Hairball, Megamall and Not Oil

Location: Using your bathroom for just a minute...
Mood-of-the-day: Do you MIND?

After dumping laundry into the washing machine like I always did, I started my second no-school day of the week by spinning Dusty as he laid on his side n the marble floor. Really cheap amusement, but the other alternative was to eat whatever’s left of breakfast and I was watching my weight better than watching the lil’ furball go round and round.

I spun him until my arm ached but the cat looked a lot worse. It was funny to see him tripped over his own 4 feet so many times. My mom, who treated the cats as if they’re her youngest kids, shooed me out of the kitchen with a broom for nearly causing ‘great distress to Dusty.’ Sheesh, lighten up mom. Dusty was well alright in a couple of minutes, though he may have given himself a few bumps on the head as he tried to walk through the walls.

Today is the day I get to go online without a firewall! Well, at least without the firewall imposed by my school (damn them for blocking out some of the best RPG games online). I’ve mentioned before that we got ourselves one of these new Telekom wireless phones for those who lacked a fixed line (which would be their fault!). But what follows was a string of confusion, double-digit price tags and still no Net.

Finally during the Megamall trip (see KTM to Mid Valley entry) there was a guy named Joseph from IT World who claimed he had customers with this problem all the time. We got ourselves a new 9-pin to USB cable so there’s no need for a converter. But problem still arose when we realized our Compaq’s didn’t have the right modem driver and so our surf ride to Information Superhighway led to a dead end even before we turn the ignition.

We called the guy again and he told us that the correct driver to access into the Internet, we can download the free Windows patch... from the Internet. That’s like asking a blind guy if he can see the painting. The dude corrected himself and gave us a doctor’s appointment on Saturday afternoon (September 11). Hope this time it works!

Speaking of things that works, the Proton’s problem was found and fixed (see Who jinxed me? entry). The mechanic found the petrol tank, brake oil, gear oil and power steering all intact. It turned out that it wasn’t an oil line that got burst, just gas from the air-con’s cooler. It’s not flammable thank goodness, just looks oily. And we just got the Proton’s air-con fixed (I’m demanding a refund!).

So we both drove back home, me tailing my dad because I dunno this part of Subang Jaya. He drove like a grandfather (even my grandfather drives his Kancil better than that) but I rather not out drive him before he had a chance to test the Proton out himself (dad’s a retired Benz/Mazda salesman so he knows what makes a car, a car). IMHO, I think everything’s just right. Of course I’ll say that because I’ll need it to get to school tomorrow :P.

Signed: *Ophie, who found and fixed her Blogspot problem

Who jinxed me?

Location: Somewhere that doesn't spout steam or smoke or stink
Mood-of-the-day: Fear Experience

Wednesday started off badly enough. I went to school with insomnia in my eyes and maybe even cat-stuff still in between my toes (despite rigorous washing) only to find that my ridiculously early class been cancelled because the premature PhD lecturer decided to sleep in. But was just the beginning.

I posted my entries in Xfresh blog easy enough, but the ones on Blogspot can't be published because the connection kept timed out. I can't even edit the template. Busy line or firewall? Either way, if the irritation's intention was to make me shake the monitor really badly, it almost succeeded. What stopped me were the 200+ potential witnesses if my school were to charge me of damaging private property.

The last straw was when a group of noisy guys with no shame of flatulence or excessive body odour (they stinks, they really, REALLY stinks!) took over the left side of the workstation, and me in the middle of it. Since the IE browser in my pc had suddenly turned useless by hiding the address bar, I thought of a good trip to a place only few second-years ever thought about, the school's library. Bad mistake.

There's only 5 pcs in the tiny lab. The peace and quiet was too good. It was late afternoon and I had sought refuge about an hour before closing time. The Kakak didn't even check to see if the lab had people or person (me!). Just turned off the main ceiling lights and I was engulfed in darkness. When I got to the glass double doors, it was L-O-C-K-E-D. Luckily, her hearing was better than her eyesight, but I think she opened the doors because she thought I might knock the doors down (alone in the dark, I was dead scared).

I was sooo glad that there wasn't any school for the next day (felt like I could sleep till Doomsday). I was eager to get home and watch Fairy Godparents (for obvious reasons). But the jinx wouldn't leave me just yet. At this traffic lights section between Tropicana and Kt. D'sara PLUS toll, something blew out. It sounded like when you blow up a balloon and let it go to fly aimlessly, a hissing noise. There was steam or white smoke or whatever you call it coming out from under the Proton's hood, like a trapped cloud.

