I am a (lisenced driver), hear me (start my car engine)!

Two days ago Joanne told me when she took her driving exam last year, she bribed, because it's much much safer, then Nico said that if you don't bribe, they'd sometimes purposely fail you.

Then with every tiny mistake I made on the road, (i.e. forgetting to put signal, terpijak white line), my stupid instructor would happily go, "Like this exam SURE FAIL ahh!"

So I was scared loh, I thought I was bound to fail my road exam.

Plus, it was like raining and all (of all days it could rain in the morning, had to be today).

So basically I went there super low in confidence, hoping, hoping, hoping orang JPJ tu ada good moral values, hates bribers, looks up to people who don't bribe.

And I came back............
















............ a lisenced driver!

Haha, I passed!

I can drive I can drive I can drive!

When I was in Form One, I almost fainted in school and had all these weird aches everywhere, so my dad took me to the clinic. The doctor told me I could have dengue (how do you spell it), and he told me to come back two days later to check again, I was so, so, SO scared.

I asked my mom if anyone had died from dengue before, and she said, "Yes, I think so." That totally scared the shit out of me. Totally.

I started making promises to any higher power up there who might be listening, I promised that if it was only some minor illness and NOT dengue, that if I didn't have to die, then I would start eating extra healthily, and I would finish ALL my homework, and study EXTRA HARD. I went, "I promise I promise I promise!"

Turned out it wasn't dengue afterall, and I didn't die either. (Big 'DUH'.)

But do you see me eating healthily? NO. Do you see me doing all my homework? NO. Do you see me studying hard? Yes, but only when the exams are near.

So did I keep my promise? Say 'hell no'.

But there I was again today, making promises I know would be hard to keep.

"If I pass my exam today, I promise promise promise that I will immediately start studying. I would study every single day. I will will WILL be totally prepared for my trials next month."

And the higher power up there heard me I guess, and I probably should really keep my promise this time. Afterall, it's for my own good.

I have had so many different study buddies la, some that worked out, some that talked the talk but never managed to walk the walk (we made all sorts of plans to study but never really carrying them out).
So very sad, hor?

My pledges
I pledge to study every single day.
I pledge to spend the day at the library at least twice a week.
I pledge to cut down on my computer time.
I pledge to not watch Rockstar: Supernova for the month of August.
I pledge to use my time wisely in class.

And last of all,
I pledge to keep all my pledges.

But I seriously need help la. Who can be my all-serious, no play-play study buddy?

So long, Farewell, auf weidersehen, goodbye!

My first post on the new machine!

My old one was waaaay too old, and I'd be embarrassed if anybody ever sees it. Lock it up and hide it away, I say.

New machines take a little while to get used to, 'cause me being me, I clog my desktop up with weird stuff and I've got more folders than everyone in the house combined. Now everything's so totally empty.

It's pretty cool, 'cause my dad got us a few extra stuff to go with it.

[I say 'machine' and I mean 'computer'. Saying 'my computer' only makes me think of the little icon at the top left corner of your desktop.]

* * * * *

Yesterday late afternoon -

We went to this huge fabric shop, and we were walking around looking for good fabric for the cushions and curtains, when I recieved a message from Michelle.

"....................... High school's ending soon, unsure if all of us will go out together again..............."

Now, I'm the kind of person who's blissfully living in denial, just that morning I was telling a totally stressed out friend not to worry 'cause SPM's a long, long time away, and in my sad little mind, I still have a whole lot of time to while away and enjoy myself and not study/do homework.

The way I've been seeing it, the end of the year is still far, faaaaaar away.

That message was kind of like a slap to the face, like, ohmygoodness we are leaving soon.

And nothing would be a better indication to that than LKT's very own Farewell party, for the seniors. (And then someone would interrupt and say, 'NO, EX-seniors!')

I was being a bit of a stupidhead, 'cause I whipped out my camera when the night was about to end, but OH SO FORTUNATELY, I managed to get some shots.

Group photo!

Group photo number two!
(I obviously stole this from Michelle's blog. It's stupid 'cause it'd be like I'm assuming people who read my blog, doesn't read hers. And vice versa. But it's such a nice photo!)

And because she's my favourite junior...
Hui Xian and I!

My other junior, called me his 'so-called senior who doesn't do anything', y'know, 'cause he didn't do anything and I didn't make him do anything and he still passed. Pfffft.

Yang terakhir,
Ex-seniors. They had their BBQ farewell last year, and they're still not letting go of LKT.

