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Hullo peeps =)
2007 has been an awesome year, especially since it's the birthyear of Panatzorists (I think. Or was is 2006?). Anyway~ thanks guys, for injecting all the fun and humour into this wonderful year!

I hope 2008 will be a succesful year for us Panatzorists; school-wise, life-wise and music-wise ;)

Alright here's the situation... Me and Sar absolutely 'LOVE' this girl whom we met through a sport and because of that we visit her blog every 5 seconds. If sarcasm is a foreign language to you then.. I pity you greatly. Anyway... guess what, she just wrapped up the definiton of Poklen with a chronological summary of her year. I wish I could just copy and paste the whole thing here but I can't :( Boo I know. So I'll just try to make one as similar as possible to hers but you guys know how I am ;) Enjoy people...

Ehem... a summary of my 12 months.

Jan- came back to school. In a relationship since 2006.
Feb- broke up at the end of the month :(
Mar- In a relationship again after 2-3 weeeks
Apr- broke up in the middle of the month
May- omg, a whole month of being single. flirted and rejected people. I'm a heart breaker yo ; )
June- I got depressed and started cutting my wrist. Yes, I cut my wrist (pass this info on, I want the whole world to know). In a relationship near the end of the month.
July- still in relationship.
Aug- broke up again but no biggie, hooked up again with another dude
Sep- was in a relationship.
Oct- fasting month. My life's filled with drama.
Nov- Raya, wasn't in Brunei. Another break up.
Dec- met someone special. He said he'll wait and he's different from the rest. Aww... love you baby. MWAH *dry humps*

Okay, maybe that last part there was purely me but phew... That was a fun read eyh? So there you have it ladies and gents, a poklen's year!~ *shakes head* Kid's nowadays... Back in MY day... *babbles on*

You know what typical Bruneian adults normally do which annoys me? They point with their mouths. Trust me, it's not a very flattering look. Try saying this with your mouth (lips? I'm not sure) pointed: "tuuuu~".

Exactly.

I mean, come on, what are those nice long bony things on your hands for? Mun kan polite pun, use your thumb to point. Jangan bah, macam orang desperate kan berkissing.

I also find it uber amusing when Bruneians run into someone they know. Here's a typical dialogue shared between two Bruneian adults if they run into each other at a supermarket:

Makcik 1: Ehhhh, bah~
Makcik 2: Bah~
Makcik 1: Membali~?
Makcik 2 (pushing a trolley full of groceries): Awu... Sorang kita?
Makcik 1: Inda, sama aji. Bah, membali tah banyak-banyak. Alum lagi panuh tu trolley atu!
Makcik 2: *laughs* Awu. Bah~
Makcik 1: Bah~
exeunt

Notice how 'bah' is such an overused phrase nowadays?



HAH, ani first post ku yang proper-ish. Aku awesome. But not as awesome as Sarah. Pants off to you, Sar.

Semua orang should be the proud owner of pretty clothes. Clothes aren’t just the mere garments covering up the figures underneath, but a shirt, a pair of jeans, the Manolo Blahnik peep-toes, they all serve as the shop window on where we get to display our personality in the form of the latest Must Have or a just 70% Off bargain.

Antah apakan.

Anyway, Bandar Seri Begawan, or Gadong, for that matter (because everyone knows no one goes to Bandar anyway), is far from being the next fashion capital in Asia.

Ani pasal… Cuba kamu liat kiri kanan kamu. Di Gadong lah ah, saya ambil as example. To your left, gothic punks, dressed in black, usually not in the name of gothicness tapi the colour black is used to cover up the flabby figures underneath. Nothing wrong with that, because everyone does that, from Rosie O’Donnell to the babu hajahs in their black jubahs. To your right, Harajuku fashion wannabes, with their long striped stockings, courtesy of Route 66, 3 for the price of $0.50, MURAH NYAMU. To your atas, the decent ayu-tapi-banarnya-hooking-up-dengan-boyfriend-durang-yang-usually-eons-older-arah-couple-seat-di-Bolkiah girls, with their decent tudungs, Nazmi Textile Mall, but of course, and their decent button-downs. And everyone knows mengapa durang pakai button-down blouses. And finally, the menemeng little rich girls yang bajunya lawa but we all know that baju atu tadi pagi mamanya memilihkan.

