The Insatiable

This is not a werecollie

Today was the first day of classes.
Or at least it would have been had I gone to all my classes.
I did go to one, so I am not a complete slacker.
And I probably would have gone to all had I not spent the whole night watching True Blood.
And then slacked class to watch the rest of the episodes.
Tsk tsk tsk. Bloody addict.

True Blood is basically vampire porn. No, wait, it's just porn. Masquerading as a vampire mystery series. Seriously. All the stuff that Twilight was missing...it's right here. But it's still interesting. Luckily they haven't solved the mystery yet. I bet it's the coroner. And I bet Sam is a werewolf. or a were...collie. Hah!

And I don't understand AT ALL why Sookie (I know. Like, wth kind of name, right?) would prefer Bill the Weird Vampire over Sam, the Adorable Bartender. Oh, because otherwise there would be no story. Yeah. Oops.

But come on. Some dude who sleeps in the dirt, drinks blood...yadda yadda, you know the drill and let's not waste time talking about the vampire vs a really cute guy who is in love with her since forever and has adorable curly hair and the cutest nose. And a cute butt too.



Obviously no one is watching this for the snide intellectual repartee and depth of characters.
That's what we have House for.

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That was yesterdays post, which I did not succeed in posting because Dazz (formerly Magnet Girl) burst into the room and insisted on watching vampire porn with me.
Nah, just kidding.
That only happened after I tried to convince my best friend, NobleLilyFlower, that she was an unstoppable shopaholic.
I mean, seriously, some people are in denial.


Heh heh heh.

Happy New Year.
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The Darling Tide

I was searching the net for images of sand saref when I went to IMDB and discovered this nugget:

Jack Foley: It's like seeing someone for the first time, and you look at each other for a few seconds, and there's this kind of recognition like you both know something. Next moment the person's gone, and it's too late to do anything about it.

It's from the movie Out of Sight with George Clooney and JLo.

It also has this brilliant quote:

"Oh, man, if I wasn't stoned there is no way you would have talked me into this! "

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I have also discovered the excellent Jonatha Brookes. Yeah, that's her real name. I bet her parents wanted a boy too. She sang I'll Try from Peter Pan 2 which I figured nobody watched.

So anyway, she also sang There's More True Lovers Than One.

Isn't that a cool title?

Cool right?

But it doesn't beat Who's Got the Crack by The Moldy Peaches.

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I wanted to watch Australia next since I've watched The Spirit. But the reviews have been so bad, I think I'll skip it. Maybe.

So the next movie would be...............................Underworld???????????????????????????

Urgh.

Think I'll stay in my decrepit hostel room til Coraline comes out.

On Your Knees Then

Apa nak buat...nama Sand Saref sangat cool

My roommate finally came back. Yay. I am no longer alone and listless and now have a reason to live. Etc etc cue violin music.

See, I have been very lonely. Sheena, Queen of the Jungle went to Ireland. Magnet Girl hasn't come back. Kat has gone off for some family holiday on some godforsaken island far away (okay. she actually went to Sipadan). And then my Bastion of Goodwill (my roommatelah) went off to Perlis. Like wth. Leaving me alone. And bored.

Alone is not so bad.
Bored is bad. Bored is just so boring. The more you run from it, the more it chases you. It's a Bloody Phantasm.

Anyway, now that I am un-bored, I decided to give all my friends weird nicknames. Like the abovementioned. So basically Trin will be Sheena, Iylia will be Magnet Girl, Kat will be Kat and roommate will be Bastion (no connection to the evil Marvel character).
Until I get bored with it.
And start naming people after smurfs.

I finally watched The Spirit today. Yay. One down. A dozen more to go.
It was kind of weird actually. I mean, I've never read any of the comics, so I didn't know what to expect. So I based my expectations on the previews. And ads.

So OBVIOUSLY I thought the movie was about five hot chicks and a guy named The Spirit.
Have you seen the posters? It has Eva Mendes in a skintight suit. It has Jaime King floating around. It has Scarlett Johanssen and her vaguely porno-librarian appeal. Like wth. Talk about false advertising.

The movie was weird. And the weirdest thing about the movie were the women. See

1. Sand Saref

Hot girl skateboarder grows up to be hot woman jewel thief. Who signs crime scenes by photostating her ass. Also marries many guys and kills them all. Or they just happen to die from being married to her, I don't know.

2. Silken Floss

Extremely irritating sidekick to an extremely irritating villain. And yet. It IS Scarlett after all. And she has the best wardrobe.

3. Lorelei Rox

I have no idea who she is or what her purpose is in this movie except to give us some mysterious subtext on Spirit's immortality. The subtext is lost on me.

4. Morgenstern

Irritating rookie cop with nice legs. And big guns.

5. Plaster of Paris

Bellydancing French psychopathic weirdo.

I couldn't understand how you could have so many good looking women in one place and yet have a movie with almost zero sex appeal. In my opinion, they should have just let Gabriel Macht walk around shirtless.

Not as bad as Max Payne, but nowhere as cool as Sin City.
But then SC had like a dozen hot chicks and Clive Owen.

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Prologue

Atau

Apa Yang Berlaku Selepas Itu

Lepas tu Bastion bawak balik nasi lemak dari Perlis.
Gile bapak sedap.
Aku pun makan setengah, walaupun aku dah makan.
Lepas tu aku menanya diri aku, kenapalah aku makan lagi sedangkan aku dah makan dan sepatutnya berdiet?
Aku tidak dapat menjawab pertanyaan aku (tidak seperti biase, di mana aku boleh menghabiskan pergaulan yang lengkap dengan diri sendiri), maka aku bertekad untuk tidak mengendahkan soalan itu.

Apa nak buat.

Sambal dah kat dalam perut...

A Word In Spanish

The pillar of Christmas

I once took a Spanish course in uni.

It only lasted a couple of months, (thanks to my 3D lecturer who decided to change her schedule and caused me to have to pay a RM 50 dropping-subject fine. Which still makes me sore because I hate 3D) and all I learned was that some things are male and some are female. Most stuff are female. And they have a couple more alphabets than the romans do. They also gave everyone a Spanish name. Like Alejandro and Rosalinda. Very 3-5pm latin soap opera.

Which I would have nothing of.
I took the name Pilar.

Yes.

It does mean pillar.