We were a little late to leave 'cause people were busy taking photos, and my parents got pretty pissed. My mom was even more unhappy when she realized I was sitting in the car, in my wet-ish clothes.

See, lately she's been catching me with all the wrong things I've been doing, like being real quiet and letting her think I'm upstairs, studying, when in fact I'm upstairs, surfing the net.

She was even more unhappy when I told her I was skipping school on Monday. (For a pretty good reason okay.)

"Got important lessons on Monday?"

"Dun have lah. Moral, English, that kind of thing only."

Which is complete cow dung, 'cause got Biology and Chemistry la.

P/S. Haha, Michelle, you can drive now! Nice being 17 eh?

Noone's talking about prom anymore!

It did kind of seem that I was the only (-ONLY) person to actually want to go for National Service.

Yes I WANT.

Past few days, you hear people going, "I checked my status, I didn't get selected! Yeay!"

And I would secretly think, I hope I'm not him/her.

But as often as I tried to check my status online, I couldn't get into the 'khidmat negara' site. Pffft.

And then I found out that....




















I was selected!

And I'm totally rejoicing unlike a lot of other people who 'kena' because I WANT TO GO!

I totally am aware that it means no computer/internet/blogging for 3 whole months, no real music for120 days.

But who cares?

You get to fire 50 bullets from the M16 okay!

You get to live with total strangers for 120 days! (Longer, and probably better, than OBS or something.)

You get to come back, all fit and healthy and minus the spare tyre right on your belly!

This is me, being totally psyched up for it!

You know, an unusually huge amount of CHS-ians got selected.

Unlike over in Sri Aman, where they have been jinxed by the never-kena-NS jinx.



But to them, it is a GOOD jinx, see?



Only 2, since it started.

Long list of people on Li-Ann's site shows that Catholic High is, undoubtedly, BADLY jinxed. I'm feeling good that a lot of my friends are going also. (Not good to be alone.)

I heard that people steal your clean underwear, 'cause they're too lazy to clean their own. So then everyone starts NOT cleaning their clothes, for fear of having them stolen.

Plus, how're you gonna deal with your monthlies?

Pffft.

[EDITED] Okay I stand corrected. It's only 30 bullets. But it's a buck a bullet, so the government is still spending 30 bucks on everyone of us.

We're counting down the days. To SPM.

Someone make me study, please!

My classmates said said the list of National Service candidates for 2007 were out, and I could check online, so I went ahead and checked. (I don't think it really is yet.)

And that somehow led to me looking for the 2006 SPM timetable.

And I found this - Jadual Waktu Sijil Pelajaran Malaysia 2006.

Bahasa Cina 1 and 2 on the 15th, the very first day.

Pffft. Great way to start off SPM.

Look, I've even added a countdown on the sidebar.

That's blog suicide, really. Who'd wanna see that every time they come visit?

But if there's anybody who REALLY needs inspiration and the motivation to study, and who REALLY needs to be stressed out insted of all relaxed, it's me.

I mean, I still take 3-hour naps. I still prioritize my homework, so I could do only the must-do ones, everything else is left untouched.

Like I said, someone make me study, please.

Word of the Week - Mania

Mania. noun.
- An excessively intense enthusiasm, interest, or desire, as in the entire world being in too deep into this Word Cup mania.

During the World Cup season, they talk about the players, the results, and how they stayed up all night just to watch the match (I almost said 'show' here, football is just a SHOW).

After World Cup season, they talk about the players, the results, and how they no longer could stay up all night to watch the match.

An example of over-enthusiasm for football, would be my aunt.

Usually when she calls from London, and I pick up the phone, she'd speak to me for a bit, then ask to be handed over to my parents.
Two nights ago, she called from London, I picked up the phone, she asked for my dad (no talking to me, see), and they started talking about - what else, the World Cup.

It's crazy to call all the way from London, after WC season, just to talk about the WC and which players screwed up on the field.

If I were calling all the way from there, where every minute = $$$, I'd spend the minutes talking about something much more meaningful, like "how are you" and "what have you been up to" or "can I speak to the other family members?", and definitely NOT "did you watch the match between _ and _?". Pfft.

And with the coming of the WC season, people start showing all these different sides to them.