The car didn't die immediately (thank goodness!) so I managed to park right on the side of the road. Then a nice old couple in a Benz came to for assistance. The Pakcik opened the hood and thought that an oil line might have overheated and burst. There was definitely oil. I could have caught on fire. The couple, which stayed just close to my habitat area, stayed with me as I waited for my dad to arrive in his Benz.

I was thinking that if this was such a bad day, it seemed to be wearing off. I don't believe in jinx really, just collateral damage. But then across the street from where I was sitting on dry turf, a trio of uniformed policemen were hauling up a cool-looking motorbike in a police van as a young lad in T-shirt stared in disbelief nearby. If there really was such thing as a jinxed day, looks like his night was just starting.

Signed: *Ophie, who missed the day's Fairy Godparents show

Sex: Virgin's POV

Location: A deep, dark, private place...
Mood-of-the-day: Mysteriously mischievous

-->"... and he breathed into her ear, whispering his secret intentions. She gasped; her eyes grew wide with shock. But still she did not try to struggle from his tight embrace. She could feel ever part of him against every part of her and still she wondered if there could be more. That was went it struck her, a sudden sharp pain somewhere near her loins. She wanted to scream, her lips parted. He covered her mouth with his, and the pain vanished. Then a hot flood engulfed her insides, in a way that could be described as a touch of heaven...<--

I dunno whatchamacallit, really. Mating, making love, sleep together, birds n' bees, or the most common - sex. Well, if you're looking for a how-to guide on sex, you're drooling over the wrong website, bud (and wipe your mouth, you dog!). The best advice I could give you is the one from an old but user-friendly discussion:

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Place plug A to socket B. Prior to connecting, please warm up for a while as sudden shock is expected if proceed too quickly, especially if socket had never been tested. Practice with other areas of interests and be encouraged to explore. For best results, warm-up slowly. If no charge can be passed, cleanse and repeat when appropriate. After charge has passed, continue more slowly and conserve energy. Repeat if desired.

Warning: Please make sure that plug has adequte protection to avoid accidents. If accident does occour, please refer to Chibi's article (link is missing). If accident is intentional, then congratulations!

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Hah! Written like a virgin. This one's been quite a discussion back at the Xfresh Forums. And a started a whole round of plug and socket insertion styles, safety and techniques.

The question is: how do you know when to do 'it'. And with whom? Maybe they teach that in sex education classes, I dunno. Am I supposed to wait for a tall dark handsome stranger who will come to take me away to a magical place where only two lovers can share? Or are we entering a more modern era, where men are like clothes and women have to try them on for size before they find the right one to look and feel good in (Oh joy to the women who shops in the Love Mall).

Common sense (and my mother) told me to wait for the One Man. The way I see it, sex is like the signature on the contract of ever lasting relationship. You do it and commit to it, not committing to doing it. Such acts make us more careful about the ones we're choosing for as a significant other. Many are still under the assumption that nothing's as good as the first time. Or that nothing's special gonna come around cos 'we've done this before'. Maybe they're right.

And what about foreplay? Aye, there's the rub. Betcha that they didn't teach that in sex edu. Both sides of the human species liked to be stimulated through touch. The trick was balance it between the half that rockets like fireworks and the half's like a diesel engine that runs a long, long time. S'matter of fact, I thought all the foreplay in the romance novels was the actual sex, until I found one that was less metaphorical and more literal :D. Plug n' Play. And that book's back at Novel House btw (I was 14).

When I was 7, I thought all singlehoods ends at age 20. Well, I'm going to be 20 in 9 days and still no tall, dark, handsome man in sight. Mainly because once I shone the light on them, they all looked prematurely or misleadingly jaded. Still, it's not like I can't be encouraged to study how evolution make us did it. For all I know, two primitive cells might have walked into a bar and both got drunk together. The next morning, they've invented orgasm and a baby.

Signed: *Ophie, and the 'Foreplay highlighted' entry

Value of Me

This is no bad dream of mine,

For I can’t wake up,

This is real life,

With too many strife,

It pierces into the walls I’ve built,

Like a knife

But it’s been too long,

Becoming too rife.

For years I endure an endless sequence,

And tolerate in tension and silence,

Until the time I lost my human touch,

The flood of emotions is just too much,

I fall into a place where no one will miss,

In the cold embrace of my black abyss.

