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Before I start, I would like to wish all Muslims around the world who reads this blog a very SELAMAT HARI RAYA AIDIL ADHA! Hopefully you will not immerse yourself in too much celebrations that do not have anything to do with Hari Raya. Inda kuasa nya orang tua.

Anyway! MY7THLIFE.NET is back up! To those who changed links already, worry not, both my babies (seventh.wordpress.com and MY7THLIFE.NET) will direct you to this blog. I am the happy bunny. I told you it would be back up.

Moving on to a more pressing topic.. I’m sure you’ve already read most of the Girly Blogger’s Night participants’ posts. I’m surprised how some of the girls still have the strength and determination to blog about it after most of us went home. I could barely even look at the computer screen!

So last night was a fabulous event, I can’t erase the memories yet. Emmagoodegg was the best host I’ve ever had, she made me very comfortable in her house — I’m sure others felt comfortable too. She had this really nice voice. I want a voice like that. Zimmy, Emma’s son, is a very well-mannered boy!

Another person who made an impact on me (aiseh) was MAMALOBENGS! (Or simply, Ka Najwa.) She is so pretty in real life, her face was glowing! She is a good entertainer with a lovely voice. She entertained us with her singing, and I nearly wanted to cry because she sang so beautifully. She is now one of my favourite people!

I’ve sworn to the other girl bloggers that I’m going to be leeching off the pictures from their blogs, so I’m still waiting for them to post those pictures. I’m going to collect them all before putting them up. (Hurry up, Mizi! )

[P.S.: I was told that someone reads this blog, so I'm just going to choose and put in the pictures that depict my goody-two-shoes-ness. So that the boyfriend would think I was a goody-two-shoes back at the GBN. Hahaha.]

I had dim sum with these two and went straight to Izzah’s to have another Taboo session. Amni still holds the title of the funniest guesser.

Amani: Something that goes ‘ribbit’.
Amni: RABBIT!

Jangan marah, Amz, you know we sayang you. xoxo.

Too knackered tonight to post properly, but I promise to post pictures as soon as I can.

Isn’t Mr. Morrison’s song in the last post just divine? I love it, it’s such a feel good song. Definitely going to play it for tomorrow morning’s show.

Anyway, I had fun yesterday and today. Yesterday, I was out searching for gifts with Maurina and Amie Heidi, and met up at SupaSave in Beribi. Ness came too! But just for a bit. Which was a surprise. She is more poised than what I imagined her to be, and more soft-spoken. She is just adorable.

Amy Heidi had gone home, if I’m not mistaken, after or during Maghrib. Maurina and I continued our outing by being absolute girls. (On a side note, threading hurts! But will definitely do it again.) Did I mention evil? We are evil girls. LOL. We dropped by Rosie’s house to wrap the gifts when Lisa joined in! Watched a little bit of Elizabethtown, which I didn’t get at all, because we were watching the last bits of it, in efforts of persuading Lisa to stay a bit longer. Hehe. (I have to say, Lisa has a knack of wrapping gifts!)

AND ROSIE GAVE ME EUPHORIA! Not the feeling, the perfume! To Rosie: thank youuuuuuuuu!~

So today.. OH WOW. I had buckets and pails of fun today.

Although, at first, it wasn’t so much fun because I had to replace the car’s front end of the license plate. The whole thing seemed to be broken off. Yea, the whole thing! Had to replace it for B$15. Money not well-spent. Could’ve spent the $15 on salmon sashimi because I went to lunch with my sister at Excapade today. That was when things started looking up.

Most of my sushi didn’t fall into pieces and a colleague texted me that pay was out! Imagine, I was waiting for my school allowance and instead, out comes December pay! Boy, did that ever brighten up my day.

After dropping my sister off to my cousins’ place, went to Izzah’s place to play Taboo. Amni and Amani was there, with a couple of their friends. It was so hilarious. Playing Taboo, I mean. There was this instance when Amani was trying to describe the given word, which was BLONDE.