In defense, it's supposed to mean pillar of God. But I only chose it cause it sounded cool, and you wouldn't hear people going 'Pilar! Mataste a mi familia y mi premio burro! Now you will die!

Which alleviated me above the crass commercialism of Raquel and Juanita (or so I like to think, because in actuality I came late for that class and the only names left were Paulina, Rosalina and Pilar. I mean, come on).

Anyway, this semester, I am taking Mandarin. To make myself more marketable in the face of graduating into a global recession. Nothing like desperation to make you a more worldly person. Everyone told me to learn mandarin. And then my (Indian Extremist) uncle jumped in and said I should learn Hindi.

Eh?

Why in God's name would I want to be more hirable in INDIA? When I can earn way more and at the same time not suffer chronic digestive illnesses in SINGAPORE?

Or, of course, KL.

Anyway, I very kindly made no comment to that. But it got me thinking. About languages. And history. And (in the Christmas spirit) God.

Wouldn't it be cool if we were born already knowing the language of our forefathers? And the history of our people? Like, we'd have everything naturally downloaded into our brains while we float around in amniotic bliss.
Man, I would have hit paydirt. Half a dozen languages. Whoa. I would have had such a bright future as a UN translator.

We'd be pre-born. Like Alia in Dune. Except without a dominant psychopathic personality. We'd be like Ganima and Leto II. But not really. We'd just download all the history of our people instead of only our ancestors.
We'd have a complete understanding of history. So we wouldn't let it recur. See. That is such a brilliant concept for humanity.

But nooo. What do we get instead?
Original sin.
Which begets Catholic Guilt.
Which gets people like me to church on Christmas.

So Merry Christmas everyone.

Don't Shoot Me Santa

Bugger Schroedinger

I intended to write about something that had been bugging me for awhile. It's about a cat. Schroedinger's Cat.

It's a theory about a cat in a box with poison set to go off at a certain time (something like that lah). And since they are no external observers, the cat is thought to exist as both dead and alive.

At first I thought it was pretty interesting.

Then I read up about it. Apparently even Einstein backed this theory.

Whoa, I thought. And then it got me off on deep thoughts on states of matter and existence and all that stuff. Also they were using words like quantum decoherence and hydrocyanic acid.

Cool or what right?

Then I really thought about the practical application of this experiment.

Then I realised that either

A) Einstein and the rest of these super-intellectuals are serious bozos

or

B) I had completely misunderstood the point of the experiment.

because to me, obviously, THERE IS NO POSSIBLE WAY THE CAT IS IN A STATE OF DEAD/ALIVE/ZOMBIFIED. Like what the hell.

Like no matter how intellectual you want to seem, coming up with a theory that says a cat MAY exist in a state of neither-here-nor-there just because no one is there to see it does not in the least make it possible or you look any smarter.

Say you walk in a dangerous jungle full of poisonous snakes and rotting trees. You are alone. You may get bitten by a snake, eaten by an unknown hungry animal or, if you really have crappy luck, have a decrepit tree fall on your head. OR you may not. Do you then walk around half dead/half alive? So if no one is looking, all of a sudden are you zapped into a semi-human state?

Anyway, I then realised it's explaining something to do with quantum mechanics. Of which I know nothing of. Absolutely nothing. So I also realised that the experiment had nothing to do with practical application, because (I hope to God) Einstein and Schroedinger could not possibly be that full of themselves. Which meant I didn't understand anything about The Cat. The words they used started to scare me. For example, quantum mechanics. Superposition. Thermodynamically irreversible. Wave function collapse.

I felt like I was reading the script for star trek or something. Except this was actual stuff that people study.

Boy do I feel sorry for those people.

Why Do You Build Me Up, Buttercup?

I used to have a hamster, named Buttercup.

He was the nicest, softest, stupidest hamster who ever lived.

I used to hate hamsters.

They always bit me when I used to stick my fingers in the cage and try to forcefully pet them. I mean, talk about ingratitude. And also, the threat of rabies.

Freakin rodents.

But Buttercup changed the way I looked at them.

His friend and cagemate, Dr. Evil Brownie Varkoff (or something like that; my brother named him), did not help at all in mending human-hamster relations.

He bit EVERYTHING, including the cage and the water bottle, until the cat clawed out one of his eyes.

After that he only bit stuff he could see with his left eye.

Anyway.

What I am trying to say is, just because you used to hate something, doesn't mean you will hate it forever. All it takes is the right something to change your mind.

So ends my sermon for the day.

If I do this everyday for a week, I might be able to claw my way back into heaven's good graces.

Not.



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Guess what. I have a friend who should be on I Have a Famous Face!

See:

Okay, just pretend the other three girls are not in the picture...I know it's hard...but try anyway...focus on the smallest target.

See! Doesn't Kat look like Jessica Alba?

Now I can get Kat to do all kinds of things and pretend she is Jessica Alba and sell the pictures to the paparazzi and live happily off the ill-gotten gains.

Mwahaha.

Mwahahaha.

Awright! Now I don't need to get a job after I graduate!

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Everyone. There is a movie you must all go and watch that is coming out in 2009.

No, it is not Watchmen.

It is not Star Trek.

It is not X-Men Origins: Wolverine...OH MY GOD, I just found out Emma Frost, Gambit and Deadpool are gonna be in the movie!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hey, who's playing Emma Frost? I bet it's some ditzy blonde. Man, she is so going to screw up the role. If they cast Leslie Bibb, I am so gonna...write a nasty letter to Stan Lee. Everyone knows Frost was originally a brunette anyway. So they should get Drusilla to play her. Heh heh heh.

WOW they're making a Sherlock Holmes movie! With Robert Downey jr! This is unbelievable. It has Jude Law in it too.

Be still my beating heart.

As much as I love Holmes and Mr. Ironman, separately, I cannot see them together. I mean, come on. If Holmes had looked anything like Downey jr, would he have become a dissipated opium-head? Oh wait. Downey jr looks like Downey jr, and he still became a dissipated drug addict alcohoholic womaniser.

Hey, they're making Dorian Gray too. With Ben Barnes. The gay dude from Caspian. Yeah, I can see this one working out real well.

Anyway. Er. Yeah.

The movie everyone should watch in 2009 is

Disney's The Princess and the Frog.

No, really.

Why?

