bugger.

My throat irritates me to the point of sending my fingers scratching the outsides without much success in easing the twitch. Hate it. Damn those Mandarin oranges!

Chinese New Year, tomorrow. It's a yearly nuisance that the neighbors would fire their noisy mercun papan to ward off the spirits. Tahan je lah kan. I do, however, look forward to the empty high ways and abundance of parking spaces in malls.

I bought Stephanie Meyer's non-Edward Cullen swamped novel, The Host, and am enjoying the story. Not without a few winces. See, her vocabulary isn't swamped with new, fresh words. She repeats them, annoying me because having enguled myself with the four addictive books for the past couple of months, these words seem all too recycled at this stage.

growl.

scowl.

hiss.

...

rolls eyes.

But she does have a knack in describing how her character feels in the situation she is being put in, which makes her writing bareable, if not entertaining.

Roxy's huge. Her claws have outgrown it's welcome and I'm hating her every time she drags her paws down my short legs. Cute little thing is now a medium sized irritation. Love her no less, though. I miss Tiger too; I haven't heard much about him since the news about him twisting his leg last week.

sayang.

Also, Khrist's party was awesome. We played little games and the people were warm- some too excited with the presence of many individuals- but delightful nonetheless. The cake was sedap sehingga menjilat jari kaki. Her mom is an excellent cook, and I must admit I favoured Devin's butter cake over Khrist's :p

hehe.

Again.

Mandarin oranges are evil.

Crys