Always trust a map...

... Never trust Mathu or Wei Fei with directions...
What could've been a 15 minute trip back to home, took nearly half an hour, due to the insane and oh-so-indescribable directions from Wei Fei and Mathu.
"Turn down!", "Go Mathu's side!" and "Go there!" *points from backseat where I can't see unless I turn my head backwards and possibly kerb/crash the car.*
The best was asking me to "Turn down!". What did Wei Fei want me to do? Tunnel underground with my modified Honda Civic/Subterraineal Vehicle? So I did the next best thing and turned right. Finding out that I indeed take the wrong turn (the bickering from behind my seat was inaudible, due to the fact that I zoned out from listening to her), I had to maliciously handle the 3 point turn of doom and get out of what was, apparently, a 'lane' (of some mad proportions, might I add. It was about as wide as Calista Flockhart.)

My right ear suddenly went deaf. Do people get that often?

My room...

...is not clean.
At all.
Period.
It plagues my mother to no end. She has nightmares about it, and always gets up screaming.
The untidyness. The dust. The socks. The green toilet sign. It was all too much for her.

Oh, the carnage! Do you see the death and destruction?! Do you see Wally?! Where's Wally?!

*Update*
Ok, my room is now, officially, clean. As in theres less clutter, and more 'organised boxes'. The death toll was 2 spiders, 1 moth, and my mom. Lol, okay, I'm joking, but my mom did *nearly* just about die.
*Update*

And We're Back! To University

3 Psychology papers + 1 Philosophy paper = 1 hell of a term
I have so much paper to read through, I'd have enough to keep a decent fire going for 20 years if I burnt only half of my books. Psych papers (Abnormal Psych, Learning and Behaviour, and Biopsychology) are gonna do me in. Philosophy (Metaphysics) ain't too much of a bother, just alot of reading. I hope and I pray that I won't burn out.

And In Other News...

Our rabbit (aptly named, Wabbit) seems to be able to find a way out of the house compound. Ingeniously, it has managed to take advantage of the recent patches of shower and has manage to dig holes underneath the yard fences. As a direct result of its actions, I have bought the ultimate in bunny catching devices : carrots. Paired with a box held up with a stick, and the stick attached to a rope tied around the carrot, the rabbit is no match for the awesome power of... The Acme(TM) Box!


Left: As seen here, cunning as always, a particularly famous Bugs Bunny. His portrayal of the legendary Groucho Marx is impeccable, and Elmer Fudd is be'fudd'led. Not seen here, however, is also the wabbits sidekicks, a certain Porky Pig and Daffy Duck. Tweety Bird, Yosemite Sam, and Wile E. Coyote have declined to comment.




Songs of the week:
Clumsy - Our Lady Peace
How To Be Dead - Snow Patrol
I Just Wanna Wish You Well - Bernard Fanning
... who am I kidding? The chorus is "I just wanna wish you well!" X 4 ! Sorry Sarah! Lol I just had to say it!

Also, go and check out http://uncyclopedia.org

Oh well, thats all folks!
*Looney Tunes Theme*
Ah, the sweet memories of Looney Tunes cartoons!

12/02/06

I just realised I shared the same birthday as Abraham Lincoln.
Yeap, good ol' Honest Abe, Prez of the U.S. of A.
I also share the same birthday with Charles Darwin himself.
Oh, and on the same date, Barbie and Ken officially split, after dating for more than 43 years.
And it was also the last day of Chinese New Year. I think.
Its gonna be a good year.

Nothing really special about my birthday though, didn't do much.
Had a good dinner with family and friends. A few close ones couldn't come, but that was to be expected I guess, people have work and their own stuff to do. Presents included The Book of Bunny Suicides, 6 x 9 Pioneer speakers, and DVDs. Thanks to everyone who came, and for the presents :).


14/02/06

Its Valentines Day. Oh, and also Mathu's birthday.
Spent most of the day at a First Aid course, so yeah, the only lip action I got was from lifeless manakins. Sad and depressed wouldn't even come close to how I felt lol.

As for Mathu's birthday, everything went well and as planned.
Basically, I planned for people to come along to Mathu's place and ambush him with waterbombs. The initial plan was for people to sneak around the doorway at his place, and wait for my signal (or after I close the door from behind him), after I get him from his room and shove him out the door to his 'present' that I 'promised' him.
But, you see, the plan was too straightforward. And, flawed, if Mathu had suspected something. And so, basically, I played the traitor and fed the wolves to the lions. I told Mathu about it all, about how we were going to ambush him. After the initial "Dude, why man? Why?!"s and stuff, we got set to trying to devise a feasible counterattack. Since everyone will be focused on the door and the person who will be coming out, obviously people would have their backs exposed. And so, with strategic placement of a bucket of waterbombs and a hose, we were set to take on all of them. Moving from the other exits from his house, we maneouvered and ambushed the ambushers.

Needless to say, the plan was executed flawlessly. We got them good.

After all was thrown and splashed, and everyone calmed down, I felt the need for a bit of retribution for the other side.
And so, after much deliberation, I decided to turncoat and held Mathu back while Wei Fei got her cake and mashed it into his face. I didn't really wanna make her angry or anything, and I did feel kinda bad. So I guess a little revenge for her side was gonna be good for the karma. But then, the tables turned, and I got a bit of the cake mashed into my face too.