Amani: Uhh.. Opposite of brunette!
Amni: JTB?

PAHAM KAMU KAH? Hahahahaha. Ia pikir BruNet bah. It took us two seconds to figure out why Amni had said JTB! And it wasn’t even the opposite of BruNet. ROFL.

That was the highlight of the day, really.

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And it does! (Enjoy James Morrison!)

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I need to think of a long title. I want to try out this new feature that WordPress.com has introduced. Moving in permanently to WordPress.com is now very appealing. Look at it this way, I don’t have to update to a newer version of WordPress on my own, because it’ll be updated by the most helpful people at WordPress ever. And I can just fix up my MY7THLIFE.NET domain to point to WordPress.com! Now, if only my host would co-operate nicely. In which they haven’t, and it sucks. I feel like being sent from one office to another. Red tape is what this is. RED TAPE!

Okay, moving on to the next topic that I really want to talk about. This comment and this one on this post. I consider Miss Maurina lucky, even though they did not identify themselves, but at least they make their opinions known and to your face. I have been in the same situation, but the person who was unhappy with me talked behind my back. And s/he talked a lot. I ended up knowing about it because Brunei is small, and the Brunei blogosphere is smaller.

How did it feel? Oh, don’t let me start. It felt absolutely amazing! Not. I was bitter throughout the ‘healing process’, and I didn’t know what I did wrong. And all I did was talk about my job. What I freakin’ do for a living. Punya sakit hati.. Only Allah knows what I went through and how I felt. I respected him/her so much, all I wanted was not to be talked about. Sigh.

But let’s move on. I honestly think that they shouldn’t have said it that way. I did a “How to give constructive criticism” segment on my 829 show tonight, and “full of yourself”, I think, falls under the personal attack category. The second comment was better, but it still needs improvement. In my opinion, she wasn’t being too proud of herself.

I guess people can’t handle those who have achieved a lot. I envy her, actually. Being sponsored a ticket to India! Plus free accomodation! Maybe that’s why they aren’t happy, thus non-constructive criticism was thrown her way? Maybe.. who knows.

By the way! December’s Girly Blogger’s Night Out is soon! It’s this Friday evening! I am excited and nervous at the same time. I’ll be meeting new people.. and that scares me. Haha.

Post again soon. And maybe it’ll be a little less angry.

I was listening to the main news bulletin on the radio, and I keep on convincing myself that Azrul’s slight lisp is because of braces. He’s never had a lisp before. Nor do I know him any other way than on TV via the studio whenever he reads the radio news. (I rarely watch news unless Frankie is on, hehe.)

Has he got braces, though?

So I was at Ka Ety’s son’s 2nd birthday party. (Actually 3rd, since Muz’im celebrated it twice this year. It might be 4th, who knows what he did last year, hehe.) And Ka Ety has pictures! I took just one, hehe.

Pretty Pixies all in a row. Pity I’m just the ‘mascot’. Haha.

I just realized that I was wearing all black that day. In the past, I was conscious of this, because black was my favourite colour, and I wanted every thing I own to be black, but my mom forbade black baju kurongs when I was younger because it made me look morbid. She said young teens should look at least a shade above dull.

The only person whom I know has her whole wardrobe in black is Amy Zuriana. Anyone remember her? Until now, I’ve never really seen her in non-black attire unless she was particularly asked (by some authority). I remember she was wearing dark green when we were sent to Singapore for a youth camp. LOL.

I could have sworn that I would be awake at 9AM really groggy. Instead, I awoke to someone’s alarm and now.. I cannot go back to sleep. (Even though my mom told me to go back to sleep! Surprise, surprise!)

I spent most of my day yesterday fishing and having barbecued dinner with some of my former classmates, the intake 20s. I’ve never gone fishing before, and my first time yesterday was so much fun. Even though it wasn’t using a fishing rod, and I didn’t catch anything, but it was still fun. My friends and I were having a blast with our live bait, in which one of them got its head bitten off, another one either slipped off the hook or got eaten whole, meanwhile my own live bait died. We all think that I took it unawares and drowned in the process. LOL.

