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The most interesting thing about having siblings is the quality of fun you have with them.  One evening, when my sister and I were having a phone conversation, she challenged me to a nursery rhyme “recite-off”.  Have you ever heard of such a thing? LOL!

The last time either of us read nursery rhymes was probably before our teens.  The 101 Nursery Rhymes book was hers, and she probably read it 101 times but I was up for the challenge anyway (even if I knew she was going to win…and she did).  Pfft.  What can I say, I had lengthier books.

The rules of the ‘game’ were simple: we didn’t have to recite everything, we just needed to recite enough for the other person to know which rhyme it was.

The competition was stiff.

It was no surprise that I remembered a few of the weirdest nursery rhymes (incl. “Monday’s Child“).  The funniest part was when I barely remembered “Jack Sprat” and I only had about 5-10 seconds to remind her what it was.  So in my state of panic, I said “something about licking the platter clean…the guy who’s got the wife and they had to lick the platter clean.”  LMAO.

How did my sister win? HUMPTY DUMPTY and JACK AND JILL. *Rolls eyes* Ok, so they slipped my mind.  Bah!

One of my very favourite nursery rhymes is Old Mother Hubbard.

OMG it’s almost 5am! Eek.  No wonder why I was sleepy.

Your Mind is Orange

Of all the mind types, yours is the quickest. You are usually thinking a mile a minute, and you could be thinking about anything at all. Your thoughts are often scattered and random - but they’re also a lot of fun! You tend to spend a lot of time thinking about esoteric subjects, the meaning of life, and pop culture.

What Color Is Your Mind?

*Sorry about adding the ‘U’ to colour in the title…I just had to.

The worst thing about guys is when they start acting like children.  Worst of all, when they act like little girls.  I honestly don’t have the patience for that sort of thing.

For quite a while now, I never really did apologize to one of my male friends when I said I would.  I was hoping he’d just forget the whole thing.  Last week, I realized that he hasn’t forgiven me…and didn’t even care to tell me “hey, BTW I’m still angry at you for that night…!”

Just about a minute ago I sent him a message at MSN Messenger asking “are you angry at me or something?” and he’s ignored me.  He also ignored me last week when I sent all my friends a greeting for Dragon Boat Festival.

What do I do?

A few months ago, I missed a (female) friend’s birthday dinner and I don’t even think I had to give her a reason for missing her special day.

*Ok, he just replied to the MSN message, but I’ll continue writing this post…

Yeah, and that same girl didn’t send me a birthday greeting when it was my birthday (a month after hers I think).  But just the other week we were hanging out, and we hung out several times this year already.  See? Nobody had to apologize for anything.

Ok, talk later.

Last week I uploaded the frog game. A friend of mine wasn’t able to solve it so I decided to share my way of solving it (not sure if there’s another way).

After almost 3 years of menstruating in China without scented sanitary napkins (they were widespread througout 2004 and early 2005), I have finally accidentally bought one pack that’s scented.  I honestly thought there was some kind of ban on the product.  Anyway, thank goodness I’ve decided to stay in this weekend; going around with scented sanitary napkins is the dumbest idea ever…esp. because there seems to be this one particular scent they use on all scented sanitary napkins.  So every girl who recognizes the smell will actually know that you’re menstruating.

But no, I’m not in a bad mood…in fact I don’t think women having their period are the ones in a bad mood: that’s why they call it PMS (Pre-Menstrual Syndrome).  It’s the women who’ll be having their period next week or the week after that who’s all moody this week.  Hyuk, hyuk *attempts to chuckle*.

I’m very sleepy…not only have I not slept yet, but I also just had breakfast.  It would be awesome to be in a very warm bubble bath right now…

Because I have a few hours to spare, I’ve decided to try typing parts of my entire diary entry of May 1999 (when I was 16) because well…it’s May 2008! My long term goal is to have all my diary entries (I’m talking about YEARS) online (minus a few very personal details ). No matter how weird you think you are, no matter how unique; there’s always someone out there who’s just a wee bit like you.

I also want to remind myself what I was like, 9 years ago. While many people reading this would probably be thinking “wow, you must be so bored”, others know exactly how wonderful it is to be able to look back into the archives that very few of us have on paper, and that even fewer have locked up in their efficient memory. Keeping a diary is one of the best ways to honour yourself and your life. What I’m about to type (most of my May 1999 entries) I don’t currently remember. So here it is. I hope it bores you to death, but it will be very interesting for me.

*Names of people have been changed into= {relation to me}.

Edit: New Archives Link, Diary Archives

After reading Christy’s response to my now dead aloe vera plant post, I decided to do some searching online and apparently, aloe vera plants ARE NOT cacti! LOL…and all this time, I was thinking the same thing Christy was thinking (i.e. Squidward, if you’re a cactus then you should really love the treat I’m giving you today: a full day of sunlight!). Even weirder, is their relation to lillies! *Sobs* Why didn’t anyone tell me that before? I was always told they were from the cactus family. Aarggh!

