fuck? Why's everything so opposite in this place. So you see them hot and stuff, and you'd think that hey, maybe they're nice, maybe they'll give us extra service, maybe they'll give us some free food, but I was just wrong man. They are just as rude. Everyone's fighting for their seats and stuff, you get people who don't know the rules on te plane, I honestly don't blame them for their attitude that was being thrown onto us. But if you're going to be rude, then you might as well just work at a hocker restaurant. We're paying less but we still gotta get some good service running.

It was funny because we were landing and I still had my mp3 running in my ears, the air stewardess came and pointed really aggresively into her ears, I reckon she was indicating for me to switch it off or something. But she did it really rudely, and I would've switched it off for anyone else, but not for her. So I told her that it was already switched off, I just have my ear phones in my ear. And she totally ignored me and ran away.

Hey, and Nicholas reckoned that the reason why we shouldn't leave our handphones on are becuase the phone services wouldnt' know how to charge us, not because the plane panels has the same frequency as our phones. So we left our handphones on, and... we didnt' crash and die. I also don't understand why we have to have our seats back up right, so what we always do is when we get into a plane, we lean our seats down to the same level so the air stewardeses wouldn't notice. You should probably do that too. But we all got caught once, and it was just funny becuase we all had to push our seats up. How obvious was it that we were trying to fake it.

In Air Asia, everything's so hectic. You get these white poeple who're so confused, because they don't understand the whole system. So you get these guys who take their anger out on the asians. And these asians will allow them to becuase sometimes they think foreigners are much more superior than we are. So we were waiting in the express line, and this white guy was taking his anger out on the she-man who was working for air asia, because he didnt' want to wait in the other line. and it was crap because he then cut infront of us. And my sister mumbled something about people cutting in, and he turned back and told us he was there first and told us to 'SHUT THE FUCK UP', fcking bogan. A whole conflict was created, it was pretty exciting. but the she-man came in and told him to 'calm dowwn~~ it's okee~ i gib u express ticket u must paay~" and that was the end of it. The white dude seriously thought he owned the place.

I also don't understand the whole paying to get into a toilet system at Malaysia. Who wants to pay to use a crappy toilet. And those poor people who have to spend the rest of their lives sitting outside a toilet collecting money... If we're paying to get into a toilet, it should be of a better condition.

I'm glad I'm back in Brunei...

Something's funky...

My room smells. It's that smell which builds up and eventually stenches the whole place after you leave a wet carpet in the room for a period of time. I'd probably describe the smell as the smell of dead rats and lizards. Perhaps a little durian around its edges, and a whooping fine twist of SHIT! In this case though, it's a fucking towel. Who knew such a small item like that could achieve such wondrous things.

My towel's been in my room for quite some time now... I've been using it, and racking it, then re-using it, then racking it. I have an appalling habit of re-using everything that my maid hasn't thrown into the wash for me (excluding underwear and sweaty clothes). I wouldn't say it's being unhygienic, I would like to think of it as more of a fear of having to share my stuff with other people. I dont' want people to use my towel, or anything sanitary for that matter.

It's incredible how we build these little bonds with our possessions, we don't even know it. I've managed to build a bond with my towel, I don't even want to let it go. My toothbrush is my savior. My life revolves around a toothbrush. Seeing it being thrown into the bin after it's been frayed is like... letting go a piece of me. Months with that toothbrush and it never once let me down. But of course that piece of me sprouts back alive once I find an even better-newer looking toothbrush. Then the cycle starts again.

I will never share my lip balm with anyone. It's just inhumane man. Lip balms are very personal and it's been on my lips and everything, it's not right. It's sick if anyone ever thinks about sharing anyone else's lip balm. I get fairly paranoid whenever I have a flavoured lip balm and people ask whether they could sniff it. A million and one things instantly run through my head. I start to think what if they sniff out and nose particles are blasted onto the tip of my lip balm. Or the other way around, where they sniff in and to think that they're sniffing in what's been on my lips.. just makes me feel dirtier than usual.

This is not directed to anyone in particular, it's just me and my paranoia.