Bukan pulang saya kan mengucap cara urang Brunei bebaju, pasal banarnya baju saya pun biasa jua, murah jua, inda jua kali dari Eileen Chan semua baju saya ani. Tapi as a keen observer of outfits, baju-baju urang Brunei banarnya inda bida, ganya baju urang Brunei, bini-bini lah saja ah, baju kitani ani IKUT-IKUTAN.
Baju-baju Bruneians nada individuality. The French are well known for their chic fashion sense, the couture gowns, the sheer glam of it all, thus earning them gelaran as the Fashion Capital Of The World. Paris, not the French. Banarnya, baju-baju durang atu inda jua berapa, mun sekadar beret atu, askar pun be beret, inda pun kana ucap fashionable. Tapi the Parisians kana praise durang punya fashion sense pasal sebelum orang lain di dunia ani be scarf, be beret, bemini, durang udah dulu. Authenticity all along.

And of course, our fellow fashionable Asians, the Japanese. Mun sekadar stokin panjang bewarna atu kitani pun dulu ada yang Power Rangers, tapi the long stockings and fishnets and loud colours matched together creates an ensemble lain to that of the rest of the world. The lawaness and the originality itself yang buat the European fashion critics yang menemeng respect arah the Japs.

Bruneians, cuba gitau aku satu garment atau jenis baju yang screams the word Brunei.

Manada kan.

Except for baju kurung, tapi atu Malaysia pun ada. Tudung Bienda, tudung Mawi, lagi tia. Bienda, Mawi, semua urang Malaysia. Tapi mun kamu kan bejual tudung Juju inda jua urang membali kali.

Cubatah kitani together create satu style baju yang lawa and can tell the world YES EVERYONE ANI ORANG BRUNEI PUNYA BAJU AND YOU WILL LOVE IT SAMA MACAM KAMU SUKA WEDGES YANG BANARNYA NINIKU PUN DULU MEMAKAI. Ani kiri kanan ku liat orang punya baju sama jua macam yang ku liat arah E! minggu lapas. Mentang-mentang arah E! lawa tah tu nya. Orang E! atu di mana, New York, London, tampat sajuk, inda kan di Brunei ani pun kamu kan memakai coat Burberry. Mun Burberry banar respect jua ku, ani mun sekadar yang fake dari Joenah Boutique atu jangan tah dulu kan dishow off.

Lapas atu tau ku pulang Brunei ani panas, inda jua payah kali kan memakai summer dress yang cleavage low kan mati atu di Brunei. And mun pakai tights yang banarnya bejual untuk seluar lapis baju kurung atu baik tah jangan, makin tah bida usul orang Brunei, kana ketawakan saja uleh tourist.

Tapi kan, inda jua dapat ku blame rakyat Negara kitani pasal baju durang bida, pasal 1) Baju ku pun bida and 2) mun kadai di Brunei and Miri bejual baju cematu ganya, apa buleh buat, inda jua kan membawa Vogue and membuat baju tiap bulan di Freego kali. What we need is a kadai yang bisai and inda bejual baju trashy yang mihir and baju-bajuan atu murah. Macam, mun kan membali arah Elle atu lawa pulang bajunya, tapi mun blazer yang macam bos mamaku pakai keraja udah kan beratus...

So, warga-warga Brunei, di sini saya listkan kadai-kadai di Brunei yang bejual baju bisai-bisai, antah aku pun inda tau mengapa, pasal aku suka buat reviews kali.

IORA. Lawa like hell semua bajunya. And fashionable. Sini lah yang paling bisai bagiku. But if you’re looking for cheaper and more laidback clothes, then go to Hua Ho. Semua big branches durang lah. Ada Schwarzenbach, Googles, antah apa kah spellingnya, semua affordable and lawa and inda trashy. If you’re looking for extra lawa, try Bingo. Yang di Mall.

If kamu ada extra cash and willing to sacrifice for fashion, then go to Butik Eileen Chan. Lawa, and baru fashionable berabis.

You know what, I’ll end this uber useless post now.

Yes I dress like a drag queen jua,
Sarah Love

My post has nothing to do with the title, like every other crappy bestseller, it is a mere bait, luring you to read this useless post as I take you into the mad, mad world of cuti boredom.

Life is a lemon. One day it is masam. Ani represent time sekolah and exam yag kepisan kan mati yang kan menangis ganya inda rasanya membaca and mengcram padahal patutnya belajar awal but oh well no one does that anyway. The next day, life turns into an iced lemon tea. Sweet, but tad masam. Ani represents cuti panjang yang buring ani. Sweet, because you can bangun at 8 pagi or 8 malam and no one will start screaming SSSSSAAAAARRRRRAAAAAHHHHHHHH at the top of their lungs.