Like the doctor / physician.
"I think Sven-Goran Erikson has dementia. When they score goal, you see his response, so slow!" (CY's dad)

Like the (child) psychologist.
"Zidane shouldn't have head-butted that Italian guy. Temper control, very important! Hasn't he heard, 'rubber glue, back to you'?" (person from Catholic High)

Like the compulsive gambler.
"Oi! Want to bet or not? __ against __. Or you want __ against __?"
"You say should bet or not? Damn lot of money wei. Match that time sure heart attack one."
(people from CY's class)

Like the star-struck fan.
"Kaka so hot! Beckham so hot! Got see StarTwo? Ashley Cole so sexyy!" (girls all over)
And in Li-Ann's case, "Podolski will WIN!" Haha. =)

ALL my friends are watching it. Even the non-usual-football-watchers.

And then you hear of monks missing their morning rituals (or something), because they were up too late the night before, watching (what else) live World Cup matches.

"Excessively intense enthusiasm", for sure.

* * * * *

I was at Cineleisure Damansara on Sunday, and they were having this MYSO (Max Your Senses Out) thing going on.

I was fortunate (or unfortunate) enough to be there during the Super Pedas Red Hot Chili Peppers Band Search.

MPO (My Personal Opinion) - AWFUL.

It was baaaad. All of the bands there consisted of Malay rockers, you know the kind, dressed in black with dog chains here and there, trying to do the rocker look.

Which is weird, 'cause even the Peppers themselves don't do all-black attire and huge chains.

But that's not as big a deal as the sound (noise) they made.

You couldn't really hear what the singers were singing. All you hear are the voices, you almost cannot hear the words.

*gurgle gurgle gurgle*

(Sudden end, rude departure.)

Driving / Birthdays

Realization -

When you've only got your 'L' lisence, and you're having your driving lesson on the road, everybody wants to get out of your way.

Which is pretty cool, because you can be driving on a three-lane road, and there'd be this huge space around you, and you can drive reeeeaaaal sloooooow, and no one sounds the horn at you.
They just try and overtake you, if it looks safe.

Better yet, even huge 12-tyre lorries give you special treatment, because they fear for your life more than you do your own.

Contrary to what everyone thinks, driving with an 'L' license is the safest thing there is.

Safe for you, danger to the other road users.

* * * * *

So it's that time of the year again. Where 6 friends have their birthdays all within one to two weeks of each other. It's pretty much a time of celebration, of cakes and candles and 'Happy Birthday To You's.

Last year, we had cake so often, it kind of lost its 'once a while' appeal after the whole thing ended.

I was telling my mom about it, and she thinks that we're not thinking very wisely, to spend money on food and cakes so often, and to try and think of new ways to celebrate someone's birthday.

Everytime a friend's birthday comes up, I'd wonder aloud during dinner, about making that upcoming birthday different from the other birthdays. And my mom would, almost always, reply, "Don't stress yourself organizing these things la. It would take up a lot of your time."

Not that I stress myself ('cause I don't, not too much), and not that I'm the one organizing the celebrations ('cause I'm not), but she says that 'cause I wonder aloud like that pretty often.

But that's not the point.

It's like one of those awfully sad things, you know, if nobody celebrates your birthday with you. I think, at some point, we'd start imagining how awful it would be to have your birthday go by, just like that. So we kind of take it upon ourselves to celebrate every birthday.

But I think it's nice, that people make it a point to celebrate everybody's birthday.

The not-so-nice part, though, is the all-credit-no-debit thing that happens to your wallet.

(Note to self : Must collect money.)

But it's worth every cent, when at the end of the day, everyone goes home happy, with smiles on faces and cakes in stomach.

There're still a few more birthdays to go, and I cannot wait!

(There are only so many birthdays you can celebrate in a lifetime, you know.)

(When you're 99, you'd regret not celebrating birthdays more "back in those days".)

Breast Balls, and Bad Biology papers.

At a mall kiosk selling novelty items -

Boyfriend : [Grabs a female-breast-shapped ball (pink and complete with nipple)] "What's this?"
Sales girl : "It's a stress ball, that you squeeze when you are stressed."
Boyfriend : (Squeezes breast ball a few times)
Girlfriend : (Gazes at boyfriend) "OH, how I wish, how I wish..." (Grins naughtily)

Chooiyen - young, foolish and a loud-talker : (Nudges mother hard) "Eeiyer! Didja hear what she said? Didja?!"

Girlfriend looks over at Chooiyen. Girlfriend nudges boyfriend, who then also looks over at Chooiyen.
Chooiyen gets utterly embarrassed and pulls mother away.

