One thing Google is good for

So I'm not really a big Google fan. But you gotta pay respect when respect is due. And Google earth is freaking... mindblowing!! Using satellite technology + (fill in some technical sounding name here), Google has been able to create this free downloadable software that allows you to get a 3D view of the Earth. My tutor in my Intro Media tute showed this to us and 14 jaws dropped to the floor. Seriously. All you gotta do is go to Google, type in 'Google Earth' in the search box and click on the first link that comes up. Download the stuff and voila! This brings a whole new meaning to 'globe trekking'. Criticisms: They discriminate against dial-up people. Yes, we still exist. Can't download it into your comp if you don't got no broadband. Jeez.

Anyways, the past 2 weeks have been more busy than usual. Had 3 essays due- one on the 25th and two on the 29th. You know, I gotta hand it to myself. In a way, I'm actually cutting out the procrastination. Normally, I would be rushing and typing up both essays the night before the essays are due, when there are two essays due on the same day. But this time around, I was only rushing and typing up one essay. Ha! Progress...

Besides that I was also helping out a friend who needed ushers for her play. Yeap. MUDfest is around. It's a bi-annual arts festival that celebrates all kinds of art, be it theatre, experimental, musicals... la-di-da. Melbourne Uni Diversity Festival. Good stuff. Expensive stuff. On average, one ticket costs about $10. So multiply that by 6... You get $60. Eeek. Anyhow, figured that I could cut costs if I volunteer to be an usher. So yay. Paid off. Presented with 'thank you' flowers as well. Who'd have thunk it? <---- Someone mentioned it's been a while since I used that. So there. Lol.

I was thinking, student/amatuer productions are, in a way, more fun to watch than professional ones. I mean, you get to see what people your age is coming up with and some of the concepts are pretty darn cool. Very intimidating too. It's quite sad larh.. The way Malaysia places so much emphasis on academia. I mean, it's not to say that we're all rolling around the hay, pissed drunk all the time. But think about it. The Medicine faculty over here even have their own theatre club. The Med Revue runs every year and this year it was a sell-out in fact. Damn funny larh.. What they do is they come up with a bunch of skits and one main story and the whole thing runs for about 2 and a half hours. So, those Doctor-wannabes aren't all nerds and do have lives afterall. Lol. Here's a quote from a skit in this year's Med Revue that's just ball busting.

"I used to wear pants this size." (This tall, gangly guy says while exhibiting this massive pair of jeans. Look like it's about some kinda diet.)

"Until someone told me you could get them in a smaller size." (DOH!)

Ahahahhahahahhaahahhaha. I'm starting to crack up again.

Anyways, I have started approaching referee's to vouch that I'll be an excellent candidate for an exchange program. UC Berkeley is my number one choice, UCLA second and probably University of Pennsylvania as the third. Wahahah. I just remembered... Seth Green comes from Pennsylvania. Okay, confirm that as my third choice. Oh yeah. I think I should have introduced something at the start of the paragraph. I am hoping to be able to do an exchange in USA from Semester 2 2006. That'll be August 2006 onwards.

And today was my first day volunteering with the After School Program at Carlton Primary School which is very, very near where I stay. It's quite a different environment from Tumble Tots. For starters, most kids there are at least 5. And it's very culturally diverse. And a lot of them don't come from a very financially rich background. Public housing area actually. We've got kids from all kinds of backgrounds. Mostly Muslim. But yeah well... Kids will be kids. They still cry when they don't get something done their way. Or in Mitchell's case (this kid who's probably around 4 and can look like a total angel), curse. Seriously, he called his sister a bitch. Jesus Christ.. But apparently he has the tendency to get rowdy. Apparently he "don't get to see his mum alot." And that's all my supervisor said. Sad. Will be volunteering on Tuesdays and Wednesdays cause that's the only time I can make.

Hmmmm. So that's how my time was spent. Oooo yeah. Sept 28. Switchfoot playing in Melbourne. Guess who's going to be there? :) And if you guys say something stupid like, "Australians?" or "People?", aiyoohhhhhhh....

