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The other day, we went to Uncle Nizar's open house barbecue dinner thingy, and everyone was sitting around talking and listening to Uncle Jeff's son play guitar. Then Mira was telling me about how her guitar was still a little out of whack and needed fixing. So I told her to just ask Papa. In the end, we sent Hanna to do the job of informing him:

Hanna: Papa, Kakak's G-string broke.
-silence-
Papa: You know, if you say it that way it means something else.
Everyone in vicinity: *crack up laughing*

Six year-old talk is def cute.

In another dimension of emotions, I'm having this feeling where I'm annoyed with the entire population of the world. It's never been of this scale before, so it's been ... quite interesting. Usually all this stuff is directed towards a lone individual, or just a particular group of people. But now I'm overly cynical and sarcastic and I can't feel ... cheery, y'know?

I was reading this pretty little poetic piece on Deviantart a few minutes ago about a girl and a boy. Usually I get all choked up reading this kind of stuff, but instead, I just raised my eyebrows and go, "Meh, they're all written the bloody same way. Is there no originality anymore? Sure sure, your boyfriend is miserable and makes you feel like crap and probably plays the emo violin, boohoo. Get a new one."

I don't get it. I used to love reading these little poetic semi-depressing snippets. Now they look like trash to me. I can't even talk to people without over-analyzing everything they say and do.

I'm sick of reading newspapers, too(stupid politics). And with exams coming up, I'm not reading much of anything else(stupid exams). I've stopped playing with the characters in my head. They bore me now. And, I'm confused with the spectrum of people I hang out with. Everyone's at extremes, either studying their asses off or not studying at all. Variety's nice and all, but sometimes I wish people would just stick to one thing, or at least stop being such dumbasses about what their extreme about. Doesn't help that I'm in middle ground and SA doesn't seem to produce many medium-achievement students, only multitudes of straight-A-scorers or failures. (No offence meant to anyone, your personality is not proportional to your exam score, live with it.)

Then there's the matter of NS, which I am not looking forward to at this point. I'll miss too many things. I don't feel ready.

I'm tired and I just want to clean out my brain of everything. Like starting fresh. Is this supposed to be a second puberty-anger phase or something? I'm not familiar with it.

I miss feeling optimistic and knowing what's right.

Motivational speech free with every Happy Meal.

Mira: *yells at Nazim for drinking her Strawberry F&N*
Nazim: *giggles uncontrollably while fending off Mira*
Mira: *storms out of room*
Nazim: *still giggling*
Me: *very ticked off by all the yelling* Keluar!
Nazim: Hola!
Me: O_o;; Keluar!
Nazim: *still giggling, runs out of room*

Seriously. That boy does an awful lot of giggling.
Ooh, and a shout-out to Hannah's mom, who reads this web space. :D Hey Aunty!

Anyway, today wasn't as bad as I feared. Bio was incredibly fun. Laksh and I constantly related the Bio-topics to DEMON CHILD. Of course, none of you will understand what this DEMON CHILD is. Let me just say, when the time is right, and you ask me the right question, I might just enlighten you. ;)

Moving on, not everything was Fun and Laughter (tm) today. For one, I realised just what kind of effect Stupid Paper Monkey is having on our *ahem* society. Or maybe it's just the society itself. Whatever.

There are so many people who don't like school anymore. And that makes me sad. :( Not only that, but there's so much animosity flying all over the place. And people being depressed. And people who've just thrown caution to the winds and just don't care anymore.

Let's just say that the beginning of this year, everyone was so happy. I hope - no, pray - that I'll be able to see it again before we graduate. It's our last year, guys. I say we rock it. (I suggest doing the most awesome prank in SA history, but then again, that's just me wanting to act like Giggly!Jim in the first part of the post. And yeah, Jim is my pet name for Nazim. Yup. xD)

So let's give the remainder of the year our all, yeah? Maybe the teachers don't think that we live up to what our seniors built, but that doesn't mean we can't leave an impact on them. :) It's OK, it's alright, c'mon Form 5s ... fight fight FIGHT.

