Happy Merdeka Day Malaysia! (Strange way to put it but I can’t think of any way better) I’m Malaysian, and proud to be one. ;p I have to be awake in less than 7 hours and will be away from home till evening. I hope I don’t fall asleep tomorrow (technically, today). There’s a party to enjoy! So I really probably should get enough sleep… but, I don’t feel sleepy, just yet.

I just finished making a collage for my netball team. I had no inspiration whatsoever to do a layout - I just drew ugly unknown stuff. Oh, today I went to watch Ratatouille: I liked it! Went with my mum so at least, I went out after exams. Saw a couple of schoolmates. Bought paper from Shabby Chic. We went in there twice - once before and then after the movie and left with 3 pieces of paper. Expensive, but really good quality and pretty too. I’m just thinking of how to use them. Last night, I slept at 4 am, staying up to finish the book, Everyone Worth Knowing by Lauren Weisberger (author of The Devil Wears Prada). Overall, it was very familiar - storyline was quite similar, just more drama in this. Nothing very unexpected or out of the ordinary.

Oh well, I’m going to leave with a few pictures.

6.45 pm 23rd August 2007

I love this shot, taken a minute after. The lower half is a reflection of the sky. Guess what I used as support to get that reflection?

The skies in Brunei are beautiful really. They’re different everyday. I can actually sit and watch the clouds move or just stare at the sky. I can’t recall seeing pretty skies in Malaysia - I think I’m going to miss the colours when I go back.

EDIT: I just posted less than minute and Steven has already read my blog. And I’m still editing it. Hi YOU whom I happen to be talking to at this time.

What the heck is your problem? I already said I wasn’t free and you all were fine with it. Now, you’re kicking up a big fuss. So, what, at that time you were in a jolly mood so it was okay, and now you’re not - and trying to get rid of mine - and so you make it sound like it’s my bloody fault. Heck, I already said I’d get my own transport if you all want to go. SO GO! WTH do you have to go and ask whether I HAVE to go: YES I DO because I’ve got a part to play. And what’s with smirk and sarcasm when I explained why I had to - you can’t believe it, you think I can’t do it? Your damn annoying tone pissed me off so badly. I was patiently answering you know why? Because you’re just going to say why I’m being rude. I wished I could just tell you that you’re freaking rude, and probably that’s WHY I am. You talk to her so nicely and then when it comes to me, I’m like .. wth man. And it’s so annoying to hear her speak in that pampered tone, knowing that if I do it, I’ll just down-right get a firing. So yea, I have holidays and I don’t plan to get it ruined. Can’t I just enjoy? It’s not like I’m going out everyday - heck I’ve not even gone out yet. It’s not like I go spend hundreds of dollars - I don’t even spend more than 10 most of the time! If I’m such a bother, then why bother? JUST go with your plan and I’ll just find my way. But you can’t even confirm so how the hell am I supposed to find transport? I can’t possibly go asking my friend then end up on that day (AGAIN) you guys happily decide, “Oh, we’re not going anymore..” And you don’t even remember what I said: I probably can find transport for the next week, NOT this week. It wasn’t me who said that oh, we’re most probably not going. Now, I’m flaring up everything here because I don’t have anyone to talk to here. I don’t want to tell my friends because they won’t know how to respond and because of that, their replies may make me mad at them.

My day was fine, thank you, but now is damn ruined. It’ll probably get better after I sleep on this or just.. avoid talking to them for the rest of the time. I didn’t mention who I’m talking about but I think you all probably would have guessed.

I’m fine though. I think my anger has left with the words up there. Ah, I didn’t know blogging was so useful..

To Rilla: Thanks for your comment(s). You’re always like the first (or probably the only one) to comment on my blogs. Thank you, really. And referring to your comment, I think that friends would probably feel awkward and won’t know how to respond. And somehow, I feel like I’ll burden them. Not that they don’t listen or they don’t care - they do but at times their choice of words make things worse. I have good friends and maybe that’s why I don’t want to, you know, trouble them with my problems. (Though I know, they’ll insist it’s not a problem at all; if I were in their shoes, I would want my friends to feel like they can talk to me too). Oh well.