Sigh, I will forever remember someone saying to me, "When you went out to speak, you spoke so loudly you 'xia dao wo'."

I will also always remember the many times Marvina nudged me very hard when I foolishly (and loudly) go, "Yerr, this bowl of mee looks so disgusting", then pointed at the cook / mee-seller / whatever.

I also have not forgotten back in Form 2, I was talking to Hui Peng about something, then during recess I wanted to tell ChuanLing about the things we talked about, because CL sat waaaaaaaaay over there in class, only to have her reply, "I know already. You talk so loudly, I everything also hear la."

And the worst thing to this problem is, I totally hate being shushed at. And I don't even talk all the time.

* * * * *

So I finally got on MSN Messenger today, for a good 20 minutes, and I found this person with a personal
message that went, "Do you realize every second when we laugh, people are crying?"

I always thought it should be the other way round.

There are only two things you can be - happy, or sad.

When you're sad, you're sad.

When you're happy, well, you gotta think about other people beng sad.

So if you tap tap into the world's mood, you'd probably get "The World is Sad" all the time.

Pretty sad, huh?

* * * * *

Pn. Felicia taught us the remaining pages of Biology's Chapter 4 Pembiakan, and the stuff she mentioned sounded so familiar, and the textbook pages looked so familiar, like I've already read everything before.

Then I realized, omgwtfbbq, I have read everything before!

I studied all of Chapter 4, even the parts we haven't gone through in class, because I thought it was coming out in the exams.

The bad thing about totally not paying attention during class is, you have no idea at all which chapters the teacher has (or has not) gone through in class.

And then you go and do all the extra work.

Know what I got for my Biology paper? 47.

I spent two days studying an entire extra chapter, and I got a 47.

How can get THIS LOW one?

And lost 3 marks for writing "isipadu semakin besar", because Pn.Felicia insists it should've been "isipadu banyak"

Who cares if all the information I studied on sunk in, who cares if the questions had absolutely nothing to do with Chapter 4, if there is a Higher Power up there that calculates the effort put in, if there is Karma that sees the good deeds done, and if the world is a fair and just place... then I should've gotten at least a 50.

(Shows sad face.)

Word of the Week - Change

Change. noun.
- The process or an instance of passing from one form, state, or stage to another, as in Chooiyen changing from a not-so-mean person to a very, very mean person.

I wasn't this mean before, you know.

It started with those subtle clues that there wasn't as much nice-ness as before.

Guy1 brings iPod to school.
Chooiyen doesn't have an iPod.
So she had to (not very wisely) say, "I hope your iPod gets confiscated."

Guy2 wants to ask a girl he really likes to prom.
Guy2 dissed Marilyn Manson, whom Chooiyen thinks is genius.
So she had to (not very wisely) say, "I hope when you ask her, she happily rejects you."

But worse still is when I start thinking in that horibble, horibble vengeful manner.

I can go ahead and say it's "giving people a taste of their own medicine", to "cure their personality problems", but really, it's just a longer way of saying "I want revenge!!!!".

You remember this episode in That's So Raven, when this popular girl stooped real low and totaly humiliated Raven in front of the whole school, so Raven came up with a revenge-plan, only to stop inches away from succeeding, 'cause she felt awfully bad about it?

You know, if Raven does it the way that girl did it, Raven would be just as bad as her, and that's worse than losing the battle.

But hahaha, Raven I am not.

So, thinking back, I probably have been extremely mean lately. (But that person started it first!)

You'd think after so long, I'd be immune to all the weird (lack of better adjectives) things he/she does. But nahhhh, it really only made my tolerance level go down down down.

It did seem like an okay idea, you know, 'cause eventhough I don't care much about that person, I do want him/her to change his/her weird (lack of better adjectives) ways, plus you have the satisfaction of thinking, "Hahaha I changed him/her! Now people no longer cannot-stand him/her, 'cause I did what I did!"

But, in retrospect, it was a pretty dumb thing to do. I mean, we've stooped just as low as her, maybe even lower. He/She did it because he/she is just the kind of person who does things like that; we (more appropriately, I) did it because I was in a spiteful mood (poorly cleverly disguised as "giving him/her a taste of his/her own medicine", "cure him/her of his/her personality problems").

It's also a dumb thing to do because it didn't work well - he/she is still the weird (lack of better adjectives) person he/she has always been.
Waste of time only.