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The only reason I don't regret going to school on Saturday:

*During teacher-less classroom discussion on why we were in school on a Saturday morning*

Syar: Eh! Kucing! Kucing!
Everyone else: Huh? Where?
Me: *turns to right window* MONKEY!
Sophie: *running towards said window* MONKEY!
Everyone else: *also running towards windows* MONKEY! not kucing.
Monkey: *sitting on garden roof thingy* WTFish, crazy schoolgirls. :|
Sheren and Sophie: *makes faces* Hisssss.
Monkey: *bares teeth* Hisssss!
Everyone else: MONKEY ARRHHH OMG.
Me: *watching the hissing* Urm, I don't think we should -
Sheren and Sophie: *still hissing*
Monkey: *loses temper and moves towards us with death-glare face* >:(
Me: *slams window shut* CLOSE THE WINDOWS!
Everyone else: *panic, scream and slam windows shut* AAAAAAAARRRHHHHH!
Sheren: AH OMG, it programmed my face, IT'S OUT TO GET ME! I'm going to have to be protected ... like Chuck!
Me: By hot FBI agent?
Sheren: Ohhh yess.
Me: Male of course, unlike Chuck's.
Sheren: That too.

*temporary peace where everyone sits back down and laugh*
*Five minutes later*

Someone I can't remember: *points to left side of classroom* AAAHHH MONKEY AGAIN!
Everyone else: *Combination of yelling, slamming windows shut and wanting to see it* MONKEY!
Monkey: *walking along rainwater harvesting tank thingy* WTFish, they're still screaming at me. :|
Sheren: AAAHHH it's out to get me! D:
Sophie: We have to be protected!
5SB people plus Pn. Nitce: *run out of classroom* Huh? Monkey? Where?
Monkey: *has vamoosed*

So yeah. That's why I don't regret going.

This post has nothing to do with Physics.

So much 'background radiation' everywhere.
I'll stay out of it, but seriously, it feels like a cold war.
Sometimes I feel like throwing a punch at anyone - anything. Speaking of which, thanks Soph for being a real pal and letting me vent to you. ;)
But yeah.
I'm always the last person to know what's 'going on'. You guys talk about popular people, and I go, "Eh, who?" You guys talk about an event, and I'm like, "Since when ...?"
But now, I feel like I know too much.
I feel unclean.
*scrubs self vigorously*
Maybe ignorance really is bliss.

Question.

What do you want to do before you die?
Lookit the links section under my c-box: The Buried Life. Four guys, with a list of 100 things they want to do before they die.
Check it out.

Other news, I've completed Unnamed Story Draft version 2.0. Now all I've gotta do is re-write it all in text that is actually recognisable to human eyes, clean up the rough edges and actually start on the journey of producing this thing.
I'm really excited. I've been waiting for a story idea like this since I was 10.

Many tags today.

Random celeb-bit: James McAvoy's next film has him co-starring with Angelina Jolie and Morgan Freeman in Wanted.

That guy is on a ROLL!

In vaguely related news, I have decided to add another career option to my list of things I don't want to be when I grow up. Following doctor on the list which I haven't updated since I was seven, I now never want to be a casting director. Or anything related to sitting through auditions. I am a weak and flimsy person who cracks under pressure. D:

Now some sentences thrown together: Drama still chewing on my liver. Tuition took a shorter time than usual. Funny bones are humerous, but I'm the only one laughing. Holding on to people is mind-numbingly frustrating at times. I want new Avatar episodes. The month of march has me marching.

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Thought-dump

I'm going to Penang tomorrow, with the rest of the fam. I intend to enjoy myself - I mean, days by the beach? For half a week? Spectacular stuff. I've gotten meself a new sketchbook just for the occasion. Y'know, it's times like these that I miss my old computer, and my colouring programs. It's the one thing I miss most. I feel lost, not being able to scan and colour my drawings.

Makes me feel kinda left out.

But life's like that, isn't it?

That brings me to something else I've been thinking about. People. People, and how they react to different situations. There're people who whine, those who laugh at everything, then there're those people who just take things as it is, no question about it. I read my story books and I realise that I'm a downright WIMP. I just sorta sit back and let things happen. I don't make things happen. I let them.

There are people who make things happen, people who don't want things to happen and people who just sit back. Then there are people who are caught somewhere in the middle of these three. It's a thought.

So this has just been a thought-dump. Gotta let these babies out somewhere, so why not cyberspace.

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