Masam pasal THERE IS ABSOLUTELY NOTHING TO DO TIME CUTI ANI.

Yes, aku whiny.

CUTI ANI BURING.

BURING.

BURINGBURINGBURING.

Okay.

Ani warm-up postku pasal batah udah ku inda blogging.

Pasal internet crappy like hell.

I will write a proper post,
Sarah love

So like. Ema and I went over to Sar's house today. With the intention of trashing her house.

But we made her sisters lunch instead. I love Ema. She's pretty, funny and she can COOK. Like whoa...over kill.

I made pancakes which they ate with nutella :D

So anyway. pictures because I have no idea what to say.


Ema preparing the chicken. ...how come we always take pictures of Ema with chickens, anyway? ;(


They had a quick break. Ema from preparing the chicken. Sar from hitting on Ema.


Then we went in one of Sarah's family cars.


Where we had fun with Sar's dad's sunglasses.


Now it's Ema's turn to have fun with it.


I refused to have my picture taken with the sunglasses but here's me looking insane :0


We also took poklen pictures with my hat.


I always look like a poklen as I always wear that hat so here's Ema with the hat :D


Gambar with kaki!


Another one because Ema has a feet fetish. I swear.


Eh. Then we did some other thing. Not worth mentioning here :(

So, I end this post with a picture of me and Ema looking like seriously idiotic poklens.


WOOT


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I forgot to upload this picture of Wan and Zat at my house, huddling in one blanket...watching "Whose line is it anyway?"



there. Now I'm REALLY done :P


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Ema working part-time at the grill, while Nisah's brothers played strip poker with miniature cards

Yes, Nisah only has three friends. How lucky is she?

Zati, Ema and I, vaining in the absence of Nisah, who was too busy changing her baby's diaper

If you can see zati then hey, congratufuckinlations, you've got super vision!*thumbs up* =D

Mau jua alliteration kan title ah XP Anyway, us Panatzorists went out with Aisah, Nadzirah and Ema yesterday. No particular reason, just spending some quality time outside school. As usual they all looked smokin' (figuratively of course, literally it would be bad) and we just did random stuff. Ema the gorgeous babe got uber male attention and I bet all the rest got some too. Unfortunately, nobody got laid yesterday. Drats. Here are some pics of us camwhores. I know it's not much but hey, deal with it pervs.

Ah... Ema gazing into the eyes of her forbidden lover, sarah. While zati, the boy in pink, tries to hide her jealousy

Me and my long time partner, c Ah. HAHA

Nisah pointing the camera at the mirror with the intention of taking a picture of herself *cough*vainass*cough*

Nis made the blog look so awesome, I think I'm gonna do a 'Bring it on' routine.

I'll say it time and again, Pinji is brilliant. Just look at our brand new layout.. Nuff said. It inspired me to write a post but I don't really have anything to post about. Hmm... Oh, I'll try to sound all smart and professional by writing an album review. Ehem...

My brother bought me an album recently by a band that I've never heard of. I was pretty sceptical about it since this particular brother of mine is very much into hip hop and stuff like that. So when I accepted the CD, I didn't expect much. It was from a band called 'Dream Theatre'. There's a lot of instrumental parts in it and when the vocals did come in, the guy's voice was so soft it made me squirm. But I like the guitar parts, it sounds very much like the parts in the classic rock songs which I find mysteriously soothing. The lyrics to their songs are very biblical yet also had a dark cult-like quality. Definitely not something I would listen to in the car with my mom. Overall, I would give it a 7/10 considering how technical the guitar parts are and there's only one guitarist. I salute! The words in the songs are also inspirational and well written, but dont expect something that you can sing along to.

Blog is being edited. Please don't cry in fear if you see the layout suddenly changes.

Love from Pinji.

Oh oh... I wanna add on to the poklen thingymajigs. Pls? I know I'm not a world class certififed poklen but I am friends with Sarah.... Thus, I rest my case.

Thou art a poklen if...

1) You use 'me' and 'you' in normal conversations which aren't even in English. E.g, "Me kan tidur sudah nie, you?" I don't know ah, but personally SAKIT ku mendangar. If you want to speak in English then speak in English, if you want to speak in Malay then speak in Malay lah. Then again, the world might get sucked up into a black hole if poklen's start speaking english... So stick to malay brunei.