Why have I failed myself?

Why did I stay like this?

A self-labelled subject,

Of society’s reject,

Unfeeling void should be better than angst,

Correct?

Can’t I just blame it

In retrospect?

Yet in this muck of self-pity and sorrow,

I yearn for true warmth from any window,

But how can I be sure what is real?

Too long since I had anything to feel,

Burned are all fond and hated memories,

But their ashes did not give me release.

If only I can wake up,

To look in the mirror,

With no worry,

And simply happy,

And doing so for the rest of my life,

Freely

Then there’s no price,

To the value of me.

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June 2004

Written from personal experience

Insomnia Report

Location: Under the bright, bright, white florescent light...
Mood-of-the-day: Where’s the air-con?!

Tuesday, 7th September 2004.
Begin transmission:

2130 hours: Sitting down at Windows 98, writing an entry. Calls from the male parent from ground floor signify the return of parents and youngest sibling.

2200 hours: Return of parents and youngest sibling with fast food take-outs. Food contains little nutrition value and overload of carbohydrates. Trademarked company: MacDonald’s

2330 hours: Hitting the sack. Constant, irregular noises heard from outside vicinity. Password: Meows. Species: Cat(s). Access granted.

2345 hours: Two feline entities take position on opposite sides of the room, each focused on personal hygiene. Lights off.

0000 hours: Strange impulses from internal body. Feeling: uncomfortable. Advanced cooling system turned off.

0015 hours: Stupor interrupted by two different low growls. Interruption ignored.

0020 hours: Growls persisted and grew in volume. Got up and took one source of irritation on bed to be scratched. Growls reduced and ceased.

0045 hours: Stomach upset persisted. Drank H2O from supply. Junior feline on bed fell asleep.

0130 hours: Still no entry to subconscious. Cerebral centre in minimum activity. Internal discomfort to be blamed.

0200 hours: Soft trailing pressure on bed, followed by sudden sharp stings on heel. Foot under attack!

0205 hours: Pushed junior feline off the bed. Wiped dust and sand grains off bed.

0300 hours: Eyes felt tired. Drank a bit more H2O.

0330 hours: Low growling returned. Covered head with pillows. Advanced cooling system turned on.

0400 hours: Growling reduced. Stomach upset continued. Took a bathroom break.

0445 hours: Mood not content. Constant yawning. Good news: both feline ceased making noise.

0510 hours: Low stupor. Internal discomfort seemed to have reduced. Breathing softly.

0530 hours: Subconscious achieved.

0600 hours: Sudden awakening by loud meowing and high-pitched screeches. Both feline are exercising their fighting skills for territorial rights.

0605 hours: Kicked them both out. Password changed to female parent’s voice only. Returned to bed.

0615 hours: Voice of female parent. Password confirmed. All systems activated despite lack of proper maintenance.

End transmission:
Conclusion: 30 minutes of sleep. If day consists of belt tightening and zipped purses, never go to bed with a full stomach. And wash the cat-mat. ASAP

Signed: *Ophie, taking a 5-minute nap after this.

Here types a Student, a Young Adult and a Blogger Freak...

Location: Super-crowded unitar workstation, pc-next-to-the-men's-bathroom
Mood-of-the-day: Was there an All-You-Can-Eat-Bean-Buffet-For-Unitar-Guys last night? Ewwww!!

I woke up Monday morning feeling like, well, Monday! Okay, bad pun. Gravity must be pushing hard on my head even as I write this. It took me 5 whole minutes to find my glasses; damn I need an extra new pair.

What glasses you asked? Well, for those of you who have met me at the Xfresh gatherings and saw my Redang pic, I always wear my contacts in public (see my inverted pic above). Except at school, it's a drag to put these tiny fragile lenses on every morning.

I always get delusional when half of my head is still in dreamland, so my mom popped up while I was dumping laundry into the washing machine.
"Eh, are you talking to yourself again?" she asked.
I didn't realized I was saying oh my head, my back, my throat, my etc aloud.

If this were the middle of the day, it would have really been embarrassing, even with my mom. But true to my dizzy-mornings, I did an idiotic dance jig along as I sang (no pics included, sorry).
"Mabuk pagi-lah, mak..." I sang.
My mom just shrugged it off and replied before she left.
"Mabuk pagi is for pregnant ladies-le."
Mak!! I'm soo not. My BM just isn't as good as my English at 7.25am, but I'll work on it!

