Happy Teachers' Day

HAPPY TEACHERS' DAY!

:D

...and as of today, my Shoutbox has reached 10 pages of tags.

By the way, answer this:

"Why do you think has so few pupils passed their O'Level English?"

Comment if you have an answer.

Katrina Aftermath

Why did I see this coming?

Meanwhile, in Memphis, Tenn., residents told News Channel 3 they saw Hurricane Katrina survivors purchase designer jeans, high heels and purses with their $2,000 emergency debit cards. According to the report, one Katrina victim was spotted at a Cordova clothier buying stacks of $65 designer jeans. Another viewer reported spotting a survivor buying "over $700 in high heel shoes and purses" at a Memphis department store "while (her) younger children, most of them looked under the age of 3, looked like they haven't showered in weeks."

What do you think? Read the full article here.

Grey Gurey

Dear Readers *coughs*Tina*coughs*,

As I've observed in the tagboard, there has been an overwhelming demand from the masses (!) that I should publish something about my cat. Since I am too lazy to do so, I've asked the kitty itself to purr away on Turquoise and Roses. However, due to the nature of her paws whereby there lies the absence of opposable thumbs, she is unfortunately unable to type on the keyboard with sufficient agility and rhythm. As the bestfriend that I am, I gladly volunteered to type for her while she dictates relevant information about her life.

Fatale Feline

The name's Gurey. My pet, Maurina, had named me after the deliciously rich coat I have wrapped around my perfectly sleek body. Well, what can I say, she is quite the unimaginative human. How could she not notice my best feature are my eyes? But, even so, I keep my coat shiny, and clean. After all, seventy percent of my waking hours are well spent on - grooming.

I live on the warm television set in the kitchen. Indeed I know every detail that ever came on screen. When the twin towers got bombed, I gasp. When the Tsunami of the century hit Acheh, I wept. When Hurricane Katrina wiped out New Orleans, I sigh. I am a witness of the Brunei Government's reshuffling of ministers. Then when the news get simply too heavy and ludicrous for my feline brain to conceptualise, I tiptoe off the television set to sit in the fruit basket with the delicious smelling green bananas. Indeed, I did that quite a few times. Humans are beyond understanding.

I suppose you want to know how I ended up living in a house with nine humans and three other cats. I honestly cant remember. The earliest memory I have is one where I was put in a lavender bassinet with an atrociously rude white masochistic male cat afflicted with an eye infection. He thinks his phallus is the centre of the universe until he got sterilised. Now he's just insane and schizophrenic, prone to bouts of depression. Ugh, I hate him.

Anyway, I have to go. Midnight is here. So are CICAKS!

Gurey (pronounced GOO-ray) is a Cancerian. I've had her since she was a baby and although she snores, I love her to bits. I've given her full access to Turquoise and Roses. So, expect rants about "an annoying white cat" and bitching on "that Burmese queen who never talks to anyone and eats with her hand".

Ciao!

Kitty's Snout

My kitty's snout.

Round brushes

Have you all been to the new Manggis Hua Ho?
Well what can I say. It's quite clean. Aside from that, there is definitely not enough parking space for every one and the whole store does not sell a decent round hairbrush. In fact, only one place does. Hypermart! So, if anyone wants to open up a business selling varieties of hairbrushes and all matters and utensils concerning the head and hair, you are most welcome. I need a bigger diffuser. I definitely see a market.

But the red shoes are the gorgeous. Rich rich red. Absolutely luscious no?

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ANYWAY, UBD is having a mid-semester break where students (including me) start scrambling to do their assignments. I don't know what is it in particular that the caterers are feeding the lecturers but mine are incessantly giving me homework. Not that I mind much. (I wanted to know what it feels like to complain on a blog.)

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"Awu si dayang makan di SCR lapas atu!"
PARUT comes first! As if you don't know. MIB kali ah - Makan Inda Beranti.

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By the way, heard his majesty's new wife came home from New York yesterday(apparently she tagged along) in really hot pink pants. Ouu, dare she add glamour in the Family?

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On a more serious note, the French has fallen out of love with wine.
Egad! Izzit ze end of ze werld!