Hey, I'm a girl. I love Disney princesses. There hasn't been a Disney 2D movie in ages.

This one's a musical AND set in pre-utter-annihilation New Orleans.

And the princess isn't blonde.

The Trials of Heracles

Oh, how I cringe at my Sappiness Attack of yesterday.

I will never write just after watching a sappy, feelgood romance.

Obviously all that happy stuff isn't real! Nope. The movie for the realists is Dangerous Liaisons.

Because illusions are by their nature sweet.

And everyone dies in the end.

Also, it has Keanu Reeves.

Anyway. I made pancakes today. The pancakes made me realise how out of touch with reality I had become.

No, seriously.

This is what happened

1. I make batter, then realise I forgot to put in eggs.

The ingredients for pancake is milk, sugar, flour. And eggs.

How did I forget one ingredient out of a four ingredient recipe?

I. Don't. Know.

2. I put in eggs.

The batter starts to resemble rubber sap.

I make a pancake.

The taste resembles rubber sap.

I add more milk.

The pancake resembles baby puke.

I call my mother.

3. What's wrong sweetheart?

Ma! I can't make pancakes!

Okay.

I can always make pancakes! I've been making pancakes forever!

Yes sweetie. But actually, you haven't. You always try. And then you get into a murderous rage. And then I come.

What, and save the day? I don't remember any of this. I remember making pancakes. By myself.

Okay. What's wrong?

I tell her what's wrong.

She tells me what to do.

4. I add more sugar.

It tastes like rubber sap + sugar.

I add more flour.

The whisk stands up.

The pancake sticks to the non-stick pan.

I call my mother.

5. Ma! It's not working!

Honey. Have some patience. You have no patience.

I have patience! I'm here aren't I? Being patient. With the pancakes.

Okay.

I'm losing it. First I find I can't debate, now I can't even make pancakes??!!

...Sweetie, are you talking loudly and waking everyone up?

(See, I love my Mum. She just ignores my inner turmoil).

6. I add more milk. More flour. More sugar.

And cooking oil.

The pancake doesn't stick to the pan.

It doesn't taste like rubber sap.

It doesn't exactly taste like pancake either.

But who cares.

I call my mother to tell her how much I love her and blame her for my inability to make pancakes.

I go back to sleep.

See? That is real life.

But really, I have no idea how I forgot to make pancakes. It's PANCAKES for crying out loud.

The cause of ruination of my pancakes (I have to blame somebody)

More Than Anyone

This is Anakin Skywalker

I just watched Penelope, and once again proved that I am a sap.
I knew that I wasn't jaded! I knew it. It was just that twilight was a lame, cheesy movie.
It wasn't because my heart is cold and dead in my chest.

Anyway. I've never thought James McAvoy was in any way hot or attractive. Especially compared to Hugh Dancy. Or Jim Sturgess.
But after watching the movie...I want my own Johnny Martin!
I want a floppy haired, goodhearted, piano playing former gambler!
I'm serious.
I want someone who'll love me without ever even thinking about my pig snout. And I want him to not stop loving me even though I almost marry someone else, even though I haven't seen him for months, even though even though even though..
And I want him to just sit there in his crappy sublet and wait for me and never push, or force, or act selfishly, because I would come.
Because if he's The One, and I'm The One, I'll know it. I mean, I would. I would know it.

But I'm not saying James McAvoy is The One.
Duh.
Maybe Hugh Dancy kot.

Stained Glass Angels

Vampires/ Krakens/ Debaters

Well. I finally watched twilight. And I was burning with anticipation to rip it apart here but now my mood is sunk. Like the titanic. Except no one's going to make an award-winning movie out of it.

So. All I'm going to do is make a list of how the Cullens rate on the gay-dar.

4. Emmet
3. Edward
2. Jasper
1. Carlisle

Edward and Jasper almost tied, because I actually prefer Jasper's look of constant constipation compared to Edward's, but Ed was saved when he rolled up his shirtsleeves.
That is cute.

Aside from the overwhelming clicheness and inability to converse by the main characters, there is one serious problem with twilight.


It's popularity.

See, the book series is so popular, the casting director thinks she can get away with casting ho-hum looking vampires and lovers with non-existant chemistry, and get away with it because a zillion pimply, naive adolescent girls are going to buy a zillion tickets anyway.

It's so popular, the director thinks he can get away with an hour of spectacularly un-interesting vampire-human romance and another hour of spectacularly un-attention grabbing action scenes, because of the abovementioned reason.

It's so popular, the scriptwriter thinks he can get away with lines like:

1. I had an adrenaline rush. It happens all the time. You can Google it.
2. I can't be without you.
3. Hold tight spidermonkey.
4. I want to be with you forever.
5. So. Finally, the lion falls for the lamb.

AAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. WTH SPIDERMONKEY?????????AAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH.
The cheesiness makes my brain want to explode.
And the scriptwriter knows that either

a) these lines come from the book and fans want to hear it no matter how ridiculous it sounds out loud
b) these lines come from the mouths of characters whose fans don't care what they say so long as they speak

and then these same fans go around quoting these lines.
Actually quoting them.
To other members of the human race.
Like a disease.

Okay, okay.
Ally and I decided there was one salvageable line

You're my own personal stash of heroin (or something like that).

We predict this to be the pickup line of choice for underage guys for the next couple of months.
Now, if the whole movie had run along the lines of heroin, and drugs, and violence then it would be an acceptable vampire movie. Yes. Perpetuate the myth.
Since Eddie likes to go around claiming he is the greatest predator of all time despite sparkling (serious. he sparkles. that is so not-vampire like. shame) in the sunlight, they should have shown them feeding and drinking and shooting up.
Otherwise, what's the big deal about Bella falling in love with a vampire? So he shines. So he lives forever. He's just a normal guy with no problems.

B-o-r-i-n-g.