I mean, casting the line was the hardest (but funniest) part. I think it died right there and then.

Maghrib came and passed, we then had a small barbecue, just chicken on the grill. Of course, we had other food like huge, fried prawns with hot soya sauce dip (YUMMY!), though the dip came a little late, and we only had the chance of dipping a few prawns in it. My friends Mia and Ratz, being the weirdos that they were (haha), sipped the dip as if it was soup! When the dip was taken away, Mia had this look on her face, and we all made fun of it, thinking that Mia probably will probably have withdrawal symptoms soon.

Did I mention that we ate underneath the stars by the river? We did. It was the best part of the night, to tell you the truth.

I had the time of my life yesterday.

Mia, Ratz, Sufie, Bexx (who was missing at the barbecue) and I continued to hang out at Taurean in Kiulap, watching the DPMM FC match with Selangor, while Mia, Ratz and Bexx were trying to teach me all about being offside. I think I understood a bit. I never quite got it in the past, but I think I got it. I think. Then the channel was changed to the one of Manchester United against Aston Villa, I think? (I found out from a colleague working on MV this morning that Man. Utd. won! Yeay!) We went home 25 minutes into the match, though.

And I found myself knackered on the bed, sleeping. Now I’m here. Wide awake. I think I’m just going to take a shower and see if I can bring myself to sleep after that. I’ve got work in a few hours.

Here’s a random thought: if there’s a DVD boxset of The O.C., season 4, then I’ll definitely buy it. But not in a rush. I didn’t even complete season 3, because it bored the socks off me. Unfortunately, so did One Tree Hill’s season 4. Boring with a capital B. I’m already done with watching Grey’s Anatomy’s season 3 up until the latest episode that I have (the one where they separated siamese twins, which had a sweet ending with those twins), and I’m trying to watch Heroes. Yea, you read right, trying. I’m not too motivated with it.

Did I mention my feelings on season 2 of Prison Break? (Wah, feeling segala.) Can someone please spice things up? I got bored with that too, I’d rather Schofield be stuck in Fox River and scheme his way out all over again. And he doesn’t look so hot in normal clothes. Prefer him in those prison clothes. Hahaha. I can be such a freak.

I’ve become a really big fan of Grey’s Anatomy now, I’m so scared I’ll get the boyfriend mad, haha. He hates it. I love it. I don’t like some aspects of the show, but I find myself wanting more out of it. I don’t like McDreamy. I think I’ve already established that point. I like McSteamy, but I think I would prefer him without the facial hair. But still living up to his name nonetheless.

All right, enough about television. I’m bored with that topic as it is.

Let’s talk about people! And their state of overratedness. Haha. Well, there is this one person whom everyone seems to love. However, my friend and I could see through his/her façade, and we don’t like him/her much. Tolerance level, out of 10, is probably 5. With his/her case, it’s best to adopt the “ignorance is bliss” motto. People think s/he is so funny, but I don’t. When s/he speaks, I think, “Oh my GOD. Can you please stop?” This is mean, I know. But being the typical Bruneian that I am, I hate confrontations. I don’t like to point out to people or be stark honest with them and say, “Hey, can you please tone down your melampau-ness?”

But seriously. This person is so effing overrated, I feel like screaming.

Enough about that too, because I’m getting bored with it. I want to talk about my department in ITB: the department of Computing and Information Systems. Ever since we’ve gotten our results and we look forward to our graduation in May (and maybe the MRS in March), we have been overzealous and decided to use our roll numbers (sort of like a student ID) on our nicks on MSN! Want to see?

All right, all right, you have to click here to view the larger image. Please note that personal messages, images and e-mails have been erased from the original print screen. Hehe. But I like how it looks. I’m so proud of CIS, really, I am

.. and The Deathly Hallows

That’s the title for the last installment of Harry Potter books. Thanks.

Really looking forward to the release of that. Planning to re-read from book one to six now, hahaha.