My school's having an Online Tutorial day (OLT). Unfortunately, My Telecommunications lecturer is a new guy in this OLT thingy. Plus, having one on the second week of school (a Monday class moreover) equals only 7 students attending in a 22-students class. I login, I saw, I was alone, like in an Xfresh chatroom (hehe~).

The lecturer suspected that some might have thought it was a face2face class so he asked if I could hop in there and see. Do I look like a messenger? Apparently, the teach'r wasn't equipped with a Net cam and pretty much students just barely outranked messengers anyway. Yup, found a full house and herded them to the workstation. Take note that I'm not getting any extra credit for this.

I came home pretty late (blame the LDP!) but it looked as if there's more work to be done. True to his words, my dad did go back to Mid Valley Megamall for that 9-pin-to-USB cable. We've been having so much trouble with this little baby. You see we got this Telekom wireless phone but turned out that we don't have the proper cable. When now he finally got the cable, the Windows went, like, 'Hardware cannot be identified.'

What the heck?! After all that, and we still can't go on to the Internet. And that was the first issue my dad placed on me the moment I stepped into the house. Why ask me? I'm in IT, not Computer Science. Ask my sis! She's the graduate one! Unfortunately, my sis wasn't around to be bothered by her blood-related family members (she's with another family to take care of) and my mom's PC skills are like the Binary Code next to MS C++ 6.0.

Sigh. The problem's really simple though, the solution's that's a bummer. We need Telekom's help...

Signed: *Ophie, a pregnant act, a messenger, and a mistaken-for-a-technician all in one day...

The Chaos Circles #9

Enatuh’s hall, or simply known as the Hall, was the main reason, if not just one of the reasons, why the village became the capital of the Green Cliffs valley. The sparsely populated community area was not small, indeed one of the largest in the kingdom. But the great interlocking of two mountain ranges surrounding the valley made it a difficult terrain to travel in or out to the north, Asuqaro, or south, Uvounuq.

Lya stopped to catch her breath for a moment as she stood at one of the smaller back doors of the Hall. She had run all the way from her house, her body was sweating despite the cool night’s breeze. But before she could knock quietly, the small door opened with a bang.
“Quick, quickly child! I wish not to miss anything and neither should you!” cried Channeler Harrietta. With a jingle of her bracelets on her thick wrist, she pulled Lya roughly up the staircase and closed the door noisily.

A number of hushed shhh! followed. Lya’s eyes tried to see clearly in the almost complete darkness but her feet tripped over someone and she fell to the wooden floor. Another round of shhh..., a little louder.
“Oh, quiet yourself!” said the Channeler in a hoarse whisper.
Still holding a tight grip on her Lya’s wrist, she pulled her up to the front, following more wooden steps, each narrower and more twisted than the other.

Only men were permitted to sit on the stair benches fitted against the left and right walls. Important guests, regardless of gender and when there are any, were seated at the main red mahogany tables that made a ‘C’ on the stone floor. The open-end arrangement of the tables faced the main antechamber and entrance. The women and children stood crowded listening from the antechamber, or if they were lucky, watch the proceedings from the encircling balcony just under the Hall’s roof.

As Channeler Harrietta led her to the balcony, muttering excuses as she goes, Lya could see Jaque and his father sitting somewhere at a corner close to the entrance, just under the light of a rusty iron-wrought candles’ stand. Terrence was rubbing his chin, his face looked solemn. Jaque looked more nervous than she had ever seen him before. He kept turning his head at every noise but most of the time, he looked at those sitting at the main tables.

“There you go girl, just stand here with Faerilla and watch. Look, Gemianna, Lyndie and Virdie are already here.”
Channeler Harrietta pointed to the high back of the only chair in the balcony area. And with a flash, she disappeared, rather quickly for a woman her size. Lya looked nervously over the railing as she made her way to her mother. On her left were a young pregnant woman and a pair of Willingdottir twins. Virdie’s face lit up at the sight of her best friend and gestured excitedly with her hands to bid Lya closer without making a sound.

Lya pushed her way gently between the curious and anxious women to join them. She touched lightly to her mother’s shoulder to show her presence. Faerilla merely nodded and returned to her attention to the meeting below.
“What’s going on?” whispered Lya.
“Nothing much. Your pa had just introduced the Heads to the Mages and they’ve answered back. See, they’re passing the welcome wine now,” said Virdie quickly, as if saying anymore might distract her of something. The men sitting on the benches were not offered the wine.