To make up for the rehashed lines in twilight, here are a few of the more thoughtful quotes from less...boring movies:


5. I'm just a girl, standing in front of a guy, asking him to love her. - Notting Hill

4. And it's not that I want to have you, it's that I want to deserve you. - Dangerous Liaisons

3. Why is it that we only feel compelled to chase the ones that run away? Immaturity?. - Dangerous Liaisons

2. Then let's say God puts two people on Earth and they are lucky enough to find one another. But one of them gets hit by lightning. Well then what? Is that it? Or, perchance, you meet someone new and marry all over again. Is that the lady you're supposed to be with or was it the first? And if so, when the two of them were walking side by side were they both the one for you and you just happened to meet the first one first or, was the second one supposed to be first? And is everything just chance or are some things meant to be? - Ever After

1. Blahh! I am a Kraken from the sea! - Juno.

Like Fire Melting Snow

This post has no purpose except to fill a hole in me otherwise boring life. Yes, I should be asleep. But I can't sleep.

I have packed, so I can't finish my anime marathon.

I haven't picked up my GG fix from Trin, so I have nothing to watch.

I am just left here, with you, my dear old blog.

I don't even have anything smart to say.

So I'll tell a story about my room mate.

(Kira gossip lah ni).

The other day she went out with this guy.

He has a girlfriend.

She used to like him.

I think that he really likes her.

But he's a guy. And therefore he thinks he can have his cake and eat it too.

Sialan.

Anyway, my roommate went out because she figured just because they didn't work out doesn't mean they can't be friends.

The guy, of course, totally misconstrued it.

They were having a perfectly normal conversation until it started raining, and I suppose he got into a confessional, romantic and basically idiotic mood and he asked her why she still went out with him even though he has a girlfriend.

My roomie was like what the hell??..

Now, my roomie is not someone you want to mess with when it comes to a war of words. Especially if you're a guy (you can esee us egging each other on in our guy-deologies).

So she said, Hey, dude, I'm going out with you because I think of you as a friend. You don't mean anything more to me than that. What makes you think I am that type of girl?

Maybe I did like you once, but after what you did, I cannot ever see you in the same light or let you into my heart ever again (rough translation here). So please don't get the wrong impression...

...And then she delivered the words that will become legend for me...

...sebab kalau kau ade pun same je macam kau takde.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

That girl is my hero.

This is what the guy must have felt like.

Lagu-Lagu Soundtrack Hidupku

Sebelum adanya Gossip Girl dan Nate Archibald, adanya Buffy the Vampire Slayer dan Angel. Dan Spike. Dan Faith. Dan Oz.

Sebenarnya aku kira mahu update blog.

Tetapi duduk sahaja di sini aku sedar..

aku tidak ada apa-apa untuk di-update-kan.

Ya, aku masih single.

Aku masih ada dua kaki, dua tangan, empat mata.

Aku masih tidak merokok, tidak minum arak, tidak keluar lewat malam, tidak tidur sepanjang hari, tidak mengamalkan pemakanan yang sihat, dan tidak pandai menipu.

Haih.

Mahu update apa macam nih.

Crash and Burn Girl

Does anyone remember Life As A House?
Neither do I.

Anyway, I was watching Jumper and started thinking about Hayden Christensen.
Which isn't hard because the movie is basically all about Hayden Christensen. And his trenchcoat.

(I was also watching Definitely, Maybe and About A Boy (again), but, hello, Ryan Reynolds vs Hugh Grant vs Hayden Christensen?).

But it wasn't just Hayden I was really thinking about. It was his female co-stars.
(Although Rachel Weitz in both the abovementioned movies is far superior to Rachel Bilson.We're talking like galaxy-size superiority here).
Was it just me and my ingrained jealousy against anyone who wasn't me who gets to paw at Hayden, or is Bilson's head a little too big for her body?
I mean, honestly. Look closely. She's like one of those Bobble-heads people keep on the dash.
In the makeout scenes I found myself wondering if he tounged her too hard, maybe her head would fall off her neck.

Sadly, this did not occur.

She survived, and is now currently dating him.

Argh.

Let's not dwell on horrid stuff.



There's actually only one of Hayden's costars that I was thinking deeply about.

Natalie Portman.

This is because I believe she isn't human.
Not totally human anyway.
I believe that she is, in fact, half fairy.
Seriously.
Look at her nose. She has a perfect nose.
Look at her eyes. They're both wild and intelligent. Not to mention perfectly shaped.
And her cheekbones, and her chin and her lips. All perfect. Even the little beauty mark on her right cheek.
If you look at her photos (as I have been doing for the past half hour), she has the face of an angel, and the face of a wild thing.
Okay, she's a bit short.
But what do you expect from a fairy person?
They're called Little People for a reason.
And no matter what scene she is in SHE ALWAYS LOOKS PERFECTLY CLEAN.
Like a living doll. Like dirt, muck, grime and makeup just slide off her skin.
She has perfect skin.
Or if my theory is correct, she has the perfect illusion of perfect skin.

Which human being always looks perfect? Even Scarlett Johanssen looked slightly bedraggled in The Other Boleyn Girl, but Natalie just looked serene, and calm and perfect.

Even when her head was about to be chopped off.

I don't mean that she is aesthetically perfect (although to me, she is), but her features and her physicality as it is has always got a sense of untouchability. Like she is beyond this human crap.

Anyway, she was Amidala.

She pwns all other chicks.

This is a Bobble Head

Zatanna Zatara

This is the new, improved, yet-to-be tortured, mutilated or murdered Agatha Harkness

Today, having nothing much to do (okay, okay, nothing AT ALL to do), I started thinking about my future.

Okay, that's also a lie. What I did was watch 8 episodes of Witch Hunter Robin before checking comic book updates at comicvine.com, which lasted several hours as I was sidetracked by the Women in Refrigerators theory (I just realised I don't know how to spell refrigerator. Argh. The Irony. Of studying for three years and misspelling a kitchen appliance).

Women in Referigerators is a theory wherefore female comic book characters are killed, raped, maimed, mutilated, depowered, prostituted, paralysed, tortured and/or generally made to suffer to create sympathy for the storyline/male hero and to make readers take the storyline/villain seriously.

Wow.
That's like some serious psychological shit from a comic book writer.
And then I read the list.
Here is an excerpt of the list:

Ms. Marvel I/Warbird/Binary (mind-controlled, impregnated by rape, powers and memories stolen, cosmic-powered then depowered, alcoholic - SHEESH!)

Jubilee (tortured for information, crucified/died/resurrected, impaled through the chest on an iron beam, depowered)

Rogue (just plain messed up)

Wolfsbane (locked in werewolf form for awhile, needs major therapy, ate her own father due do mind-control)

Several things crossed my mind as I read the complete list.
1. Ouch (especially to Wolfsbane).