There's tons of stuff that I wanna watch. Movies, plays and DVDs. But there doesn't seem to be enough time in a day. Or at least I should stop waking up at 10.

Oooo. I think I finally understand that I can't bake cookies for nuts while over here. They go in looking fine. And come out looking like this.






It's like a whole bunch of depressed chocolate chips decided to commit suicide. Sigh.

Heya Jonny Boy

Sorry that I almost forgot your birthday. Pfffftt. I can't believe you weren't sitting at home sobbing your eyes out. Where's the fun in that??

Anyways, you're 15 now. I don't care if you're almost 2 heads taller than me or if people think I'm the youngest kid, we still know who the baby of the family is. That's right. It's Gill. And don't you forget it.

Here's my advice for you: Don't grow up to become a dick, don't think with your dick and don't start using your dick yet (you're still too young).

Hmmmm. That was quite unnecessary I think... Lol.

Happy belated birthday kid. You're awesome. *slaps dorky handshake* Love ya tons, Jonny Boy. :) Also, go work on those bubblepop skills. I'm tired of whooping your ass all the time.

Those housewives aren't desperate. Just dumb.

Dear Mr Tarantino,

I recently watched your Kill BIll films for the second time and it has come to my attention that a few things need to be said. Firstly, thank you for bringing a new appreciation to Chinese films. I'm sure the world now knows that Chinese kung fu, and I use the term very loosely, films did not die with the passing of Bruce Lee (assuming of course that they had miss all the fuss about Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. I know I did). I'm glad to see that the many hours you spent as a kid in a darkened basement consuming these films have not affected your eyesight- I don't see no specs in pictures taken of you. Also, congratulations on finding such a versatile actress, Uma Thurman, to portray the complex character of The Bride. In fact, congratulations on finding such a great cast. Who knew David Carradine still had it in him? Ms Thurman certainly deserved the Oscar nomination. One question though. As her close friend, why oh why didn't you advise her against starring in Be Cool?

Right. A few other things to say. I'm not sure if you realised it, but there is a fine line between paying tribute to/paying homage to and plain ol' imitation. Reading the IMDb trivia made me realise just how much stuff you've 'referred' to in the movie. No doubt one has to give credit to the Shaw Brothers for pioneering the wu xia genre. But 'copying + pasting' sure isn't the way. I think you did a fantastic job with Reservoir Dogs. Absolutely brilliant casting and plot (But what's this rumour about you copying the plot storyline from some other Chinese film?). Although maybe your little cameo was quite unnecessary. You're a good director. The same really cannot be said about your acting skills.

Considering the success of your films so far, it's safe to say that there obviously is something going for you. Personally, I think you're a good director. I really love the use of long shots in your films. Sadly, you haven't reached the ranks of greatness yet. I think if you used your films to develop a distinctive directing style you could be on to something. And yes, that means no more 'copying + pasting' plus editing by putting some blond hair on. Maybe over time eh?

Now how's about you do something about Infernal Affairs? Please oh please dear god, don't let it be released in 2007/8 with Brad Pitt and Tom Cruise as the leads and Colin Ferrel in the place of Anthony Wong. *vomit out contents of the day... Ooo. I had pasta and an orange* I speak on behalf of myself when I say use your power to buy the rights and then, leave it as it is. You'd rank much, much higher in my good books.

Sincerely,
Karen


***Hmmm. Talking about Desperate Housewives. Seriously, I agree with what Ad was saying. With the demise of Friends and Frasier, the title of 'Cool New Intriguing Series That Is Not A CSI or ER Hybird' has been up for grabs. Just a case of being there at the right time. Blehh.

The benefits of living in Australia

Simple. No haze.

I've been reading friends blogs, and it doesn't take a lot of deducing to figure out that the hazy conditions in Malaysia are pretty damn bad. I called home just now and my mum was saying that she had to turn on her car lights while driving. At 4pm in the afternoon. Jeez.

It must be like a massive cloudy all-enveloping fog. I see it now. It's like those kinda fogs you see in detective movies. Where the protagonist, the detective, steps out from the thick, thick fog to catch the murderer (while in action, of course). A little bit of 'KERR-POW!' and 'KABOOM!' and the detective has solved the day. Except of course, the fog in mention here irritates people's sinuses. Huh.