This goes back to the whole public toilet situation. Public toilets should not even exist, they're a sick joke.

Ran into a toilet today, the smell was... Indescribable, it was bad man. But I told myself I haev to mantain decent manners, and remain calm for as long as I can hold my breath. Gadong mall has a reputation of not having any tissue paper what so ever in their toilets, so the only cubicle which had toilet paper was the cubicle which someone decided to leave some shit in. I should've known why it was the only cubicle with toilet paper in. It was either she was being really inconsiderate for leaving the lid and door wide open, or she was just being really honest. I don't understand why they always have to leave bits of shit floating around, and not just a clump of shit instead. They always have to make it look like they have diarrhea.

And holy shit, did you guys know that the kings, queens and jacks of different suits had different poses and significance? That blew my mind this morning man. I was playing with a deck of cards and I realized... that they all looked different. And the little men in the google home page, they're nearly achieving soemthing. I can see something building up... so all eyes on the little men.

Music Industry's gotten confused

Shayne Ward is in Wikipedia... What were they thinking. He of all people should not deserve a place in Wikipedia. He is the definition of being disgraceful to the whole music industry. He is like the hair I find in my food, the cherry I find on my perfectly good Sundae Icecream, the strange taste of cold pizza in my mouth. He ruins my appetite and is indeed a pest.

There are two types of entertainers you find in the entertainment business; the people who sell their looks, and the people who truly succeed by merely entertaining, and do good in what they do. Perhaps I'm being a little bias.. I suppose looks do matter in the entertainment business, but I think that they shouldn't single-handedly rely on that feature. It is a job, and they'll have to work for it. Their looks will wither away one day, and they'll be nothing but pixelated paparazzi shots ocassionaly streamed across your TV screen with headlines of "SEX ICON TURNS INTO ALCOHOLIC WITH BEER BELLY THE SIZE OF BEACH BALL"

Which is why I personally do not respect entertainers who make money simply by their looks; excluding models. Of course. Hence, I do not respect Shayne Ward. His music is the worse yet. His lyrics don't even make sense. And he has a tendency of showing us his non-existent packs whenever he has the chance to

If That's OK With You
I love the way that you look without your make up
I had a girl before we met but we broke up
Theres something 'bout you
that makes me want to step up

Which is like sort of saying "You're my rebound girl, let's hook up"
If he's trying to impress the females, I must say he is failing miserably.

His music video consists of all these sexy girls flooding some party, and they're all preening Shayne as he walks down a corridor. The lyrics and the video don't match. Where's the girl he was going to keep the neighbors awake with? It was all a very messy situation I don't want to ever involve myself in again. Watching him was a roller coaster ride of goosebumps, once it's up, then it's down. Majority of the time, it was up.

I wanna keep your toothbrush at my appartment
Make a second set of keys
and ask you to move in
I'm not crazy

Yeow. That's creepy. So, he's there dancing in a room with a bunch of people, in his buttoned down wear, giving us some of chests. It's... Painful, to see him trying to dance. Don't get me started on his other video, the previous one where he's dead and singing to his lover who cannot see him. I remember watching six sense and being so tricked into the whole twist of the story, but concepts get old quick.

In the beginning, Shayne sits on a table and serenades the hot lover, but she looks dazed and confused. Within seconds, naturally, you'll realize that he's dead. But willing to watch on, because you think that your theory cannot be it, and you're just waiting to be proven wrong, you get disappointed vastly when they state the obvious. When the girl walks to the grave and flashbacks shoots through, attempting the old 'HERE'S THE TWIST!' trick. Shayne also attempts some of those 'Bold and Beautiful' stunts, where the scene is really dramatic and expressions; exaggerated. Y'know how they usually look into the camera, and go "I..... LOVE you" *dramatic music*. Shayne does a lot of that in this music video. He's once again sent me high on a roller coaster ride of goosebumps.

Performers like Michael Jackson would pour his heart out, so hard that we'd actually cry watching him perform. He was perhaps the last music legend in our time. Now we're getting all sorts of singers who don't, (I feel) respect music. Rather like, using it as an advantage to be on top. Most dont' even earn their status.