Virdie Willingdottir was hardly identical to her twin sister. She was fairer than most people with a thick bushy head of gold, like her father. Lyndie looked more like Gemianna’s sister than simply first cousin. Both were shorter and their red hair was straight. Gemianna had a rounder face, which was full of freckles, a trait only Leighamdottir possessed. Having a round belly, either with or without a child also seemed to be a Leighamdottir trait, Lya quietly mused.

She looked over the railing again and this time, she studied the faces of those sitting at the table. Her father was at the main chair, looking as relaxed as a merchant guard in attention. On his right were not two or three but all seven Heads of Green Cliffs; Jeram, Leigham, Walkers, Caygarl, Asana, Frett, and of course, Jaymes. How did the Caygarls and the Fretts managed to arrive so quickly from their distant communities was as baffling to Lya as why the Mages requested the meeting.

On Handred Samuelson’s left, there were four Mages sitting not close but on the far edge of the tables. Anyone could tell they were the ones because of the silvery peacock green coats they wore and the two young boys standing behind. The boys were servants perhaps, or apprentices, or both. They stood in discipline, but their shivering was obvious and their faces flushed red. Apparently, only the Mages were warned of the cold mountain air in Enatuh’s nights.

Like the rest of them, Handred drank deeply into his apple wine; his eyes never wavered from a light-haired Mage closest to him. He looked to be at the height of his manhood, his short beard neat and his brows thick.
“He’s the leader. His name is Chris Anasteq. Or at least, that’s what he said,” said Virdie.
She pointed to each of the Mages and explained their identity to Lya.
“The old man next to him looks as old as your pa, but more vigorous, if you excuse my meaning. Mage Chris said the old man’s his senior but not his superior or his father, how strange.”

The next Mage had a darker skin than any of them; his eyes were an unusual bright blue, and often shivered but with less consistency than the boys behind him. He drank the wine with less consistency too.
“And that one’s Karina, Chris’s wife. Imagine, a mage for a wife! But Chris addressed her as a ‘Sage’, maybe cause she’s a lady. I’m not sure about these things.”
Lya listened in earnest, her eyes focused closely at Karina. Her curly hair was short, like her husband’s, but her face was shapely.

“The last one’s looked most strange to me. Gerald Usuquinota. What a name. Perhaps his clan was barbarians. But he looked more like a knight, don’t you think?” asked Virdie.
Lya could barely register what Virdie said before her father suddenly stood up with his hands held out for attention. The scattered talks, whispers and other noises disappeared almost in an instant. Handred stood for a moment, before he spoke.
“Blood and brethren, I see and accept you! Clans and clansmen, I speak and listen to you! Let no dishonour be done and may no evil harm us. For at this moment and at this hour, we welcome four Outsiders for as long as they come in good graces. What would they say?”

Handred gestured a hand to the light-haired Mage, Chris Anasteq. The man, who had never left his eyes between her father and the Heads, stood up like a solider. He looked more robust standing than sitting. The man gestured a fist to his heart before he bowed his head low in respect. Then the man spoke, his voice was as deep and haunting as the echoes of a stone dropped into a deep well.

“I say this, Father Villager, to you and your blood and your people. I bring no stain; neither do my company, until proven guilty. I bring no danger; neither do my company, until proven guilty. Here are my hands, no whiter than yours. Accept me is to accept us all. What do you say?”
Lya saw that most of the men we impressed. Jaque had stopped looking around and was rubbing the side of his neck.

Apparently, Mage Chris was no stranger to the ethnic customs of Green Cliffs. Although the faces of the clan leaders were blank, once or twice their heads nodded in approval. Handred did not even blink, but his answer said his sanction.
“I answer you, Outsider, that I shall let you speak. Let all who are here become witnesses to your words and actions. You may speak now.”
The Heads stood up a bit straighter.

Mage Chris paused for a moment. Lya could not tell if he looked tired or troubled, or maybe even both. But there was no evident weakness in his eyes.
“Citizens of Green Cliffs. I wish to apologize for the lateness of this hour I’ve called for you to hear. But any moment in luxury here is a moment in peril elsewhere. For you see, good men and women, the whole of Asuqaro is threatened by outside forces once again. We are at war.”

To be continued...

Quotes. 5 of each...