Well, sadly, I don't have a remedy to the problem of the hazy skies in Malaysia. What I do offer instead is a couple of random, yet fascinating, and mindless, yet entertaining, facts. I was surfing around the other day and I found this site www.snopes.com. It's a website that is devoted to debunking urban legends. I know, I know. You're thinking, "But why should I give a damn?!?"

Well, keep in mind that seeing as to how you're basically reduced to bumming around your house due to the haze, and if I think I know you guys well enough, you lot will probably avoid going out if possible and spend your time instead online (regular blog updates I am expecting, by the way). So, click on the link. It'll help you kill time while learning new random trivia!

Some of the better ones I liked:

The myth about how if one consumes aspirin and Coca-Cola at the same time they get high.
Besides the fact that I've done it myself and know for a fact that it's complete utter bull, there's finally a website that offers a explanation as to why it's complete utter bull. Can you believe I actually met a fella who told me he got high? What a dumbass. And he had the nerve to challenge me and say I didn't do it right. Sigh. What do you say to someone who has shit for brains?

The myth about how Coca-Cola invented Santa Claus.
Again, some dumbass had the nerve to challenge me on this one. Jeez. Santa Claus was derived from historical figures man. Sigh. Seriously. What do you say to someone who has shit for brains?

Of course, I have to admit. I particularly chose these two cause of how it ends. With me being right. Muahahahahhahhahhahaha. Wait. Oh my god. Nick is rubbing of me. Jesus Christ. What just happened??

Lol. Happy surfing you guys. :)

Microsoft Excel

Well, I didn't use to have Microsoft Excel. In fact, somehow the entire Microsoft Office was not installed in my comp (I had the crappier version- Microsoft Works). I went about my days in a happy state of blissful ignorance actually, eating sushi and wishing for more money. Then thanks to Hann Meng, I got a lead on this guy who was looking for some help (read: job). And I think, although come to think of it I'm not 100% sure, I got the job. It was some kinda extra help at this seminar thing. But wait. The Excel issue hasn't come into the picture.

So the guy who runs/owns/conducts the seminar asks if I am interested in doing some data entry work as well. Naturally me being the money-whore that I am, said "Sure, why not?". I had a tough time getting the words out too, what with the sudden over-active saliva glands. Anyways, I stupidly said I had Excel without fully thinking. *Doh* But it's been going pretty alright. For the past 2 days I have been doing the work at the Uni Computer Lab. But now, thanks to Neighbour Boy, Excel lives in my comp!! Ahhhhhhhh.... Good stuff indeed.

Hmmm. I think that whole bit sounded much more interesting in my head. Ah well. On to other much more interesting things. Nick left yesterday. And I miss him. You know, you'd think that it'd be all awkward hanging out with your ex. But then that's just our mentality conditioned by reading too many Cleo magazine confessions and watching too many break-up movies. I've said it before and I'll keep saying it. Nick is a fantastic guy. A true friend, and an all-round good guy. Definitely not someone you forget over time. So to Nick ---> Thanks for everything. There's always a spare mattress available whenever you need it over here. And I suppose I could throw in a pillow and comforter as well if you ask nicely. :)

Seven reasons why living with an elder brother might be better than with an elder sister
1. Your sports bra won't mysteriously disappear from your closet only to reappear in your sister's laundry hamper.
2. No fallen make-up powder will blemish the sparkling clean toilet counter.
3. You might actually have place to put your own stuff on said sparkling clean toilet counter.
4. When you look down at the toilet floor, you might actually be able to see the toilet floor as opposed to lots of long hair that you know didn't fall from your head.
5. You can call your elder brother a 'fatass' and not need to suffer endless, repetitive, mind-numbing questions about body size and weight.
6. More shoe space. Unless your brother is like Jason who has a shoe fetish. Then you're just doubly screwed.
7. Periods. Bad enough? Try simultaneous periods.