2) You can't live without a bf for 5 secs. You just simply must have a bf or else you'd die just like a fish taken out of water for a few minutes. A bf is like your oxygen, the very thing that keeps you alive, to hell with school grades and family, as long as you have a bf by your side, life is great. Pfft.. go suck eggs woman.

3) You act cute and clueless. E.g You puff up your cheeks to make sure your inconspicuous dimples pop up when you smile, you lower your voice when talking to a guy or you publicise your fancy for cute furry animals. Just for attention from men. Tsk tsk tsk, if you have to resort to such horrific deeds to get attention then what does that mean?

4) You show-off your extra-curricular activities. E.g Those girls who say they love basketball, soccer, karate (ehem..) or some other sport. People are smart enough to know whether you're truly passionate about it or you're just trying to make yourself more interesting. Doubt that's even possible.

5) Generally poklens are just people who are desperately trying to be someone they're not. They think they're goths just because they wear eyeliner. They think they're punks just because they have spiky orange hair. They think they're vixens just because they're stick thin and wear revealing clothes.

So, advice to all, poklen or not poklen. Just be yourself. Nobody likes a phony and I'm sure pretending to be someone you're not gets tiring after a while. Just be happy with yourself and be unique. It doesn't matter what everyone else thinks. What matters is what you think of yourself :)

xoXoOxX,

Wan a.k.a Meng

Di kesempatan ini, kami panatzorists yang maybe ada bedosa arah kamu manusia sekalian ingin mengucapkan SELAMAT HARI RAYA.

Maaf Zahir dan Batin.

<3 Panatzorists

Yesterday was yet another puasa day, and every puasa day ends with the sungkai at 6.13. There is only one way to celebrate the sungkai, and that is with yummy food on the table, cooked, prepared and fatty. And everyone knows there are only three ways in which you can get those food.

Numero uno: Mum's cooking.
Best type of food ever, except when your mother is cranky from a long day at work. When she's not, she's all rajin, cooking awesomeawesome daging masak kicap, nasi goreng and loads other nyamannyaman food. When she's cranky, dearest father and us resort to the next best thing...

Nombor dua: Sungkai di kadai.

This is actually the preferred type of sungkai, especially when all you have at home is an amah who speaks in monosyllables and five sisters who never bothers to do housework and instead watches Laguna Beach before and after sungkai. Di kadai, there is no need for you to wash and wring the dishes (yes, I actually do that) and you can be all kambang as the waitresses at Sheraton rush to clear your plate away and you saunter off, taking yet another plate.

I have to comment on some of the sungkai places around Brunei. Sheraton Utama Hotel's Sungkai Buffet is by far the best ever. You get to dine in an uber posh environment and by the time you finish the appetizer you're already as full as a blimp. Or kembayau. The main course is biasa, the typical rice and fish and chicken and veggies, but they also have laksa and soto and western dishes, plus the nyamanest sizzling roast beef ever, freshly cut. For dessert, you can choose from Malay kuihs or sinful chocolate cakes or the prettily-cut fruits. Sheraton, a must.

ILotus and the Airport Cafeteria, also famous for their awesome sungkai buffet. Haven't tried them this year, will ask dad later.

Rizqun is also fine, if you're into crowds of people.

Most overrated sungkai place ever: the Yayasan Mari Bersungkai buffet! Listening to the repeated advert on the radio, you'd actually expect lines and rows of tents out there arah the open space, each tent filled with the promised good food and ambience. MY FOOT. All they have was some tents, not even filling one-half of the open space and the food available filled none of the tables. Don't go there if you're not into disappointment.

Another good place is the Arthini Nasi Kandar place behind the Bunut Shell Station. If you're into curry, ayam kurma, ayam kicap and Indian dishes, that's the place to go to, apart from Le Taj and Zaika. Course, you have to keep up with tons of other people, and you probably have to reserve your seats beforehand.

No sungkai review is complete without mentioning the Empire Hotel Sungkai buffet, but of course, like always, the food at Empire is overrated and plain. No different from other restaurants, but you get to be kambang pasal sungkai di Empire.


Nomor tiga: Membeli makanan di gerai-gerai Ramadhan.

This is my all-time favourite. Having good food on the table and not having to dress up to enjoy it. Awesome.

Yesterday, I went on my routine food-scouting arah the Stadium gerai. Start from the dapan, they sell prety good pais and other stuffs. Walk across the small longkang and approach the first stall on the right. They sell pretty alright kuihs. Walk on and to the left, there's this stall which sells the best bingka susu and bingka tarap. Walk on further, at the end you'll find a stall selling mee tiaw and mee mamak. The best ever. A regular on our dinner table. The stall next to it sells pretty decent hati buyah. If you're rajin, look for the Serikandi stall, they sell nyamannyaman briyani.

