My brother didn't like the previous post as he said the style of writing was too formal. I have to agree as I actually prefer run-on sentences cos it makes it seem like I'm really excited about what I'm talking about and that is usually the case anyway. Ok sometimes. It depends really.

Oh yes, he said my posts should be 'skippy'. Haha I like that word and I guess you could describe my blog as sort of 'skippy'. But not like bunny skippy. I don't like bunnies. Well, cartoon ones anyway. Ever since I watched 'Watership Down Under', this horrible movie about (if I recall correctly) demon rabbits with sinister red eyes, the sight of cartoon rabbits makes my stomach churn.

Yeah, so not bunny skippy. Happy skippy. Whatever that means. Oh yes happy skippy is when you feel so happy that you feel like skipping/dancing/breaking out into a happy song.

Oh wait. Bunnies don't skip. They hop. Hahaha oops!

I am dumbfounded as to why, but a tiny segment of the world (the majority of which are facebook users) is currently going through a turban phase. Yes, turban.

This can be loosely explained as a bizarre phenomenon in which a word in a movie/show/song is replaced by the word 'turban' thereby inducing uproarious laughter from the followers of this phenomenon, and/or exasperated groans from the non-followers. This phenomenon also includes turban jokes and statements.

I feel I must apologize to all the Sikhs out there, who must be taking a considerable amount of offense from these rather insensitive people.

Unfortunately, two of my brothers have succumbed to this turban phase, thus driving me up the wall. Every conversation we have will include one, if not more, turban 'jokes' and statements. Many of them were derived from facebook, while many more from the nonsensical section of my brothers' brains.

From facebook:
Zac&Luke: What the turban! (WTT, replacing WTF. I have to admit I prefer WTT)
: No more toilet paper! ...*Slowly unravels turban*
: All these turban jokes are making me sikh!

Not from facebook:
Zac&Luke: Turbanator 3: Rise of the turban

Luke: Turban WarsIV: A New Turban
Turban WarsV: The Turban Strikes Back
Turban WarsVI: Return of the Turban
Turban WarsI: The Phantom Turban
Turban WarsII: Attack of the Turban
Turban WarsIII: Revenge of the Turban

Luke: Hey guys! Turbanformers2: Revenge of the Turban
Me: Not funny, Luke

18.04.10

Arjun seems to have found the time to excuse himself from the battlefield for a quick postcard snapshot of himself!

ANT MASSACRE!

I occasionally embark on ant-killing sprees. I only do it when they cross the line (and into my fruit juice or my bowl of cereal). Then they have to pay. The methods of killing shall not be mentioned; I don't want to turn this post into a PG-13 one. Ha.

The thing is, if I see a solitary ant and I make up my mind not to kill it but somehow accidentally kill it (eg: drowning an ant while washing my hands in the sink), I feel very bad. I feel like a murderer in fact.
Ant genocides, no problem though.

My brother's friend Arjun, shares the same hobby of killing ants. Only his methods are astronomically worse.

This is Arjun on the moon.

Birds are truly fascinating creatures. I just love the way their heads bob up and down and side to side as they hopscotch around our garden. Birds are awesome.

Except pigeons. I don't like pigeons. Especially the brown ones. They make disturbing noises and seem really dim. And I'm not a fan of people/things that are dim cos I think that only lights are allowed to be dim.

Josh, Zac and I like to tease Luke when we see this other guy who shares the same name as him:

Luke, look! It's Luke!
It's Luke, Luke!
Look, Luke! It's Luke!
Look, Luke. Luke!
Luke, look. Luke!
Luke, Luke. Look!

Really gets on his nerves muahahaha.

s t r a w b e r r y
f i e l d s
f o r e v e r

The lyrics to "I am the Walrus" by The Beatles could only have been concocted by a genius

I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together.
See how they run like pigs from a gun, see how they fly.
I'm crying.