I had 4 crazy psychos telling me I should post more 'personal' stuff. Well, here's my stab at it.

Last time I cut my nails: Yesterday.

Last time I picked my nose: Can't remember. I usually just blow.

Last time I decided to stare blankly into space: Just now. I was looking up at the sky to see whether it was raining.

Last time I went to use the toilet: I went to pee about 2 hours ago.

Last time I decided to yawn: Just only. Lucky you! THIS is live broadcasting.

Last time I decided to do something nice: I made spaghetti for dinner. And that was pretty nice.

Last time I decided to do something intellectual: I read the back of my cereal box. Informative stuff kids.

Last time I decided to prolong your reading time: Right about now.

Lol. How did that go down?

Win, Lose or Draw

The title is a reference to this popular game show during the early 90s. Don't know if any of you managed to catch it while it was still on air. Anyway, you basically get a sentence or a phrase and you have to draw it out on this whiteboard so that your partners can figure it out and you win the game and take home the prize money that is slightly diminished after tax. Sorta like Pictionary. Except you only get to draw. Right. I have something I would like to say but I'd rather you guys figure it out. Lol. For those on holiday, here's the perfect oppurtunity to make sure your brain cells haven't degenerated to the point of no return.

[---]

Hopefully it isn't that obvious. I mean, gotta work, work, work those brain cells!

[Addie]: Love you lots kid. :D

"Why do you have an empty frame on your wall?" . . . "It's a mirror."

In case you're wondering why I don't seem to have anything to say on the tagboard, it's because somehow whenever I type stuff and click enter, a note that states 'message can only be sent on website not site server' (or some other kind of technological jargon) appear. Trust me. I had obviously something to say about Nick's oh-so-subtle Harvard reminder. Ahhh... pitfalls of nvncbl or my comp, I sadly do not know.

Anyway, life here has been pretty good. Nick is down here for about 11 days. Good times. Funny times. Cold times. I'm definitely gonna miss the guy when he leaves. But he's destined for great things. And I suppose a guy who is destined for great things has gotta do what a guy who is destined for great things has gotta do. *I don't think that worked as well as I would like it too. Oh well. You get the drift.* Alamak. Just saw headlines on tonight's news reports. Australia is suffering a sudden loss of breathing space. Down, ego of Nick. :)

I'm sleepy. It's 2.41 am. *Yawn*. Short post this time around. Oh right.

Today's 'Things to do' for the friendly folks who visit the page: go watch 'Crash'. Even if it means you driving around town looking at several DVD stalls. It's worth your time. It's worth the effort. Brilliant directing + editing + casting + music + script + acting = worth the AUD$ 7.50 I paid. Seriously y'all. It's a, in Nick's words, very "powerful" movie. And that it is. If you don't like it, I vow to inflict self-torture on well, myself. Think a movie marathon with the likes of 'Crossroads', 'Glitter', 'Superstar' and, because it's self-torture, I'll even throw in a whole bunch of 50 Cent videoclips. Oh my god. It sounds even worse printed out in black and white. *shudderssss*

----------> By the way, if Mich and Yoong Mei don't mind, can you email me (or leave it in the comments if you wanna) your mailing address? Especially you, Yoong Mei, what with being in Melaka and not within passing distance. Have got some stuff to send to you. Thanks. :)

Final note. I have been religiously reading everyone's blogs. And I have just one thing to say. Malaysia suffers from an extreme case of bad-timing. What the hell??? Sales start AFTER I leave the country? Ha! I take comfort in the fact that my savings is your loss. Less 0.0001% of revenue earned because of said disease. (I realize this could be contrived as a classic example of Pathetic Sore Loser. But be sure not too confuse it with Grumpy, Wanna-shop-to-help-country-YaY! Loser).

Grrrrrrrrrrrr.

Rotten eggs. You don't wanna wake up that way.

Yesterday night I learned that eggs seriously can go bad. And when they do, the smell... a field of tulips it does not smell like. Call me ignorant but up until yesterday I had never gotten a whiff of rotten eggs. I mean, I just never had the opportunity and one doesn't exactly go around hunting for rotten eggs to smell, ya know? Somehow, although the expiry date on the eggs have passed, they're still okay and cook-able. Or at least the one in my afternoon egg sandwich was. Expiry date: 18 July 2005, mind you.