While buying food yesterday, tarus-tarus tia berangin berabis, kan ribut. Suddenly everyone was rushing and urging impatiently for the hawkers to pack their food "bah laju eh, ujan karang!" Instead of running away from the ribut and packing up, the tres. tres patient food hawkers stayed put, some of them standing in front of their stall, holding on to their tents, ready to pull it down should the persistent wind try to pull it apart. Anything for just a few more dollars.

Good food, and the chance to witness human nature at its best. Stadium gerai is my number one pick.

Another awesome gerai is the Anak-anak Hj. Metali gerai at the end of the Delima Satu place thingie. It's right at the end, near the Mubarak Book Emporium and Deejay video place. They sell the best food ever, despite their small stall. Their lalap and satay goreng is a must.

I can't say much about the gerai Ramadhan di Bunut, across the mosque. The food's fine, I guess, if you're into burgers and that. Go to the Stadium.

Bah, I'm tired. Have fun sungkai-ing later, loves. English Orals this afternoon.

I should be a food critic,
Sarah Oliver

Finally, an update from us loverly panatzorists! Yes, yes, we know, you've all missed us, but no fear, 'cause Sarah is here, and I can rant on about useless Bruneian facts, so useless that you might even find them useful.

If you don't know me, then it shouldn't take you a long time to figure out that yes, I am just another typical, lame and possibly brain dead teenage girl.

Well, as the title of this post states, I shall explain to all of you the well-known yet unknown Poklen Rule. Nope, I'm not imitating Ian, because Ian has his guy view of poklenism and I have the other gender which is not male's view of poklenism. In Brunei.

I wouldn't even bother explaining what a poklen is 'cause it's something that everyone from you to my culturally-deprived amah knows. Being judgemental Bruneians, as we all are, we tend to size people up by their appearance. A fake Juicy Couture bag screams out the word "POKLEN". Sure, you can't find a decent original Juicy Couture bag here in Brunei, seeing that even the lawaest boutiques in town coughdomanicough admit that the supposed branded things they sell are fake, at least stop showing off the handbag, because everyone knows they're fake. If you persist and still walk around with a handbag saying ADIBAS, you are a poklen.

Poklens rarely annoy the hell out of people, mainly because almost everyone else are poklens as well. Poklens are liked by everyone, and it is usually them poklens who get the hottest poklen guys and never in the history of poklenism has a poklen girl been single for more than 5 days. A poklen girl can walk around Tambing and Pasar Gadong and have all the hawkers' eyes on her. A poklen guy can strike the fancy of almost all types of girls, because non-poklen girls wonder what is it about these guys that make them so irresistible even in they're gerai dog tags.

Poklens love the radio. It is the numero uno most important thing in life apart from hanging out at The Mall and typing LiK3 diZzZz. Poklens can never go far without the radio. They can't send dedications to they're daling lating manja and they can't listen to all the best hits from ST12 and Rihanna. They can't send sober messages to the radio station when they break-up and they can't tell the world that they're abang shayang is on his way from Sg. Liang to Berakas. The radio is everything. We keep the radio.

I will update this later. If I'm still alive. And not murdered by poklens.

I don't hate you guys. I'm a poklen, too. I listen to Kristal and listen to that Ku Ingin Kamu song and I watched My Heart. And I type 'na' instead of 'nda'.

I love you all,
Star Dabedoo

It's my turn now :) *copy pastes from Nisah's*

Name(no order of preference): Sar/Sarah/Star when I'm a poklen
Age: 16 years 3 months I think.
Date of Birth: 20th March 1991
Reason(s) for living: to tolerate the things that can be tolerated
Hates: butterflies and homework
Motto in life: Never let anyone make you feel like you don't deserve what you want.

I am small and I worshipped Britney Spears in Primary Four.

Happy 41st b'day to sir zainal, our beloved biology teacher who has stuck by us for almost two years now. I must admit that we are damn blessed to have been given the honour of being his very first homeroom class for his very first year in MS. Rest assured that eventhough he hasn't taught for a long time here in MS, he has already made an impact. If that doesn't make him a darn good teacher then I don't know what does. WE ALL LOVE YOU SIR!!!