So if you are him/her (if you are then you'd most probably wouldn't know, hahaha \lame laugh\), thousand apologies, I feel very bad.

* * * * *

I have another tv show to look forward to now - 'Rockstar: Supernova'!

If I ever have to turn into a homosexual and fall in love with a woman, it'd have to be Patricia, one of the contestants.

She stood there, singing into the camera, and oh it was so intense, it was wonderful.

Unlike the other blondies there in ultra short skirts, repeating the same ultra simple strumming pattern on the guitar, trying to come off as a rocker chick. And then they start prancing around, and their voice sounds so watery, and it makes you wonder how they can ever head a dirrrrty rock band (as quoted, okay) like Supernova.

Never ever.

My mom started screaming at me to get my butt up and start doing something productive, and I didn't get to finish till the end of the show. So I have no idea if anyone from Asia got into the finals.

But logic and common sense tells me, No, none of the finalists could be surnamed Lim or Wong or Tan or Leong or called Muthusamy or Ahmad or any other Asian names.

And, you know, even if the show got a little boring at times, you could always watch Dave Navarro. He's pretty much always nice to watch.

At least he looks better than Randy Jackson or Simon Cowell or Paul Moss or that Malay guy judge. Abang-something.

* * * * *

How do you come up with different birthday celebration ideas when 8 of your friends all have their birthdays within a week of each other?

More importantly, how do you keep from using up all of your allowance, and then your ang pao money for the birthdays?

Flavour of a lifetime.

So, like, it was Ms. Synth's birthday, right, so a bunch of us had a celebration after school, and CL got her this mocha cake, which was nice, with lovely chocolate bits in the middle.

Of course, I couldn't just write that and leave it as it is, so I'mma go ahead and say how absolutely fun it was.

I feel a bit guilty, because it wasn't a grand celebration, and so ngam her birthday had to be on a day when everyone had all these other stuff they must attend to.

That being said, we were left with the basics - the core group of friends, who have been going out for recess together every day since Form 2 (and in Hui Lu and my case, since Form 1).

It was probably the most simple, but the most awesome birthday celebration so far. I think, it is because it was just the few of us, everybody knew everyone else's secrets, everybody knew what was going on in everyone else's lives.

'Cause you know, when you get a huge bunch of people, there are bound to be things you cannot say, and things that even if you did say, some people are not going to understand.

And the most wonderful thing I've realized, is that among the conversations I've had with different groups of people, our conversations within this particular group had always been the most wholesome (being not-perverted, obviously there are references to a bit of dirty stuff occasionally, but nothing extreme), the most clean (being not-gossipy, we've been long over all that 'who likes who', 'what who did' kind of talk, because it's no longer interesting to talk about this person and that person, sole exception being "that Special Person").

Haha, occasionally you come accross people who seem just so interested in who other people like, it can get very irksome.

I do admit, yeah, that my conversations in class can get a bit weird (not in a good way), and sometimes bit perverted, and conversations with other friends can get a bit gossipy, which later makes you feel slightly dirty.

Which is why I totally enjoy time with Ms. Synth. and friends, because we spend more time talking about ourselves and each other, than about other people.

Wasn't a conscious decision, just something that happened, I mean, we used to be gossipy all the time back in Form 2.

Of course, weird things have happened within the group, some things that put us in weird (and sometimes a bit uncomfortable) situations, with some of the things being pretty extreme, but I'm totally glad we've soldiered on and stuck through it together.

I mean, we've been friends since Form 1, then I later got to know a different bunch of really good friends, and Hui Lu and others got to know another bunch of really good friends, it still amazes me how we didn't just stop hanging out together. And it wasn't like we were ever classmates after that.

When you see some people spending all their time hanging out with different classmates every year, you become thankful that you don't do that whole "flavour of the year" thing.

It works with favourite television shows, and favourite bands, but not with friends. (By 'friends' I obviously mean 'real good, bestest friends'.)

So, we're in Form 5 now, but it was just like in Form 2, and Form 3, and Form 4, the four of us sitted around the table, only difference is when we talk about "That Special Person", it's a different person altogether.

Lovely. Couldn't ask for anything more. 'Cept maybe more marks for my Biology paper. ='(

P/s. Happy Birthday Ms. Synth! "Dream of Californicatioooooooon Mr. Beaaaaaaan Julius!"

Toodles everyone.

CHS Golden Jubilee, and other things

Gawd, I used a total of Rm75 this week.

And I owe people money.