2. Am I supposed to take this seriously?

3. Rogue is not THAT messed up. I mean, come on. She has Gambit, a mother and she can fly (granted, she and Gambit are no longer talking, her mother is Mystique who is constantly trying to kill her and everyone around her, and she got her ability to fly by practically killing Ms. Marvel), but hey. She really doesn't have that much to complain about.

4. They forgot Polaris!

Not only that, what about Skids, what about Karma, what about Danii Moonstar, Risque, Magma, Catiana, Nyx, Sarah Pezzini and pretty much every other heroine ever created?
Like what the hell.
I just realised this list is redundant.
I mean, if beautiful, powerful women are not reduced in some way to show their so-called humanity, nobody would read comic books.
Yeah?
Yeah.

Oh, I thought of one woman who would never be refrigerated.
Emma Frost.
Ha ha ha. Now that's irony.

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Anyway, after all that, I started thinking about my future. Or at least, what my past-me thought my future-me would be.

The past-me thought my future-me would be studying psychology on my way to becoming a criminal psychologist where I would devote myself to curing those who were tragically sick in the head and leave my compassionate mark on this apathetic world.
Why did my p-m think this?

It is because of Profiler.
It was a TV series like way back when, when we were in primary school.
It was about this lady profiler (yank talk for criminal psychologist) who was always so cool yet tragic and she had these big eyes and she was waay more appealing than Danny Glover (sorry Mr. Glover. But you lose to the blonde chick).
And her name was Samantha Waters.
Serious.
As I remember it lah.
Anyway, the 9-or-10 year old me thought, Christ, this is Fate.
I think this lady is hot and has a mindblowing job AND she shares my name.
Jeng. Jeng. Jeng.
And for the next 9-or-10 years I thought it was my Destiny.

But then the God of, well, God, I guess, kind of pissed all over my dreams and here I am studying graphic arts.

Wow. I just Googled Samantha Waters, and not only is she a criminal psychologist, she is apparently also a high-end silicon valley call girl.
Hmm.
Is the aforesaid God trying to send me a message? Is he saying that if I had made the mistake of Googling Samantha Waters a decade ago, my Destiny would have been different?
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Like, I seriously doubt that.
Which university gives call-girl classes anyway.

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Thankfully, that was just one of my Ultimate Dreams.
But still, it was The Most Ultimate of my Ultimate Dreams.

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I managed to remain vegetarian today!
Although I did consume, like, 25 Jacob's Cream Crackers.
Yum.
I mean it.
That was a serious, uncynical yum.
And you know what's even yummier?
The Hi-Fibre Crackers.
Ha ha ha.

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Be My Mirror, My Sword, My Shield

This is Prince Charming, cursed to wear the form of a Maine Coon until Nate and Jenny break up

Slavoj Zizek.
Interesting name. Okay, weird name, but that is subjective.
I mean, you don't expect Slovenians to have names like Bob or Gary. That would be disappointing. If you wanted names like that, you would have stayed home and watched Nickelodeon.

Anway, this guy is incredible.
He's a philosopher and cultural critic (Whatever that is. Isn't everyone a cultural critic? Especially us here in the supercultured East).
He talks about the confrontations between ideology and materialism from the aspect of ontology.
Isn't that incredible?

I mean, what the hell is ontology, right?

Incredible Thing 1

Idealism's purported ability to theorize the All VS. Materialism's understanding that an apparent All is really a non-All.

A non-All.

(Personally I find the theory a little extreme, because how can anything be a non-All. There must be a Something in Everything. But I guess it's understandable if the apparent All that we are theorising is actually non-existant, because every person's All is different and therefore to objectively state a definite, tangible All is impossible. Right?
But I still think that in each person's All is a little bit of someone else's All.

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Incredible Thing 2

Truth, or The Real : Is the gap between knowing something materially and experiancing something in the course of our life.
The gap is the minimal difference. The Parallax View.
It's the difference betweeen knowing, eventually, that we are all going to die, and yet living as if we will never die.

That just means that everything, all the meaning in our life, everything that is real to us, it's in that gap. We're ontological freaks defined by our gaps.
We're defined by the holes in our lives that we don't even understand.

That's so unfair.

So I refuse to accept it.

How can we accept the real as something we can't see, don't know and can never understand?
(Uh oh. That sounds like the argument people use for atheism).
But why should this Parallax View, that no one can see, be the definition of us as conscious human beings?
We should be defined by the things we do, and the way we think.

Therefore.

Ignore Incredible Thing 3.

Incredible Thing 3

We can see a person as either an ethical human being of free will or a determined biological creature. But not both.

I agree that our deepest motives are subconscious.
But does that mean that it is the base motives of a biological creature or the primary motivators for an ethical being?
Are we primarily animalistic, or primarily thoughtful?

And this is assuming that all human beings are capable of ethics.
What if that person has no grasp of ethics, and cannot understand the concept nor the purpose of it?
Does that make him purely an animal? Or does it completely strip him of his right to be called a human being?
Oh. Wait. That was redundant, because both questions ask the same thing.

But anyway.

I think everyone should just screw all this, live life to the fullest and listen to Lenka's The Show.

Wide Open Spaces

This is exactly what it says it is

Today I went on a roadtrip with Trin.

Our destination was AIMST. It's in Sg. Petani. Which is in Kedah.
(For those of you who don't know).
Don't ask me what AIMST stands for.

Trin was going to surprise Jeremy and I was going to see Pris.

Anyway, I woke up deciding that I would be vegetarian today. It was actually something I decided yesterday, but there was no way I could resist the Mamu burger. Then I felt guilty.

So when we went to the bakery to pick up Jeremy's surprise birthday cake for his birthday surprise, of course the first thing I bought was a chicken mushroom pie for breakfast. Gasp.
Yes.
Chicken.

I'm sorry, God of Weight Guilt! I forgot! I know that it is an unacceptable excuse, but when has that ever stopped anyone from using it.

So we got to AIMST in under an hour. Serious. We didn't even get lost, or stopped at the gate. Must have been the utter conviction in our wave. And the fact that we were chicks.
Unfortunately, we did get chased from our parking spots and then ended up in the parking lot for the guys' hostel. Where Trin reversed into a divider while talking on the phone.
The excitement never stops.