Location: Yes, I have one. And I'm in that spot right now
Mood-of-the-day: Stoned

Quotes from my Dad:
1. "If I were a rich man..."
2. "You're beginning to behave like your mother."
3. "Kereta ada minyak?"
4. "What's a father used for?"
5. "I did it My~ Wa-aaay...!"

Quotes from my Mom:
1. "Can somebody call my hand phone please?"
2. "My money! My money!"
3. "Kan mak suruh buat apa tadi?"
4. "Yang tu. Eh apa tu, apa tu, la... Tau-lah apa benda tu!"
5. "Bushuk mak, bushuk mak!" (to the cats)

Quotes from my Bro:
1. "Eh Liza, can borrow money?"
2. "See, abang terre' punya..."
3. "Kena jaga nafsu."
4. "Where's mak and ayah?"
5. "Oh I see, okay..."

Quotes from my Lil' Bro:
1. "You have to teach me."
2. "Tak payah-lah."
3. "Hey Liza, have you read this?"
4. "Where's the newspaper?"
5. "I dunno."

Quotes from my Sis:
1. "Tak pe ke-eee..."
2. "I have money, don't worry-le."
3. "I'm going o-uuu-tt!"
4. "Kat KL lagi murah."
5. "You want to see new DVD/VCD/book/tudung/etc?"

And quotes from my new Bro-in-law:
1. "Okay."
2. "Okay."
3. "Okay."
4. "Okay."
5. "I'll go ask her."

Signed: *Ophie, no quotes nor comments needed :P

KTM to Mid Valley

Location: A genie in a bottle, capable of doing anything.
Mood-of-the-day: Terms and conditions apply.

This was supposed to be one of those lazy Sundays where I can spend the entire daylight hours without ever stepping out of this bedroom. Unfortunately, the post of night-creeping mysterious creature that raids the refrigerator at the stroke of midnight had already been taken by my bro. So instead, I'll be the day-creeping creature that raids the refrigerator AND the cupboard at the height of noon (unless, of course, somebody brought pizza).

As each family member reads quietly of his or her own piece of the New Strait Times or the Star, my dad commented that we've never tried the new KTM Mid Valley (apparently, he was reading about it). I thought, why bother using it if we're not going anywhere for real. In the past, dad's idea of a train trip means once we get there, we get right back on the train. There, now we all can say that we've 'tried' the Mid Valley KTM.

This practise was suspected and sis voted Nay (she probably got other, more exciting plans). My mom was too busy with the story of a Harry Potter character being based on the author's ex-husband that she had become the neutral one. I agreed only if there are more than two people going. And so from inside the window of the storeroom adjoining the kitchen, a voice that was just simply passing through cried 'Aye!'

Four adult tickets and a train full of armpit-smelling people later, a man, his wife, his youngest son and the person who's writing this entry right now as she questions her biological links, hopped off to a brand new station next to the Megamall. The last person who's been here was I (see My Experience @ Mid Valley entry) so I was expected to lead the way to the Food Junction for lunch.

One of the plans of being here was to get lil' bro a new pair of walking shoes from Bata. It's a difficult feat by itself because he has no idea how to decide his own shoes. He dislikes anything too fancy, too simple, too grey, too red, too expensive, too thick, too fat, too heavy, too pretty, too white, too whatever. He didn't even try any on. On the other hand, it was never really planned but I got me a pair of new Powers! :D

Since dad had started reading fiction again, a trip to MPH was a must-must. Finally got me book one of the Farseer's trilogy while da man himself got Dan Brown's Angels and Demons. A mystery-loving guy, now I know what to get for his birthday in December. Not that I actually planned to save money, oh all right! Pretty much it's been written and so shall it be done :P.

We went back exactly the same way we got there, except this one was emptier and got better seats. Now at home, I hadn't really done much reading since I'm right here at this PC working on this entry (but I will soon!). Mom served the biryani rice and fried chicken into our regular bowls and looked as if she cooked them, instead of the Raya Arif Hindus. Cheater... :P

Signed: *Ophie, wants to go to a thousand years of sleep

Saturday Night Musings!

Location: Gimme a minute, let me check. Yup, still in the mirror.
Mood-of-the-day: Grounded

Musings-Day! Well, actually there's no real one set time for me to number all my musings. Oh damn, that one was supposed to be in the list. Now I'm losing nonsensical sentences one by one. And again! Pretty much, every time I write in this paragraph, I'm losing that sentence's potential to be included in this Saturday, 4th of September, 2004. Oh, look! I've reached the five-line paragraph minimum in MS Word. I doubt you understand a thing what I'm rambling so let's get started.

