Look, I'm flying!

Ohoh i have to tell you this.. My friend Joyous forgot (or just didn't know, haha) how to spell ostrich.

She was chatting with her sis, Joanna, and she asked me how to spell ostrich

Joy: Alessandrosans, how do you spell ostrich? Is it O-S-T-R-I-G-E?
Me: Hahahahahahahaha no it's O-S-T-R-I-C-H, Joyous!
Joy: What, really?? But everyone pronounces it as 'ostrige' so i figured that's how you spell it!.

Hahaha. (By the way Joyousness, this post is in pink font cos i know you like pink)
:)

After i turn 17, which is soon, i'll be able to get a license to drive!
Why do we say driving license, and not license to drive?

I mean, James Bond had a License to Kill.
That dude on that Asian cooking channel has got a License to Grill.
So we should have a License to Drive.

:)

Josh: I don't like having to repeat myself.
Mama: Huh?
Josh: I don't like having to repeat myself

Haha!

Dang it. A mosquito bit the tip of my nose!
Now it's itchy :(

I have a yellow mouse. It's body lights up when i stick it's tail into my laptop. Haha

Josh: Can you believe that guy? It's 34 degrees and he's wearing a sweater!
Me: Well, he's got no fat on his body
Zac: But I don't even wear a jacket when it's 40 degrees!
Zac: Ok, i just realized 40 is more than 34.

An example of our family's typical dinner conversation.

Soyabean1: I wanna be milk!
Soyabean2: I'm gonna be a chicken sandwich!

I used to think that if i raised my shower handle really, really, really, really high, the water would stop falling at a point above ground. I stopped thinking that.

Hello

Ohoh lemme tell you bout these dreams i used to have.

In my dreams, if we needed to go somewhere, and my parents weren't around to drive me and my brothers (who i dunno why but were ALWAYS in the car too!), it was always my brother (Josh) OR my grandmother (Mum) who'd drive us around. And it's always the 9 year old Josh (15 now) driving.

Since 9 year old Josh was too short to look over the steering wheel, he had to sit on a cushion and drive really slowly. In real life, my grandmother doesn't have a driving license, so in my dreams, she had to drive slowly too haha!

Dreams are strange. Most are highly entertaining.

Helloo

Last week, I took a one-night job at Ikea. They needed people for the stock take and data entry, and paid 8 bucks an hour. From 9PM to 7AM. I was broke so i happily signed up for the job. (Actually, i didn't sign up directly, my Aunty did it for me haha).

Anyway, i had a good time. I didn't have to use MS-Excel, thank God. Instead, i got to count lights in the Lights Dept. Woo! Had to write down each item's article number, racking no, description, and quantity. Counted over 60 different types of lights.

I managed to stay awake the whole time. When i came home i slept at 9AM.. till 5PM. Yeah, i managed to do a good bit of catching up!

I never like passing through sensors. Well, they're not actually called sensors. You know, the tall devices on both sides of an entrance/exit that detect metal items (in airports) or items with tags still on them (in malls). I don't really know what they are called. Maybe beepers or detecting devices. Anyway

I always think the 'sensors' will beep whenever I pass through them. I just have this subconscious thought that the sensors just don't like me and want to get me into trouble, even though i know very well I'm not carrying unbought (yes, that is not even a word) items from a shop (or hiding nunchucks and spikes in my pockets when I'm in an airport).

I just don't like passing through them.

Pineapple

Oops the second picture didn't appear. They came from this family:

Can't be bothered to tell you about my new pet dinosaurs. But i will show you what they look like:


And they came from this family:







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I have got two pet dinosaurs. I will tell you about them tomorrow.

Ohoh their heads bob up and down!
And left and right too!

I'm reading this AWESOME book right now. It's called The Curious Incident Of The Dog In The Night-Time. It's hilarious! The author writes in such a way that the main character, a 15-year old Special Needs kid (he has Asperger's Syndrome), writes in first person, so the way he writes is basically how a special needs child would view life and whatnot. It's refreshing, funny, random, insightful (everything i like in a book!). It's a fantastic book seriously, so GO OUT, GET A COPY, AND READ IT.














An example of how random it is- The character doesn't like composite numbers, so he labels the chapters in prime numbers!

And reading this book has led me to a startling discovery...

Me: ... So this character labels the chapters in prime numbers! Oh and my saxophone teacher knows i don't practice at home haha.
Father: How many times do you practice a week?
Me: Once or twice.
Father: Since you're on holiday now, start with 5 this week, then go on to 7, then 13. Ha! I know my prime numbers!
Me: You missed 11
(Everyone who hears starts laughing)

Later...

Me: I found out Papa doesn't know his prime numbers hahaha
Uncle1: What's a prime number?
Me (to another Uncle): Uncle, what are the first few prime numbers?
Uncle2: HUH. I only know even and odd numbers la

...That either these three men and those in their generation never learned their prime and composite numbers, or these three just never studied haha.

I'm very thirsty now. But i'm upstairs and the drinks are downstairs and i'm too lazy to go downstairs, have a drink and come back upstairs. Crisis!

I just finished my exams yesterday, so today is the start of a much needed two week break. As always, I tend to laze around on the first day. Woke up at 1.22 today. Whenever i start a day off late, i feel very lethargic and lazy but also hyper :S

So today i thought i'd spend some valuable time taking weird facebook tests to entertain myself.

