Novels have always been one of my weaknesses (the other is fast food.) And I have like four of it to finish during the holidays. If you remember, I borrowed four to last for the holiday, and now, I'm done with two of them.

I finished my second one - a 631 pages novel, no less, yesterday. :) It took me 5 hours plus some distractions, to finish them, and the makciks are pissed now. You see, I decided that the evening would be a perfect time for me to read start on the novel. And once I start, I can't stop. I just caught up in my own little world, and forgot about everything else. And when they say lights off, I was quite demented and really was determined to finish the novel before I can sleep in peace. So I read in the dark thanks to the hp light function.

Yes, sleeping at 1am to finish a novel is worthwhile to me.

You might be thinking now, get a life! But yes, I am pretty much much happier by myself, laze on the bed, and engage myself in a good book for 5 hours and not move a muscle, than watch the re-run of re-run of re-run of Mr Bean's Christmas.

It was quite irritating that them people were laughing out loud at the slightest sign of stupidity shown by Mr Bean, when they know what was coming next. I mean, yes, it's funny and all. But not after you've watch the same thing every bloody year when Christmas is near.

And worse, when you watch and laugh and say "this is the part where he got his head stuck under that thing!" Pfft.

Anyhow, I, no doubt, am convince that I have a better life than Mr Bean. And that's good news. :) I mean, come on, the guy sends himself Christmas cards. How sad is that?

Sheesh.

Why am I even talking about Mr Bean in the first place? :0

So yes, whole point of these many paragraphs is I rot by reading a novel the whole day yesterday till 1am and everyone woke up late,and late for work, and conveniently blamed it on me that I slept late. Them adults have the knack of blaming anything wrong on us. And tho I hate to admit it, sometimes most of the time, they are right.

And yes, this is one of those times that they are right.

So to stop myself from feeling guilty, and Cik Sam from keep nagging about sleeping-late, me being me, I feel obligated to help around the house. Now, for those who know me really well, don't go "oh, how sweet!" on me now.

If you're not in the know, I'm the not-so-reliable person when it comes to housework. Sweeping is not really an excitable task, isn'it? Vacuuming, maybe. And no, peeling anything once alive and now not breathing, makes me freak out.

But what to do?

I did them anyway. Have you ever peel prawns' skins? I bet you have, you reliable people you. But no, as a matter of fact, today was my first time. I swear I always think that prawns are orange, and not grey-ish. Yes, my mind is still in the "all-that-tastes-good-looks good" mode. If they would have shown me the grey prawns when I'm a kiddo, I won't still be swallowing them 12 years later. :) Oh, and my hands are still reeking of prawns.How exciting.

Ok, I know this is just random rambling. I guess I should just shut up now, before I make myself sounds more dumb-er than I already am. Yes, today you learn new things about me. I love vacuuming, and I hate peeling.

Oh, come to think of it, forget about the I-think-prawns-are-supposed-to-be-orange part, please.

Cheers?