I may not know about you, but personally I find them annoying, pesky and downright a thorn in the flesh. Or a pain in the bum. Whichever you choose.

For me, privacy is an integral part of my life. If I choose not to add people I do not know, it is my choice. I hate people, complete strangers, whom I know nothing about, coming up to me in social networking sites and say “hey let’s be friends add me pweez.” To that I say go jump off a bridge, I do not even know you.

I only add personal friends I know in Facebook. Keeps the interface clean and simple. No more stupid updates from vague acquaintances. I just went and deleted like two dozen contacts whom I regard as no more than annoying additions to my Facebook-ing experience.

And what a relief it was to slam the door in their faces.

What would you feel when someone adds you just for fun? At first it might seem okay, there is no harm done right? Yet after some time it gets annoying. You get updates from people you barely know. I really, really despise that.

So yeah. Goodbye strangers.

Wow, I just watched TV3 and surprise surprise, SMK Green Road made it into the news! Some girl managed to clinch the top prize for New Strait Times Spell-it-Right challenge.

For full story go here : New Strait Times Spell-It-Right Challenge

Finally, something to be proud of. I now am convicted of my school’s capability to produce truly quality brains. Something that is at times hard to believe given the utter foolhardy and devil-may-care attitude of those buffoons, especially in the lower forms. People who do not care much about education, you know?

I have a thing with scents. Cannot really explain why. I doubt there is anyone who does not like the whiff of something he or she subconsciously likes. They trigger your floodgates of emotions, unleashing an unexplainable torrent of feelings you either want to ignore or be drowned in.

I cannot quite put a finger on the very distinct scent I like. It defies words. The only things that comes to mind when I smell it is of a serene, tranquil picture, a faraway meadow with clear blue sky and a sea of daffodils reflecting the sunlight. Perhaps I have a thing for scented flowers. Yet let me assure you I am not a weird guy who likes scented flowers. Research has proven certain flowers produce  chemical substance that gives off wonderful scents and triggers certain parts of your brain.

Then again, what kind of smell I like also depends on my mood. Sometimes another type of scent invokes shades of red in my mind – velvet red curtains and scented candles and rose petals-strewn beds. Let me stop here, you get the picture. That intoxicating scent that can send your heart into overdrive. I cannot remember the last time I felt this way – most often than not I catch the whiff from some unknown lady passing by or some close female friends. Lest I should sound like a pervert, let me just say I only know the scent when I smell it. I could not describe it in 100 years even if I wanted to.

With the advent of the term ‘metrosexual’ which almost exclusively applies to men, many a self-conscious macho guys now use perfumes to appear sophisticated and lets people look at them in a whole new different light. As in manly yet sensitive. Fortunately I have yet to come across many of these. Otherwise I would get caught up and start spraying stuff on myself, which I doubt has any benefits anyway unless it is for a special occasion.

What makes me wonder, though, is why some girls do not like perfume. Hmm. Anyone care to enlighten me?

I remember this highly emotional song from James Blunt. I used to listen to it whenever I feel the blues because the lyrics are so in tune and you feel your soul flowing along the soothing albeit sad river of tunes. It was a very wrong sort of bliss where you escape and try to soak yourself in a bad, bad dream that you wish you would never wake up from because it would not make much difference anyway, being awake and asleep.

Get what I mean? Never mind.

Last night, torrents of rain washed out the foul scent from the air and people woke up to fresh, cool air after what seemed like ages of choking haze. The news reported that it was actually man-made, apparently using the latest flare technology from the US. Cloud-seeding is not new in Sarawak. It does exactly that – encourage formation of clouds. I guess it was a wee bit too effective, judging from the extent of heavy rain last night.

Yet today, a sort of gloomy weather hangs over the city. Looks like it is about to rain, with the air being cool and moist and thunder rumbling in the distance. I hate this weather. Brings up all sort of sad feelings inside me. I wonder why bad weather makes me feel this way.

Gah. Wish the clouds will get it over and be done soon. I feel like they are gloating and taunting me, deliberately not letting the water down and just hanging in the sky, letting me stew in my own dark world.

The old Sony Ericsson J230i rang with vigour. A new message, I thought. Then it hit me, gosh, not now. I am still not ready yet.

With a heavy heart I walked towards it and picked it up. New message from Evon. Hmmm. Pressed ‘read’. “Checked yours?” Two simple words that sent my heart into an adrenaline-stimulated blood-pumping frantic organ that seemed to scream for a relieve by exploding.

Slowly I picked up my other phone, the ancient Nokia and dialled KTT’s number.

Then I put down the phone. All of a sudden, the world seemed a little bit brighter.

I used to spend time, wondering whether the time will come or nay. Either way, everything still depended on us passing the A2 exam, even though we have got our placements at the universities. Apparently many people scored perfect score of 15, way better than our AS.

With the final hurdle cleared, we are ready to fly. Now, it seems, all of us can proudly hold our heads high in the air and say “Czech Republic, here we come.”

Oh boy, I have been waiting for ages to say that. Thank you Lord.