Jeremy surprised and Pris met up, Trin and I had to go on a Quest for Food. Which turned into a Quest for a Cheap Mechanic when we found out the divider had whacked the exhaust pipe and turned it senget, penyek and out-of-shape causing it to Gregorian Chant everytime we moved.

Serious.
It threatened us with spontaneous combustion.
It was the Devil's voice, backwards.

With the help of Trin's friend's friend, Teoh, we found a mechanic who did the job in under an hour. This was incredible stuff because he replaced the whole exhaust pipe.
Why did he replace the whole exhaust pipe?
That was because not only was it senget, penyek and out-of-shape, it had also been kemek-ed. By at least half a foot.
See.
Never underestimate the strength of a divider.
Or Trin's reversing.

Then we went and ate (FINALLY), and Teoh showed us this incredible iceblended stuff.
You think you've seen everything yeah.
You haven't seen Peanut Iceblended.
That was mindblowing shit.

Then, having nothing to do (what a surprise, in Sg Petani), we went back to AIMST. And then fell asleep in the car in the aforementioned parking lot. Wherefore after an hour Jeremy came and then told us a) what the hell are we doing? b) we're not supposed to sleep there c) we're not even supposed to park there d) from now on I was his cousin and Trin was my cousin.
How exactly that made it more acceptable that people related to him were parked in a restricted area escaped me.
But it was pretty funny.

After that we had dinner with Pris. It was nice seeing Pris. At the rate we kept cancelling out on each other and not going back at the same time, I figured we'd only see each other after we retired.
But Fate and Trinna intervened.
Thank you, Fate and Trinna.

I will be seeing the both of you on Thursday, when I drop by to pick up my fix of GG.
Long live Chuck Bass.

It Comes Out Of A Tree

The Sap Demon and his deadly familiar

I have turned into a sap.
I realised this while watching Casino Royale.
I had nothing to do at all today, so I watched Juno, Jumper and Casino Royale. I actually wanted to do a lot of things. But obviously I didn't.

I cried watching Juno. The last time I cried watching a movie was, like, Titanic kot. Sure, I have noticed a recent increase in sappiness (I almost cried watching Wall-E and The Other Boleyn Girl), but this is ridiculous. I mean, who watches Bond for the touching romantic scenes? That just confirms me as a Sap.

But when he tells Vesper that he has no armour, because she's stripped it from him and that whatever is left of him, is hers, siape tak cair. He says it with such honesty. Such sincerity. Such tenderness.
*swoon*
Too bad Danny Boy is not hot though. But Eva compensates.

I Want Something Unignorable!

I am in a good mood.

La.La. La.

See. That is the extent of my good mood.
I'm singing online.

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Hey.
What if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me?

Don't you wish you had chained me to the bed like I told you to.

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I have a friend.
Yay for me.
Anyway.
She's in a dilemma.
I feel bad for her.
It involves a guy.
Who wants to take her out to lunch. And dinner. And brunch. And study together.
Basically, wants to spend every waking moment with her.

Obviously someone was not listening to my prior advice involving Eliza Dushku and Anne Hathaway.

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Oh yeah. Joseph Biden is now Vice President of the United States of America.
Maybe now they'll start to have some intelligent foreign policies.

I like Joe because he remind me of my granduncle.
Serious.
I'm not sure why.
Does Biden have a very dry sense of humour masquerading as elderly innocence?
Maybe he does.

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Hey, Tell Me Something I Don't Already Know

This is what a winner looks like

I have been inspired by Barack Obama and his groundbreaking, nationmoving, mythbusting win.

I also want to write a speech.

Here is my speech.

This is not a funny speech. This speech is from me, to you, to everyone.
To the people who think that planning the first move and plotting against other people is a joy in life and a reason for existence.
To the people who think that bringing down someone else, no matter what the cost, is worth it.
To people who can’t see past their own weaknesses and their own insecurities, and punish others for them instead.
To people who walk around with a chip on your shoulders and blame everything bad that ever happened to you on everyone else.
To people who believe that a post means everything and that people are nothing.
In the end, you lose.
There will be no end to the planning and plotting, there will be no rest, because you don’t give yourself rest. There will be no happiness because you refuse to share anything with anyone, except your pride. There will be no one to welcome your glory, because your own arrogance has pushed the people who once loved and respected you away.
What you are should never stop you from being what you will be. And you don’t have the right to stop anyone from being what they can be, even as you place those limitations on yourself.
If you are weak and unable to do it, do not think no one else is strong enough. If you don’t know and can’t figure it out, do not think that no one else is smart enough.
I’m sorry that in the end, you have no friends. That you have to lie and manipulate to keep the ones you have. That even the past makes you unhappy, when it would be so easy to let go. I am sorry for you because you are no longer living for the now, but you are living for the what-has-already happened.
I am sorry that you are unable to love and respect and listen, that you cannot see people as people but only as things and pawns and steps in your funny little games.
I am sorry that your life is no life at all, but a game that you are constantly trying to win.
People. Chill.
In the end, when other people are laughing and loving and living around you, will you watch silently, will you paste on a fake smile and try to join in, try to convince them that you, too are happy?
I know you aren’t.
How can you be.
You have your games.
I have people who love and care about me. I have people that I love and care about.
And nothing you say or do can change that fact.
And now, I realize that there is no need anymore to try and stay one step ahead of people like you. Because my floor is not the floor of lies and manipulations. My floor has and always will be, honesty. And that is what I will stick to.
You’ve lost.

Just like McCain.

My Thoughts Are Filled With Wine, But They Only Had Beer In The Fridge

Yesterday, while translating my erstwhile notes, I discovered this word:

Phut.

It means menghentam dengan bunyi; (colloq) sia-sia.
Serious.

If you do not believe me, check Kamus Dwibahasa Oxford Fajar (Edisi Ketiga, Dikemaskinikan).

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Wouldn't it be nice if you suddenly decide to call or message someone, and they replied

What a coincidence! I was just writing a poem about you.

(I mean a nice poem. Not a bitter one)

Wouldn't that make your day?
I think it would make my eternity.
So long as it was a well written poem.
Duh.

Just a thought.

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I was reading about Hamlet the other day.

Before I am accused of Shakespearean aspirations, it was by accident.