Today is our beloved Nisah's 16th birthday!!! Wouldn't it be cool to have a public holiday on your birthday? Lucky lucky pinji... Well,a year older, a little wiser right? Or.. yeah, whatever. Du du du.. Nis, if you're reading this... Have a smashing birthday and hope you'll have more great years ahead of you :)

Haha... the post has nothing to do with the title... I just like saying that word XP My pet-name for Sarah. Anyway, you might be wondering why nobody's posted in this place in zoinks and the reason is... bloodymotherfuckin third topical tests :) But don't worry, it'll end soon and before you know it. We shall watch pirates of the carribean and ddr till our butts fall off... YEEEHHAAAWWW~ Yes, I am hyper. My rootbeer was prolly drugged... blublublbublbublbu.

Lastly, I saw this poster on a form 3 class wall (I was screwing a from 3 kid during cca) *cough* and it says that... LISTEN is spelled with the exact same letters as SILENT. Have you guys ever noticed that? Bet you didn't~ Toodles *does bimbo hand-shake with everybody in the world*

According to Sarah, if someone miss-called you, you have to miss-call that person back. Or else you are doomed and you just lost a friend. Even if it's someone you don't know.

I've never heard of such rule but Sarah claimed it's one of the typical unspoken rule by Bruneian teens. Well, Sarah...YOU should know. *coughpoklencough*

Since I don't know any more of those weird rules, I'll leave that section to Sarah, seeing that she's the expert on that.

Anyway, here are the other interesting things asked by our fellow Bruneians (along with crappy English translation. Go me.) :

• "Bangun ko kah?" = "Are you awake?"
  -usually when you answer phonecalls.
• (or "Tidur kau sudah?" = "Are you asleep?")
  
• "Balik kau sudah?" = "Are you home yet?"
  -usually when you're still at school waiting for your dad/mom/driver/random dude to pick you up.
• "Eh, kau masih sini?" = "Eh, you're still here?"
  -same scenario as above.
• "Nyaman tah?" = "Is it good?"
  -when you're almost done eating something.
• "Bukannya kau inda suka makan atukan?" = "I thought you don't like to eat that"
  -When you're eating *insert whatever food you're eating*

Panatzorists down! Panatzorists down! Sarah Hanna and Hanisah have been found to be absent today from school apparently because of a fever. Wan was quoted to say that Sarah did indeed look like crap yesterday during training and Sarah even foreshadowed the event of her absence. Hanisah however did attend school this morning but only managed to survive until break time until which she was escorted by her father home. Therefore Zati and Wan spent quality time together for the remainder of the day, talking smack about moleymoleymoley ridiculously annoying biyatch and bonding with the beloved budak-budak ginis upfront. We sincerely hope for the fast and miraculous recovery of both members of the Panatzorists and also wishes for their presence back in school as soon as possible. Also, we would like to wish our close friend Ian a smashing birthday. Thank you, more updates on Channel Dot later.

Lollers. Aku copypaste kamu punya saja :B

Name(in no order of preference): Zati/Zat/Pau
Age: 15 years somethingsomething months
Date of Birth: 23rd June 1991
Reason(s) for living: to make my parents proud :), and to turn everyone into pacifists
Hates(in no order of preference): clowns and loss
Motto in life: To err is human. To forgive, divine. =)

It's my turn now :) *copy pastes from Meng's*

Name(no order of preference): Nis/Pinji/OI
Age: 15 years 11 months
Date of Birth: 31st May 1991 (...I like cakes :))
Reason(s) for living: to make people feel good about themselves
Hates: all insects and people trying to commit suicide
Motto in life: The world is how you make it.

We all know which backstreet boy is gay so we are here to stay. Resistance is futile. Now have fun and don't let the bedbug bite; they may or may not give you aids.

Alright, before we get too carried away with this miraculous page of the web, I think it's only appropriate that we introduce ourselves (P.S: It doesn't matter whether you agree or not cos I'm gonna do this shit anyways).

Name(in order of preference): Wan/Meng/Sar's babun
Age: 16 yrs 7 mths
Date of Birth: 7 sept 1990
Reason(s) for living: karate, DDR, spartan-like men *drools*
Hates: spiders, tummy aches, show-offs, wannabes, decision making
Motto in life: What doesn't kill you only makes you stronger

Well, hope you'll enjoy this little patch of haven that me and my mates will reside in and do remember that yes, we are insane and yes, we did create sailormoon. Have a nice day suckers :)

We decided that the world needs another "OHMYGOD" blog. Thus.

Have a nice day.