Cut to 11 o'clock at night and I was in the midst of making chocolate chip cookie dough. Not a very easy feat without the electronic mixer, but everything was going real good. Almost flawlessly in fact. Till it came to the part where the instructions say, "Crack 2 eggs into batter". Ewwww. Gross smell + icky visuals (the yolk was a nice shade of dark brown) = total lost of interest in baking. I had to throw the whole batter out cause I cracked the egg into it. What an absolute waste of 230 g of butter, 300 g of sugar, 380 g of flour and 1 tsp of vanilla essence. On the bright side, I didn't have to clean up the mixing bowl. When last questioned, Gill thoroughly regretted her decision to be washer (as opposed to baker).

I know I made an oath not to post lyrics here. But after much mulling over, I decided to make an exception for this one. It's not good or anything, but it cracked me up. Personally I haven't heard the song, so I can't comment. But seriously, the lyrics are pretty damn hilarious. The song is by The Ataris and it's called Ben Lee. Ben Lee is like this high profile Australian musician from New South Wales whose music reached the airwaves in America (hence, the extra popularity in Australia. They're super 'Australia boleh', by the way). His music is quite alt rock-pop. Easy listening stuff. Personally, I think he's claim to fame is his 6 or 7 year+ relationship with Claire Danes that ended after Danes dumped him for Billy Crudup, who was the lead actor in Almost Famous. Ben Lee has been in the music biz since 14, I think, and is widely regarded as one talented Aussie bloke. God, I sound like this gossip magazine.

Anyway, I'm deducing that The Ataris has got a huge crush on Claire Danes. Yes, I surf lyrics site. Yes, I'm a geek. Cause they have this song out called 'My So-Called Life', which was a TV series that Danes starred in (her claim to fame). Basically the song gushes on about the greatness that is Claire Danes. Right. Back to the original point. Here's the lyrics to 'Ben Lee'. Lol.

The Ataris - Ben Lee
I never met someone so jaded
Your music's really over rated
Nothing but a lot of pretentious noise
I know that Claire Danes is your chick
To me you're just some ugly prick
Who got lucky cause he knew the Beastie Boys
And I cant stand it

A lot goes on but nothing happens
But this time that's not true
I wrote this song for you
To tell you that your 15 minutes of fame are almost up
Yea one more thing, Ben Lee you suck

Bob Dylan must be kinda pissed
Cause you've been writing all his hits
Packaged and reprocessed for the world
I'd love to kick you in the face
Break your legs and throw you from a train
Cause you're such a fucking girl
And I cant stand it

I guess this song's come to an end
I'll say good bye until we meet again
You better stay out of my town
Cause if i had way
I'd call up Snoop, Ice Cube, and Dr. Dre
We'd come and beat you down

Ahahahhahaha. It must be so amusing being a popular rock band. You get to slag off people, make money and maintain your popularity all at the same time. I think the best part would be the "you're such a fucking girl" line. If you haven't seen a picture of Ben Lee, try to imagine this skinny guy, with curly hair, young-ish face, and quite effiminate features. I read somewhere before that he's really a cross between Screech, from Saved By The Bell, and Dewey, the kid in Malcolm in the Middle.














And that's really the most astute description of him, no? Lol.

An ode to Ringo

My little fan heater died last night. It sputtered on, on the verge of death, dutifully keeping my little toes and hands warm for the past 1 and a half years. The really sad thing is that I wasn't there in his last moments. When his circuits went bonkers and decided to burst into flames, I wasn't there by his side to gasp and marvel at his last, final moments. I failed him when he needed me most. *Sigh* Good times we had together though. Moments spent in each other's company... I will forever remember him welcoming me to his warm, warm arms. Even in the most inconvenient times, I was never once spurned for the Iron (that little hussy has got her eyes on it, I just know it), or the Straightener (don't even get me started on that total wannabe). Ahh. A moment of silence for the passing of Ringo, the Ringgrip heater, I declare in his memory. He was forever faithful and dedicated.