I was listening to this song by A Fine Frenzy called Almost Lover, and she had gotten her name from a verse in Midsummer Night's Dream, which I went to check out and you know how wikipedia has all those related links at the bottom? yeah, so I was reminded of Hamlet because of Ophelia because I had watched an episode of Ergo Proxy where Mayer was in an identical pose as the Ophelia in Millais' painting.

So.

That was how I ended up reading about Hamlet.
Not reading IT.
Just about it.

Anyway Hamlet drives his Ophelia to insanity.

Isn't that nice?

Men.

Typical.

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Hamlet to Ophelia

I will burn every house down until I find you in its ashes
The flames of love, the flames of longing
Streaking through a night sky that falls and crashes
The sun, the meteors, the stars, all falling
And falling
Helpless.

I will spare nothing in this search for you
Mother father brother lover will I betray
An act of love I lay down at your feet
You are not the only one who must fear me.

I will grasp at the failing light that shines at the edge of time
At the end of this perfect world
Where I will kiss good night the freakish rhyme
In which your nightmares ebb and swirl.

Do you crave for me now; do you blame me?
I have only wanted your sorrow
And when your last tears are mine
that’s when I will end.

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I have just finished the most horrible exam.

Yes.

All exams are horrible.

But this is The Most Horrible.

Why?

Because it is.

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The Bell Curve

Such a sweet lady

Upon whom all our fates hang

The mean is master

And errant chimes are obliterated

If you do not know what a bell curve is, I know you didn't go to public school.

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The Self-Pitier (Or, Baudelaire's Spoof)

When the scent of you has become dust
The scent, once intertwined, once yours and mine
And someone else has replaced the lust
And someone else has replaced the trust
Long before that
I have been forgotten

And so I want to ask you, why
When the love was warm, when the love was good
Couldn’t you have at least tried
All of the times I was by your side
The moment I was away
I was forgotten

When the thought of you has fallen
Into the abyss, into nothing, when you are lost to me
Your memories will be eaten by the cold
And all that’s left of you in me is cold,
When I look into his face
I will remember
How easy it is to forget me.

This is Chuck Bass

Dreams of You are Always Sweet

Like as if you weren't thinking it.

While back home, I watched Dangerous Liaisons.
I learned many things.

Of course I cannot vouch for the truth of the things that I learned.
But.
This is what I learned:

It is impossible for a man to stay loyal to one woman.
Because it is man's nature to take. And woman's nature to give.

So. Avoid heartache.

Date only women.

Russia Is The End Of The World

27.10.08

This is what I told everyone to watch...but nooo

The other day I watched Max Payne with Iylia, Kat, Ghad and Wai Yung.

The movie left me with several questions.
The questions are:

9. Who is Mona Sax, and why does she walk around with an unconcealed weapon?

8. Why does Payne's wife keep making cheesy, don't-die-yet appearances?

7. What happened to the baby?

6. Why are Natasha's legs so damn long?

5. How come Payne's opponent standing above him and aiming directly at his head cannot hit him, but Payne can by shooting backwards?

4. How come Payne's bullets move slower than everyone else's?

3. What do valkyries and ragnarok have to do with anything?

2. I thought valkyrie were hot chicks.

1. Why did they even bother making this movie in the first place.

The answer to question 1 is obvious once you finish watching the movie.

'They' are idiots.

Did they not watch Doom? And Resident Evil?And RE2? And RE3? And every other movie made based on a video game? Oh, and Mortal Kombat. 1 and 2.
Did they not look up the meaning of lame in the dictionary and see the abovementioned directly below it?
Oh, and Dungeons and Dragons.

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What they should have done was adapt a comic book character.
Why?
Hulk was cool.
Iron Man was cooler.
Dark Knight was the kind of icebox that you use for deep sea fishing

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What I mean to say is that Dark Knight was awesome.

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Anyway. According to MY trend analysis (which is the only trend analysis that matters), the character should be a chick.
And she should be from Marvel.
(Why? Because DC chicks are just lame.
Wonder Woman - lame
Black Canary - lame (also, lame name)
Hawk Girl - lame (even lamer name)
Raven - ...kind of like her
Oracle - ...kind of like her, too.
We'll stop here.)

She should have a troubled past (duh).
She should be anti-heroic (or, anti-heroinic).
Her uniform should consist of skintight leather.
She should have black hair.
And claws.
And be psychotic, but good.
Also, taller than Wolverine.


Basically, X-23 should have had her own movie.

Stop! In The Name Of Love

I think I'm still in shock about completing my assignments. (Copious amounts of whiskey did not help. I mean, it helped. Of course. But not with the shock.)

In fact, now that I am back in front of my laptop, with nothing to do except update my blog, read Blog Anak Mat Nor, stalk hot guys on facebook, watch anime, msn and download songs, my life feels kind of...

empty.

Yes. Empty.

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Who am I kidding????

Empty????

It's like I've won the lottery, hit the jackpot, been handed wings with heat-resistant straps, experienced a miracle, an epiphany, a realisation.

And then it was like I had to race to the sun til the heat ate my skin, buy every dragonfly-green lamborghini diablo in existence and race blind til every one of them was smashed, drink shots til I couldn't remember my name, fall from blinding heights onto concrete.

(I wrote hard concrete. And then I realised it would be like,duh. Because obviously concrete is hard. Just like obviously Hugh Dancy is cuter than Jim Sturgess (but Chace Crawford is cuter than both).)

It was like I needed a thrill.

So I spent the day finishing up watching Ghosthunt.

Yes.
Sometimes, I am lame.

But it is a rare occurence.

Usually I am just peculiar

Later I went out with my friends. Best. Dapat slice of birthday cake.

And then I had to sing.

I sang (or made sounds which my larynx claims is singing) I Kissed A Girl.

I even had a backup singer.

It went like this:

Me (melalak): I kissed a girl and I liked it; taste of her cherry chapstick; It felt so wrong, it felt so right; Don't mean I'm in love tonight.

Kat (Backup Singer): Shoo-wop, shoo-wop

Yes.

She said Shoo-wop, shoo-wop.

This is shoo-wop

I've Seen Angels Fall From Blinding Heights

This is my secret identity

Okay.I'm only writing this entry because I'm bored. Oh, I have things to do.

Like my wannabe samurai chick.

But that doesn't mean I can't be bored.
Can it?