1. Wait, DO you understand what I've just blab about?
2. Me neither. Move along, nothing to read here.
3. There's a chicken orgy on the other side of my garden wall.
4. Actually, chicken porn around here is too common *bleh*
5. It's rai-ning, it's rai-ning and I'm using the P-C..."
6. This is the third makeshift kite that got stuck on my roof today.
7. Proton car's lights are fixed!
8. But brake's still busted.
9. So before accidental pedestrians got crashed, they see bright white light.
10. I'll be careful, I promise...

11. There's nothing good on TV!
12. There's nothing good on Astro either!
13. I'm feeling so drained right now.
14. Shouldn't have started writing this at nights.
15. My clock can only move backwards.
16. I got Dan Brown's Angels and Demons!!
17. My Mimitchi is so fat.
18. I can see the lights of Genting Highlands from my window.
19. I dunno why there's twelve empty mineral water bottles in my room.
20. Ophie = 19 years, 11 months, 17 days, 20 hours, 19 minutes and 2 seconds.

21. 'Ding dong bell,' nursery rhyme stuck in my head. No idea how it got there.
22. I still got the Xfresh paper bag.
23. I just never used it :P.
25. If shrunken heads were to talk, what would they say?
25. I haven't written a poem for so long.
26. I want to eat pizza...
27. Since Arnold Susah-nak-eja, much of cartoonic tough guys stereotype comes with a Germanic accent.
28. A slight drizzling now, but can't really see because of the dark...
29. A sign! It's the face of Mona Lisa on my window.
30. Sorry, I'm being sleepy again.

Signed: *Ophie, one number in this list is repeated, didja noticed?

Blogspot Extension!

Location: The pc that keeps getting an Access Denied from workstation's firewall
Mood-of-the-day: Like a new mommy

Guess what? No, I'm not, and had never been pregnant. But I've sure been through one hell of a labour and I've yet to see if it's actually worth it. The answer is that Xfresh's Suvon Reality had just gone through a mitosis phase (go back to your biology textbooks if you don't know what mitosis means). What comes out kicking and screaming is a brand new lil' clone of Suvon Reality called... er, um, Suvon Reality!

Okay, I'll get more specific. I had been concerned that my current blog isn't publicly widespread enough, in other words, I want more outsiders' visits and comments. So I opened up a duplicate of this 'ere lil' bloggy into a spot in, well, Blogspot! Yup, posted all 62 previous posts right down to the Signeds.

Even the sidebar topics and pictures are totally alike. However, it did have it's own counter and tag-board. Now more people can busy body about how I live. Oh, and to the two ppl who voted in the new poll yesterday, could you please vote again? I've accidentally reset the poll due to a bad blog bug.

I gave it the same name because, pretty much, it's the same person who's writing. Different blog names means different stories and I was never able to led double or triple lives (having a hard time to actually get one life going!). Took me the whole morning and afternoon to get it all done (mid-noon didn't count because workstation's closed for Friday prayers). So let's just say, I have only one blog, but with two ways to read it from (Xfresh/Blogspot).

I'm going to turn my title box into a title bar, make it simpler and easier to look at. However, the entire advance editing of the template would have to wait till Monday. I'm feeling so sleepy! After I drove home from school, there was a patient lil' bro ready to be sent to his tuition class. Since I'm already at the front gate, might as well chauffer for the dude. The Proton's brake is being funny again. And now so is one of the front lights. I turned the knob and the car looked like it has an eye patch.

I told my dad about the new Reality at Blogspot (I brag to my family about my blog almost every day now :P). He was still unimpressed though, but he did wonder what the heck do I write about that's worth reading. Well, I told him I wrote just about anything and everything that's been going on, like we're having McDonald's for dinner, or sweet potatoes vs. mashed potatoes, or the tiny frog I almost stepped on as I walked aimlessly in a sleepy-drunken haze (I get drunk when I'm sleepy, really).

On a different story, my Tonmarutchi had just evolved into a Mimitchi, the highest evolution score in the science of alien A.I. in a Box. He doesn't cry out for meaningless attention anymore, just being a nicely well-mannered lil' white bunny alien (wow, he beat me to maturity). Since I got to school for the whole days, I set my pc clock to the opposite of real time so that his Day is my Night.

Signed: *Ophie, Real clock = 11:10PM, PC clock = 12:34PM.