Mathu: Dude, I got cream up my nose and in my eye
Me: Look at this perfect specimen of a cake. So perfect, so flawless, so...
Mathu: What?
Me: ...chocolate-y... I love cake. Cake love me. Thor want cake.
Mathu: You alrite man?
Me: ... Cake... O yeah Happy Birthday man
Mathu: ... I'll kill you later...
Me: Hehe, who da master pranker?
Mathu: *Hits me*

I can tell you though, pulling off a prank like this, requires alot of patience and alot of time.
It also requires someone crazy enough to follow it through all the way.

But what about Valentines Day?
Well, I can't say I really could do much, what with the First Aid course and Mathus birthday and all. Didn't really have a chance to go out and stuff, although I wish I could've.
But, who'd wanna go out with me anyway? lol
Valentines day depresses me more than it does cheer me.
But, oh well, self pity is no pity, and life goes on.
I'm hungry.

Tag. I'm it.

Which pretty much means, according to the 'rules', I have to:

Name five of life's simple pleasures that you like most, then pick five people to do the same. Try to be original and creative and not use things that someone else has already used.

1. Football. Soccer. Rugby. Sport, in general. Its so hard not to join in the action if theres a game going on sometimes. Sometimes I also have to be restrained from running around the lounge in circles during football ad breaks after a big match, trying to emulate kicks and stuff. And I can tell you, its tough just staying quiet and sitting down, even at 2am.
2. Music. Cliche, I know, but heck, I don't care. Anything from hiphop to alternative, from Neutral Milk Hotel to Kanye, U2, Micheal Buble, Johnny Cash, Frank Sinatra, Nirvana, even Final Fantasy game music, anything. If its good, its a pleasure.
3. Exploring. Going on trips to somewhere secluded, driving to places unknown, out of my comfort zone, just going to places I haven't been to before. I don't know why, but its some part of me thats just curious about places and stuff.
4. Reading and doing nothing else (basically lazing around). Whether it be in the summer sun outside on the swing chair, or curled up in my bed during a very cold winter, reading is something thats different from most things done in life. I'll elaborate more, with help from Chuck Palahniuk, later.
5. Friends. No, I'm not talking about the TV show, but the people you know, the people you can count on, the people you have fun with, who'll go along and do stupid stunts with you, who criticise you for stuff you've done, who'll diss you cuz you're being dumb, who you can diss cuz they were being dumb, and basically the people who'll listen to you when you talk even though all thats coming out sounds much like gibberish and armpit farts.
6. Good movies/TV. Yes, I know I have defied the rules of being 'tagged' by adding a 6th, but I aim to misbehave. Anyway, yeah, anything good on a television screen, horror, comedy, Scrubs, Nightmare on Elm Street, Moulin Rouge, Sin City, Band Of Brothers, House, anything that somehow manages to connect, is most definitely a pleasure. Its hard to describe.
   

Hmm. I seem to be sounding more and more emo with each passing line. I. Must. Not. Be. Emo.


The tagged victim has to come up with 8 different points of their perfect lover. Need to mention the sex of the target. Tag 8 victims to join this game & leave a comment on their page saying they've been tagged. If tagged the 2nd time, theres no need to post again.

Sex : Female

1. Caring and commiting. This is where I insert the usual "She's gotta love me for who I am, and is willing to go through tough times in a relationship etc."
   
2. She's gotta love music/movies/sports as much as I do.
   
3. Independent. Knows how to program the TV. At least. And, say, in the event that I'm crippled/dead, can take care of herself, make sure she doesn't do anything crazy.
   
4. Someone that I can talk to. And trust me, sometimes, I'm really hard to talk to. Rarely, do I ever divulge my feelings. And I also tend to be very cryptic.
   
5. She's gotta love the Transformers. I mean c'mon. Who doesn't like Optimus Prime? And that damned Megatron (He transforms into a gun. How is that comparable to a Mack truck?)
6. Ok, heres where it gets mushy. She's gotta have those eyes where... I don't know, eyes that'll just make your brains melt. Eyes that'll drive you crazy. The feeling is indescribable. Something so strong, so... tangible, that you feel that by just reaching out, you wouldn't even begin to feel... how it is. (As much as I've tried, I still can't make the last sentence seem more coherent.) Try not to *actually* reach out to her eyes though, you might just end up gouging them out.
   
7. Someone who's willing to put up with my stupidity. Sometimes. Most of the time, actually. Its amazing how many stupid things can happen to me, by me, and around whoevers with me. Hey, shit happens, and I'm some sort of 'stupidity' magnet. Least there won't be dull moments.
8. *Insert desirable quality here* I've run out of ideas. I guess its kinda hard to define a perfect lover. I could think of so many different qualities of a 'perfect lover'. But lets face it, nobody's perfect. And if you are, then you're the only one. And since you're the only perfect one in an imperfect world, technically, you would be singled out, and thus, be imperfect.
   

Okay Josh, I hope you're happy now.