To do list:

Get new heater.

Quick.


On less pressing matters, I saw Sophia Foo today. Chalk up one more ex-SMDU student currently residing in Melbourne and studying in Melbourne Uni. Pretty soon, we can band together and start up an exclusive club of our own. We shall only allow SMDU students in. A big 'HA!' to anyone else from different schools who thought for one second that they could gain membership (Take that ex-students from DJ!) What do you know.. we'll even call ourselves DU-riA[n].

Tres original.

Life without broadband.... is a lot slower

While in the process of creating this blog, I swore an oath. To never become one of those people who posted whole song lyrics in their post. I mean... it's not bad or wrong or anything (personally, *in one of those rare moments of total honesty* it's downright annoying) but there's a reason why websites like www.letssingit.com exist. Why deny them the honour of enlightening clueless music-crazy people? However, I never said anything about being one of those people who implored visitors to download and listen to a certain song or else live a wretched life filled with lousy music and God-awful songs. Rachel Yamagata- Be, be Your Love. Now I implore you to go download and listen to the song or else you'll live a wretched life filled with lousy music and God-awful songs. Lol.

The new semester has started over here. I haven't finalise my timetable yet so I can't tell you how many study-hours I have a week. What I definitely can say is that Friday does not exist for me. Yeap. I have got Fridays off. I know, I know. Before you start bitching and yelling and complaining that I'm the luckiest bitch in the world, keep in mind that because I'm taking evening classes this term, life won't exactly be a bed of roses. Spanish every Thursday from 6.15 to 8.15 pm. I actually have a reason for taking it besides genuine interest. Next January, I'm leaving for Costa Rica. That's Central America to you geographically-challenged people (All hail lonelyplanet.com). I will be there on a 2 week volunteer program and a 2 week adventure course thing. Am actually quite looking forward to that. Anyways, hopefully when I leave I will be able to say more than 'hola amigo' or 'loco' or 'desperado' or 'taco' or 'y tu mama tambien' or 'amores perros' or 'diarios de motocicleta'. And the last three I stole off movies too. [Anyone care to take a stab at what's the running link between the three movies? Winner will be given a autograph... of me. Jeez. Someday it could be worth something].

Finding a job here is a total nightmare though. Basically you don't even register a bleep on the Prospective Worker Scale if you don't have prior work experience. Sigh. Oh well. Wait for Ma and Pa to reach home. Get credit card details. Apply for Work Permit. Wait a week. And hello, Hungry Jack's! Fastfood restaurants- you can't possibly need any experience for that. I mean, "training provided" does sorta signify something, no?

Anyways, I was reading the online papers and I came across this article about Lance Armstrong. Previously, my dad's mentioned him in passing. Something about him being one of the greatest athletes of all time. Of course while he was saying that, Blue's Clues was on and really, no contest, ya know? My point is that I came aross this article about him and his stats are really mind blowing. If you have the time, go check out the link: http://www.theage.com.au/news/sport/marathon-man/2005/07/22/1121539144887.html?oneclick=true

I am in awe. By the way, do you want fries with that?

London Calling

The rest of my family are in London. Now. And I encouraged them to go. "Ooo. What's the worst that could happen?". Jesus freakin' Christ.

Terror : Intense, overpowering fear and anxiety
Terrorist : A radical who employs terror as a weapon
As defined by dictionary.com

So the terrorists won for all about 30 seconds this time around. Maybe Blair had something going when he said we should try to go back to our normal lives the best way we can.

Cause if we start reacting in terror, the terrorists win.

So Long And Thanks For All The Fish

Fact #1: Melbourne is cold. Like stupidly annoying kind of cold. Jesus Christ... If it's gonna be this cold why not just freaking snow?

Fact #2: I miss the people who are living it up in Malaysia. It's weird somehow this time around. And I can't believe I didn't get to see Chen Chou.

Fact #3: Malaysia Airlines in-flight entertainment is going down the drain. Gone are the sweet times spent on honing Dr. Mario skills. Hello In-flight Trivia and Freecell.