As I sit in front of my outdated PC eating macaroni n’ cheese with tuna and a cup of warm tea, I’ve come to realize that I have a whole bunch of quality friends.  Anyone who knows me personally will know at least one of my friends, and will most likely agree that that person is either one heck of a person or someone who’s “pretty cool”.

Believe it or not, in most cases that person is more my friend than yours (I’m not talking about acquaintances whom I don’t quite care about, I’m talking about my true friends).

The other day, as I rushed to catch the last train on line 3, I saw this old man playing an instrument.  He had an old metal bowl in front of him with coins in it.  I was in a hurry, so I pulled out a 10 yuan bill from my pocket and dropped it in the guy’s bowl and almost missed the train because the bill flew away in the other direction.

Last night, on my way to Pudong (line 2) I was sitting comfortably & chatting on the phone when the person sitting next to me stood up to give an old man his seat.  That’s when I looked up and realized that his companion (possibly his wife) was behind him so I also stood up and gestured for her to take my seat.  She smiled and said “no it’s ok” (in Chinese).  I ignored her and walked next to the door, so that’s when she decided to drag her huge bags towards the seat.  3-4 stops later she walked all the way to where I was standing, and in an excited tone she told me that there’s some space next to her so I said “thanks” and sat next to her.  I then wondered why my late grandparents were not as ‘cool’ (I’m under the impression that all old people are always in a bad mood so I avoid them at all cost).

Last night, I was reading about the people who were still stick in the rubble of Monday’s quake and I got a bit teary.

Today, I realized that birds of a feather really do flock together.  I’m sick to death of people thinking I’m a bad and/or evil person just because I sound kind of harsh almost all time.  How dare you measure the quality of a person by the words that come out of their mouth? Actions speak louder than words - and I’ve done a whole lot of good things (and will continue to do good whenever I can).

As for those I’ve been verbally mean to: I was provoked; ask and you shall receive.

It’s a few minutes past 6am and I am awake having breakfast (waffle biscuits and tea). After about 3 weeks of a ‘normal’ schedule, I’ve successfully screwed up my efforts: I didn’t go to bed last night. I spent yesterday morning at an online auction and I’ve spent the last few hours domaining. That’s because I barely had time to domain this week for secret reasons. *Rolls eyes*

I’ve just realized that it’s been about 2 months since the last time I went on a night out with friends, and well over 6 months since the last time I got effin’ drunk. Wow, what an achievement. Which reminds me, I still owe one of my friends an apology because we were supposed to hang out at some club a few weeks ago and at around 1am I told him that I had changed my mind. Since then he hasn’t spoken to me and it only hit me the other day that he might have taken that whole issue personally. I have to do some major arse-kissing…*sigh* Thank goodness I know how to be killer-adorable when needed.

The day before yesterday, I had the oddest dream. I dreamt that the last dog I had was in my room, sleeping on my bed and I was talking to him; I was hugging him and telling him how much I cared about him and all of a sudden I was downstairs with the security guards, and exclaimed (in English) “I don’t give a rat’s ass what you think, I pay rent, I pay my bills {my dog} is going to stay in my room, period”.

That’s just so weird, but my guess is that he was in my dream because a few hours before I went to bed that night I was playing Monopoly and I chose the dog as my marker. I spent all day yesterday down and depressed (once or twice a year, my PMS symptoms will include a bout of depression).

Worst of all, one of my friends told me some horrible news via sms and I wasn’t sure about how to ‘comfort’ her so I sent a “sorry” and that was it. If it’s something that I’m known for, it’s saying the wrong things at the worst times. You’d think my ‘friends’ ought to know that by now.

I have to start listing down the people I owe apologies to.

Almost a year ago (I think it was some time around July), I finally taught myself how to touch-type.  So I’ve spent the past few months touch typing, and practice makes perfect I guess.  There’s a difference in a person’s WPM when their typing something that’s in their head, and when they’re typing something that’s being copied off some place.  So here’s my WPM on the typing test I just took (copying off some text that I’ve never seen before):

There are tons of people who have learned how to touch-type ever since they started using the PC.  Many people I’ve spoken to over the internet have admitted to learning how to touch-type ever since they were kids (before their teens).  They’re even taught how to touch-type at school! So their WPM is at 60+ (no surprise).

I heard that secretaries should have an average of about 60 to 70 WPM.  So it’s only a matter of time for me to be able to add the WPM on my CV just for fun.

Above is just the result for one test, I’ll probably take a few more and then take the mean average as my true WPM.

I’m composing this post on IE8, I was using Firefox a few minutes ago and it just crashed or something.  I don’t trust IE security, my PC always ends up with some sort of virus/malware after using IE.