Oh where is my hairbrush?

Do you know Veggie Tales? I was introduced to that um, thing by my adorable little cousin E.J. (okay so that’s just an acronym or whatever of his name). I really like this show where the cucumber guy (or some vegetable) sang the “Oh Where is my Hairbrush?” song. It’s still stuck in my head.

short random to-do: Remember to contact Cheeb (FadedMemori), Dorthea (Pink Lover) and other old affies to change the links.

Oh yeah, now that our room/flat/house/blah is ransacked and a maze, I have this repeating need to press CTRL+F every time I need to find something. Yesh, it happens most of the time. Ever since I’ve read somewhere about the “CTRL+F” thing, I’ve been using it in my coding files, in websites, etc. Of course, I don’t say it out loud, but sometimes I mutter, “I wish there was a CTRL+F in ‘real life’”. I am pathetic.

I just discovered it’s a ritual of my dad’s to not pack until the day of leaving. I was busily eating a macaroon (sp?) and then our flatmate talked to me. And then I said that we haven’t packed yet, even if the flight is tomorrow. He said it’s likely of my dad to not pack until the flight. Heh. Cool. =P But we fixed the stuff we need to bring home already, so yeah.

Do I know you?

I may know you. The first title of this post was supposed to be “Do I know myself”? I know my full name, age, nationality and the details on an I.D. or some document (well, mostly). But what I don’t know is what I want, what I have, and what I am. Am I one of those who like writing their hearts out? Am I one of those confused little buggers who don’t know what path they’re going to take? Maybe the question which would have the answer of ‘yes’ is the second one.

If you ever found my post about my thoughts of dropping out of school, the feeling is coming back again. And then I remembered this certain Boy Meets World episode where Shawn was “persuaded” by their Guidance Counselor to “travel” and stuff. Heh.

Things are not going fine between me and my dad. And it’s all because of me and my “relationship” with the Internet, the TV and lots of other distractions. I lost something very expensive and something I can’t afford. I’m in total shame, but I’m still surfing the Internet. Slap me if you want. I grew up in a high-tech world, with automated stuff, so I don’t know much about the value of many important things. I want to experience beating a carpet! -smile-

Okay, that’s it. I’m washing the dishes. I never should be lazy. I never should be lazy. I REALLY must remember that.

Leaving.

I'm leaving this place on Friday, one day away from today. I wonder what'll happen to me once I get home. Will I get stuck in the airport for quite a while? How I wonder. I sometimes feel that I'm better off here. It's because life is much easier here, with airconditioners, cable TV, DSL Internet, etc. But this is also where I got lazy. This is where I made extreme use of my wonderful microwave-heating abilities, my amazing powdered-juice stirring power, and my fast channel flipping fingers. These abilities resulted to me going on the top of the class at first, and then sinking down slowly.

Darn it, I need to loosen up a bit. I feel like there are just too many problems that I just want to avoid them all. Whenever I try to solve the problem, I get distracted and forget about it. When the problem's harming my future reputation and life, I'm panicking. Snort and give a couple of claps to me, the mad procrastinator.

I'm getting an overdose of Disney and Cartoon Network cartoons. No matter how much people bash or mock them, I still manage to enjoy them. They're examples of time killers.