Here's some tests I took and their corresponding results:

1. Which Transformer are You?

Answer: Jetfire! Actually, that was the answer i got after retaking the test. The first i got was Megatron (!), which i felt TOTALLY wasn't me haha. But Jetfire?? Luke says it's pretty accurate as he's clumsy and forgetful and strange. Gah. Oh well. I can accept that. Except the old part though :)

2. What's Your Geek Level?

Answer: 4/10- Daydreamer. Yeah, i would say that. Luke got 8/10 BAHA

3. What's your Hippie Name?

Answer: Revolutionary Breeze. "Its all about your own little world inside your head and a vivid imagination." Oooo I like :) I like the word 'revolutionary' and i also like the word 'breeze'. I like cool breezes; they make me feel happy.

4. What's your Native American Name?

Answer: Moon Willow. Oooo I like that too

5. What random object are you?

Answer: An ink pen. Yeah i guess that's random. I was hoping for pineapple though

I am in an environmental mood now so i am typing in green font.

I want to tell you what happened to me on Friday night. First of all, my family and i recently moved to some place in PJ. Where it is MOSQUITO INFESTED. Seriously, I was covered in mozzie bites from my forehead to the bottom of my feet on the first day itself! As a result, I've been wearing long pants with socks (mismatched) every single night.

Then one fine day, Grandpa brought us the ultimate weapon- a badminton racket-looking mosquito KILLER. It's got this electric fence where the strings of a badminton racket would be. It kills mosquitoes by cooking them and pumping 9 volts into their wretched bodies, making them EXPLODE! into a million pieces. This happens when you turn the power on of course.

So getting back to what i was actually trying to say, on Friday night I thought i'd go on a sort of a mosquito massacre. The casualties amounted to an impressive 2-digit total. Anyway, I used the racket for quite a while.

Then after a while, my hand suddenly felt charged. I am not kidding. My nerves and muscles felt clenched, and then i got this humungous bruise on my hand! It's the bit of flesh that's in between your thumb and your wrist (is there a name for it?). It looked like a swollen plum. I got a bit scared and refused to wash my hands in water for a while (just in case i get an electric shock haha).
I couldn't write, either. It felt like there was a slight force pulling my hand back, preventing me from taking IT notes haha.

My arm's okay now. I am never using that mosquito thing again, though. I'll get my brothers to do the killing instead.

You know sometimes when you look at a word for a really time it starts to look really strange and sounds funny when you mentally repeat it in your head? Try it and see.. I was looking at words like

• Challenge, and
• Great

And they started looking funny and i started to doubt, for a second, whether they were actual words that had meaning. There are other words that have this effect on me too but i can't recall any right now.

If God asked me if there was one thing that i would want destroyed, i would say, without a moment's hesistation,

MOSQUITOES

Wretched bloodsuckers

I composed a song! In a family of musically-inclined people (this does not include me. Right now I'm a musician in the making (: ), I of all people managed to write a song.

Okay, it consists of only 4 lines, but it's quite catchy.

Okay. 4 words. Still catchy though.

I'm not going to type it down because i know someone will see it and try pass it off as their own song (I know, GASP!).
I'm pretty proud of my song ( even though some of you may not even call it a song)

I'm gonna sing it OUT LOUD today to p!!s off my brothers
hahahaha (evil)

Whoa. 49 posts in April alone. That's more than one a day.
I must've been really jobless

I think I'm about to die of happiness.
I have 7 followers!
WooHoo!

I hope you don't mind putting up with extreme lameness and stupidity. Then again, if you minded you wouldn't be 'following' me. So thanks, you tolerant 7 :)

Over the past few weeks, I've been constantly thinking about my friends in STD 10 in that uber cool school of ours. Been thinking how we were a lot like a family, even with some of the teachers (I bet the first that comes to you guys' mind is Soumya Sir!)
I miss you guys, ALL you guys (though it was the girls who made up 90% of our class haha. Poor Varun, Viren, and JUN MIN). So, if any of you ( i.e, std 10 family ONLY) are reading this post right now, I miss you all, and if it's possible, SEND ME YOUR CONTACT DETAILS :)

I know most of you are in another country, but i wanna keep in touch with you people :)

And now I don't know how to end this post, so I will just say

PIneapple.

I hope you guys know who Gene Simmons (I think that's how you spell it) is. He's the FUNNIEST strange guy ever (not to mention he's the the tongue-flashing lead singer of KISS). He's got his own reality show, which airs on Channel V if I'm not mistaken. I've only seen a few episodes, but, from what i gather, he's pretty eccentric, he loves his family, despises people who smoke, and bribes people with WADS OF CASH when necessary.

There was one scene when Gene's daughter asked him for permission to go for a fashion shoot in Paris:

Gene's daughter: Dad, a photographer approached me today and asked if i could model some outfits for a fashion shoot. May I?
Gene: But you're only 14.
Gene's D: I know but... (bla bla bla)
Gene: Where is it?
Gene's D: In Paris
Gene: Ok, we'll all go to Paris then.
Gene's Son: Oh, I can't go to Paris, I need to go to London to meet a friend
Gene: Ok.

Just like that!


I watched another episode where Gene had to play in a father-daughter volleyball tournament with his daughter. He pretty much sucked and they were losing badly.

Gene (to the girl in the other team): Wanna earn 100 bucks?
Girl: Ummmm...
Gene: FALL DOWN

I couldn't get over it. Still can't, actually.

Finally.

I thought that the day I get a lava lamp would be the day potatoes come alive, grow legs, and march out of the house. I got a lava lamp, but thankfully the potatoes are still lifeless and leg-less (That would never happen anyway, since the legs they grow would be too thin and twiggy to support their round potato body).

So yes, I've got a lava lamp! Thanks to my Uncle, who kindly passed me his lava lamp. It's been inactive for donkey years so i need to dust it and plug it in. Me being allergic to dust gives me a good excuse to get someone else to dust the thing.

WooHoo!