Sitting on a cornflake
Waiting for the van to come
Corporation T-shirt, stupid bloody Tuesday
Man you've been a naughty boy
you let your face grow long

I am the eggman
they are the eggmen
I am the walrus
Goo goo g' joob

Mr. city policeman sitting
pretty little policemen in a row
See how they fly like Lucy in the sky
See how they run
I'm crying
I'm crying, I'm crying

Yellow matter custard
Dripping from a dead dog's eye
Crabalocker fishwife
Pornographic priestess
Boy, you've been a naughty girl
you let your knickers down

I am the eggman
They are the eggmen
I am the walrus
Goo goo g' joob

Sitting in an English garden
waiting for the sun
If the sun don't come you get a tan
from standing in the English rain

I am the eggman
They are the eggmen
I am the walrus
Goo goo g' joob

Expert, texpert choking smokers
don't you think the joker laughs at you
See how they smile like pigs in a sty
See how they snide
I'm crying

Semolina pilchard
climbing up the Eiffel tower
Elementary penguin singing Hare Krishna
Man, you should have seen them kicking
Edgar Allan Poe

(then chorus)

White Belt, you would know about this. Haha

Oh look it's a llama

Today was the last day of my foundation program. Wow, time flies faster than me realizing that I put my school bag in a stranger's car boot which actually took quite a while to realize.

The last day is usually followed by a very lame picture that I'd post illustrating my boredom and lack of artistic skills. I don't want to break what is almost becoming a tradition hence I will post my after-exam picture for you to admire (cough)

I have made several peculiar observations which I will now share with you:

• Mosquitoes seem to go after my knees. Usually my left knee.
• If one car travels in a particular direction and another travels in the opposite, well then they aren't traveling in the same direction and never will be able to unless one reverses. This bothered me slightly.
• Salt is extremely salty.
• Trees with thick trunks, straight branches and no leaves seem like military trees.
• A lizard's legs are at the sides of its body and not under. This, coupled with the position of their eyes, gives them the appearance of being perpetually startled. I found this highly amusing.
  
• Some birds have the same sort of startled look that the lizards have. Especially myna birds.

Ever since James' comment about colouring a cicak dark green, I have been thinking a bit too much about lizards. I had previously developed an obsession with cactus. Cacti. Cactuses. Hmm don't know the plural of that. Arctic cactus(es) in particular.

Anyway, I have come up with a genius idea to get my brother to paint me a picture of a cactus and a cicak together! In the desert. The cicak will have its arm around the cactus and will be wearing a sheriff badge and a cowboy hat and the cactus will be wearing a bandana around its neck. The former will be the sheriff of the town and the latter will be the deputy!
(Inspiration: was listening to Eric Clapton's version of "I Shot the Sheriff" playing in my head)

It will look something like this:


Except the painting will be 100x better.

Shawabeans' Playlist

• Lee Dewyze- Treat Her Like A Lady
• Across the Universe- Hey Jude
• Vampire Weekend- A Punk
• Greensleeves
• The Pink Panther theme song (which I'm currently learning on sax. Woo!)
  

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I sometimes like to leave out punctuations when I type because it leaves me feeling oddly exhilarated and I usually do this when I feel tired which is how I feel right now but not anymore since there are no full stops or commas here weeee strange isn't it but i guess everyone has their quirks

If God handed me a special pen and asked me to draw anything i wanted to, with the result being that the thing would come to life, I would draw this

I really don't know why but every time I'm supposed to be paying attention to something or someone, I can't. And whenever I try to spare my brain from receiving certain unwanted information from the receptors in my ears, FAIL.

Times when I can't seem to pay attention when I'm supposed to be paying attention:

• When given directions (this one especially!!)
  
• Stats class
• When someone replies to my question of "How was your day?" or "how did that event go?"
• When given instructions
• When being told to remind someone about something really important.
  

Times when I really don't want to listen but end up doing the opposite:

• When my father talks about the atrocities of wars
• When my father and brothers go into gory details on crimes of psychopaths
• Stories with tragic endings
  
• Josh ranting about Linkin Park's great achievements
  
• When Luke tells lame jokes. And by lame I mean roll-my-eyes-too-hard-that-they-can't-stop-rolling-and-are-forced-to-keep-rolling-like-merry-go-rounds lame (ok that was lame too)

And the last point brings me to an excerpt of my family's dinner conversation that took place about half an hour ago:

Luke: Wanna hear a hilarious joke?
Me: Nooo
Luke: Yes you do!
Me: No I don't
Luke: Knock knock
Me: Luuuuuuuuuke. Not a knock knock joke
Luke: Knock knock
Josh&Zac: Who's there?
Luke: Interrupting cow
Zac: Interrupting cow wh-
Luke: MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Everyone: Hahahaha!

Actually, I'm glad I heard that joke. I found it very funny for some reason. Josh said likes it cos he likes cows.