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Most of the time, I live my life in “I Don’t Really Give A Rat’s Ass” mode. Other times, especially when I’m sitting here in front of my laptop — alone, I don’t. I read blogs. Undeniably, I read blogs. It gives me something to do when I have nothing to do, or rather, it gives me something to do when I feel like procrastinating, putting something off to a much later time.

Some blog posts might not have anything to do with me, but they speak to me. At times, enlightening, others.. insulting. I really hate caring for things that people say in their blog posts that might or might not have anything to do with me. I am not a big fan of feeling sorry for myself that someone thinks that way about you. Someone who mocks you in public, yet covered up with a certain anonymity that does not help how you are feeling at all. Just because you are granted that anonymity, does not mean you are spared of the malice they’re trying to spread.

I’m not one to be quite articulate. I can never carry out a good debate, I don’t think I ever will. I’ve always had trouble with words. Trying to make myself clear and justify myself, but in the end, I would seem defensive, thus I would seem at fault. I try so hard not to care, but for me, it is innate. I can’t make it go away.

I can fool almost everyone that I don’t care. Sometimes even myself. But when the intention goes back to fooling everyone that I am capable of feeling nonchalant about something so infuriating, I can’t lie to myself. It hurts. And I don’t like showing such emotions like sadness, or hurt. I get angry in public, sure. But, I think, it’s just a mask to hide the sadness, or hide whatever I feel is too bitter for me to handle.

Not to sound cheesy, but learning about life is a difficult thing to do. If you’re lucky, you’ll get to experience something so sweet that you think, “Wow, maybe that random act of kindness I did to that lady paid off.” On rainy days, which is almost all the time, you find it hard to get through the day.

All I wish for in my prayers most of the time is that everyone gets along, even for just one measly day.

Whatever. This is getting too personal.

OH MY GOD. Eric Dane is MARRIED? And to Rebecca Gayheart, nonetheless! I just remember her from Urban Legend, and that’s enough to last me until the next ten years.

Sigh. McSteamy is taken. (Resisted the urge to type McTaken. ROFL.)

Played netball today. I missed it so much. I didn’t fancy nor do I miss the shortness of breath, no sirree. But I loved it. The game makes me feel alive, what with playing it with my girls from ITB. And with Atul and her friends! It was a fun afternoon, followed by dinner at CA Mohd. in Gadong. I swore that if the girls were to go to the branch opposite The Mall, I’d have to turn them down. There was some stuff going on that I’d rather not mention. Yet.

So after everyone went back after dinner, Mia, Ratz, Bexx, and I went to The Mall to check out some of Charles & Keith’s shoes. Not much, unfortunately. The fun was when we were searching for a place to park Mia’s car. It was so much fun, with all the laughter and everything. I really love most of my classmates, and I’m really looking forward to graduating with them in May. (If I said March in any of my posts, then forgive me, I was wrong. It’s in May 2007!) I’m happy.

Reckong the endorphins from netball match still inside? Heehee.

Here’s a song you can get a listen to this time, Anna Molly by Incubus. The “anomaly” bits of the song sticks in your head after a few spins of the track. LOL. (Though it reminds me of Database Management Systems. Heh.)

Okay, it was sort of silly of me to not realize that Same Same was Bob and Clint Moffatt! When my cousin whom I brought to the movies with me yesterday had said that they were The Moffatts, I said, “But The Moffats broke up, and Same Same only has two guys in it.” Yea, I saw the thumbnail of the cover of their album, but I didn’t really care at the time. All I wanted was to get a hold on their song, Without You, with Jaclyn Victor from the movie, Cinta.

So my quest of actually finding out whether or not my cousin had got his facts right, I searched online. He was right, well, literally half right. Half of The Moffatts make up Same Same. So I browsed further, and stumbled upon several articles on Wikipedia, and found out, Dave Moffatt was gay. Read more here. Interesting to know that things are still going on after they’ve broken up. Actually, I never knew that a music group comprising fully of brothers could ever break up.

Just so you know, I was a big fan of The Moffatts.