I'm supposed to go out and get a birthday present for a friend today, I know exactly what she wants, and it ain't cheap.

I've got all these money going out, but none coming in.

Sigh, if you've borrowed money from me, and I've forgotten about it, and you're reading this, return the money, okay? (Keeping fingers crossed.)

* * * * *

It was wonderful, I pretty much achieved my goal, which was to visit every stall/exibition in school.
It would be pretty crazy to not visit them, 'cause they're all real interesting, and besides, they're not gonna be there, ever again. Unless you live another 50 years, and return to CHS.

So I went around with my sister, yeah, and we watched a rat dissection / got a henna tattoo thing / waitted in line for the haunted house but figured there were just too many people.

I wasn't kidding when I said I had no money. My sister had to go make her friend return her Rm10, just so we could get that henna thing.
Pretty stupid really, but hey, this'll be the only time we're allowed to have a tattoo-like thing in school.

My mom's reaction to them, "Aiyoh! Sai mm lat ga! Teacher tai dou dim hou?!"
You translate yourself la.

You know, the Sejarah society's exibition deserve a special mention. They had this almost life-sized sarcophagus thing, complete with this corpse inside.
They also erected this really tall thing on one side of the room, and it had all these egyptian wordings carved onto it.
The wonderful thing was, they were all made from paper-mache, but they looked so real. Wonderful.

It was great, that the LKT stall had an endless stream of customers. I mean, people were coming in non-stop, yeah, so it would be pretty safe to say, they did a very, very good job.
They could've hiked up the price a bit, though, 'cause their prices were pretty cheap, and 'cause they were that much in demand.

There were a few weird stalls, like the PTA's, that were selling watermelons.
I walked one round, two rounds, three rounds, all at least an hour in between, and by the third round, the watermelons looked... like it never moved. There were this much watermelons when I left, there were this much watermelons when I came once more.

They could've sold brocolli, and bussiness would probably have been the same.

There were also a few rip-offish stalls, that sold food that were pretty much yuck.

I took my parents to the chemistry lab, to check out a few of my friends' experiments thing. We checked out Lu and friends' volcano.
The first time we went, Linda told us to wait till 12.30pm, which was another 5 minutes. So we went ahead and looked at the other experiments, and when we returned later, the S3's were ready.
My mom waited while they poured this mixture thing into the volcano.
My mom waited while the volcano got ready to puke volcanic lava.
And just as something was about to pour from the volcano's opening, her cellphone rang. By the time she finished talking, the volcano was done.
Talk about bad timing.

Anyway, it was a call for her to return to her office, which was a bummer. My parents left then, so I was left with my sister.

The whole 'being-poor' thing really hit us big when we wanted to get this mummy doll trinket thing. It costed Rm2.50 each, and we both wanted one, so we kind of took out the money we had, counted them, took aside money we needed for transport home, took aside emergency money, and figured that... we could only afford one.
Oh, how bitter being penny-less.

So we left school at about 3.30, and at the end of the day, I had Rm3.00 left in my pocket.
'Twas just after it was too late to go back to school that I realized, I could've gotten another mummy-doll trinket.

But the most wonderful thing was, it was July 1st, which means a new month, which in turn means gettin' ALLOWANCE, baby!

* * * * *

You know why my sister had no money with her on saturday?

Because she just spent a cool Rm89.90 on My Chemical Romance's DVD. 'Life on the murder scene' or something.

She's so crazy over them, she made my brother buy MCR's first album in the US and air mail it over to us, all because Malaysian music stores does not stock up on that album.

I don't see what's so special about that DVD, I mean, even the lead singer didn't seem to take it very seriously. They were shooting their video diary, and the guy was talking to the camera while lighting a cigerette / rubbing his eyes non-stop / taking large swigs of F&N right from the bottle / sratching his out-of-bed hair / extremely slouched on the couch.
If people were shooting me, and it would be on DVD, where it'd be watched over and over, I'd at least make sure I looked presentable.

Well, at least, she no longer listens to Hilary Duff. Eurgh.

* * * * *

My dad drove us to the Curve for dinner last night, because we wanted to try out that Japanese restaurant, but while waiting in line, we suddenly realized we have had enough sushi while in school.

So we went to this italian-ish cafe.

And I had the most amazing smoked salmon cream pasta. I forgot my manners, 'cause it was good, and went ahead and licked the leftover cream and small salmon flakes. Lovely!

What is the most delicious fish if it isn't salmon?