It just occured to me that owning a blog is really, really weird. What do you write and what do you not write? What if nobody even cares about what you have to freaking say, let alone what you did/thought/ate/watched/heard/realized? What if all the wrong people are visiting your blog? Jeez. Maintaining a blog is hard work. Yes I realize this is only the third post. Oh well. Long live blogging, eh? Props to Mich for doing an excellent job. Gotta hand it to you. You have got amazing time management kid.

Sungai Wang = DVD heaven. I actually held Buffy Season 7 in my hands. Buffy Season 7. Buffy Season 7. I'm starting to really feel like an even bigger dickhead than my brother. Why the hell didn't I get it?? Why don't I ever walk out with more than a hundred bucks at a time?? Jeeeeeeeeeeez. Talking about Sungai Wang... Although I am an avid supporter of pirated movies, I had to wonder. Why doesn't the Malaysian authorities crack down on the sellers there? Is it a case of complete ignorance or are they merely turning a blind eye? I mean freaking hell. Sungai Wang didn't exactly gain their reputation cause of the clothes. No freaking way man. What am I saying?? DVDs for 8 bucks. I am so not complaining.

Sungai Wang with the Siao Cha Bos was excellent, although marred by the absence of Yoong Mei. Hanging out with the psychos made me realize just how precious our time spent together is. Yeah yeah... I am a sentimental old fool. I love you guys man. :) The sleepover during Live8 was pretty damn memorable too. Watching Yoong Mei go ballistic and Chrissy's reaction in times of extreme stress and tension (very well by the way. Lol). Good stuff. Makes you wonder though: When is the next time all of us will be able to sit down and really chat with each other? *Cough...cough...Road trip 20??* C'mon y'all. We have gotta do it.

The Return of the Grumpy First-time Blogger

Don't click on any of the links in the first post. I really don't know where the hell they come from. They're damn bloody annoying. I tried re-editing the post but I can't work it out. What the hell? Goddamn it.

On the bright side, I managed to figure out how to do all the funky stuff. Yes I consider the counter and the tagboard funky. Cheap thrills. So, thanks anyway Ad. :)

Note to reader (if there is any of you bored enough): I curse unnecessarily. The curse words I most often use are damn, goddamn and shit-ass. So if you happen to find 'goddamn' particularly insulting/aggravating/blasphemous, go away. Eh wait.. I shouldn't be chasing friends, aka the only visitors, away. Come back, Michelle! Lol.

Fated this blog is not

All I'm trying to do is start the damn blog and so far every imaginable obstacle that could possibly exist has struck.

First Attempt: Computer in room.
Happily switched on the computer thinking this was gonna be all easy-peasy and I was going to be able to meet the deadline. Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. Apparently not. The damn keyboard wasn't working. Something to do with either it being loose or some kinda malfunction in the damn hardware. Installing and uninstalling = 'Help and Support Center' = my ass. I hate technology. Imagine happier times in the past when computers had not existed yet... World wars, nuclear detonations, mass genocide. Goddamn it.

Round Two: Computer outside room
Immediately after switching on the comp, get bombarded by at least 20 goddamn whatchamacallit-website-things-that-usually-make-your-comp-die-a-pathetic-death. I forgot the goddamn word. The one that you usually get promoting gambling websites and XXX websites. Aiyohhh.. So annoying. What the hell kinda websites are my brother visiting?? Now my sister is annoyed cause I yelled at her for not knowing the word. Goddamn word. Urggggggh. Anyway, got to blogger. Clicked the 'Create A Blog Now' sign.

Round Three: Microsoft Office vs Microsoft Word Processor
I had this nice long post written out previously about House of Wax but I can't open it. Why? Cause of the goddamn difference in office and wps. Arrrrrgggggghhhhh. As a result I actually had to create a new post to write. Plus this is the exact moment my fingers cease to function. I can't seem to type properly anymore. Every other word is a spelling mistake. Goddamn it. Goddamn it to hell. Don't ask me what's it. I don't really know either. Bahhhhh.

Lousy start to a lousy blog.

Fated this blog is not.