Maybe it's a sign of mental illness, when you have something to do but you're bored. Or it's a sign of an APEX university student who has missed two deadlines and feels like throwing up when faced with Microsoft Word.

I calculate that I have written more than 80 pages these past 4 days (granted, most of these pages were in NewCentury Schoolbook, size 11 and double-spaced...But still. Give me some credit).

Also, I have been listening to the same playlist of songs throughout all my assignments. Do you know how many times that is? That's like everytime you rode in your father's car when you were 12. For a month. And all he played was the Bee Gees. That's the spiritual equivalent.

I can sing You Know My Name by heart. But I love that song.

I can sing Ketulusan Hati by heart. I love that song too.

I can sing Womanizer...

OH MY GOD.

There IS something wrong with me!

Because I can't even SING in the first place.

And now I'm singing Britney!

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Oh, you know what's a cool song?

No, I don't know either.


Make one up yourself.
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Uh oh!

It's almost twelve!

At twelve I turn into a pumpkin that has to do sound editing and background touchups and create a whole storyboard out of thin air!

At twelve, I become the Magic Pumpkin.

But only at twelve.

And only tonight.

Other nights I turn into Xena, Warrior Princess.

...okay, you know what? I think I'm driving myself insane.

Hey!Break The Ice is playing!

Have you ever wondered how she can say the line "Let's get it blazin' " with a straight face?

Gile Banyak Drama Minggu Ini (And It's Not Even The End Of The Week)

When I go back (to wherever it is I am fortunate enough to go back to for that period of time), I like to watch tv. I think everyone does. I think everyone who watches tv will agree with me that Astro is one of the greatest creations in Malaysian broadcasting history.

Despite the fact that Astro has 652-odd channels, there are only three that I actually watch

1. MTV

2. Channel V

3. E!

Sometimes if there is something involving dragons, Scarlett Johanssen or Eric Bana shirtless, I will watch HBO. If Blood+ or that Primo Passo thing is on, I will watch Animax.

CNN, Bloomberg and its ilk only get my time of day if it is impossible to change the channel. How does this situation come about? No, it is not when the remote vanishes. You can always run to the store and get a new one. Duh.

It happens when either my uncle, father or grandfather has control of the remote. When that occurs, you are not even stupid enough to ask whether you can change the channel even though the endless rounds of golf is melting your brains and the computer has crashed.

My favourite person to watch tv with is Hannah. We think almost alike. Conversations while watching tv normally go like this:

Why are her boobs like that? As if she doesn't have enough money to pay for better ones.

Huh? She's depressed? She has a room the size of my house. What is she depressed about. Bodoh.

Perlukah nya mok madah...

GOD! She looks so OLD!

Ekeleh. He thinks he's the only one with a family kah? Just because his family's on tv. And owns five cars. And has a backyard the size of a park. Siot

Why is her face like that? As if she doesn't have enough money to buy a better one.

How come she doesn't look like her sisters?

Huh. If I said that to MY mother, kene lempang adalah.

and

God, don't they know they're on tv?

The shows we love best are Keeping Up With the Kardashians and Living Lohan. It makes us feel righteous watching it, even though they're the ones prancing around with million dollar pinky rings and enough money to pay for my education until I'm 55.

Always remember, God created even stupid, greedy people for a reason.

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If you can't figure out the reason, it's to make normal, rational, considerate people like us feel better about the fact that we're not humiliating ourselves on worldwide television.

This is not Eric Bana shirtless (but it's a nice picture anyway)

Kamulah Makhluk Tuhan Yang Tercipta Yang Paling Seksi

Ini adalah Chace Crawford

Iya, Chace. Kamulah Makhluk Tuhan Yang Paling Seksi.

Abaikan sahaja kata-kata mereka yang tidak setuju.

Kita berdua (dan juga Trinna) tahu, kamu tiada bandingannya.

Somebody Save Me

GOD I hate Smallville.

All My Joy Can Be Fit Into Shopping Bags

dear kitty

I curse the people who came up with macromedia, photoshop, illustrator, sound forge, dreamweaver, EVERYTHING to do with computer programmes because they have managed to make my heretofore bearable life utterly MISERABLE out of frustration and pent up murderous desires.

Die! Die! Die!

My character is stuck on the stage, I can't make her run through the mirror, I can't get more than one butterfly to come out of her hair, I don't know how the hell I get myself into this sort of situations.

I could have just animated a smiley face.

Christ.

I know exactly why, actually. This is all the fault of all the comic books I read, and all the anime I watch. I has screwed up my brain and my perception of reality. In which reality did I think I was capable of animating a woman in a kimono, complete with butterflies?????????!!!!!!!!! Thank God I didn't imagine her wielding katanas. I would probably have chewed off my own hand out of frustration had I done so.

I want to go shopping! I want to watch movies! I want to go out! I DON"T want to be stuck in front of my laptop from 10 am til 2 am (with generous breaks in between)!

Haih. This is why I don't like computers. They are unnatural. They have a mind of their own. And they rarely work in sync with our minds (mine anyway).

Why couldn't we be happy drawing on the walls with charcoal like our forefathers?

They never needed psychiatrists.

This is what I shouldn't be thinking of (but I am)

It's Not What You Say, It's The Sound of Your Voice

I conclude that being drunk is a lot like being in love.

Everything sounds good.

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But then, I wouldn't know about it for sure, would I?

Ha ha ha.

This contains alcohol and charlize theron's boobs.

The Girl With Kaleidoscope Eyes

This is a reason to read comic books

Let me tell you about comic books.

They Rock.

I am not exactly a connoisseuer (um, however the hell you spell it).Right now I'm reading X-Force, X-Men Legacy and Runaways.

Runaways is supercool. While reading it, you should bong and listen to The Beatles' Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds (which in my humble, non-bonghead opinion, is the ultimate bong song.seriously) for an out-of-this-world experience.

Anyway, all the aforementioned comics are cool. Of course. Otherwise I wouldn't be reading them.

But the one with the most ultimate cool factor is X-FORCE. Why is X-Force cool?
Wolverine.
X-23.
'Nuff said.
(Also, amazing art. Beautiful art. Seriously. Dude. These people should win Nobel awards for imagination. And for creating characters like X-23 and Wolverine)

For those of you not in the know (which I assume is all of you unless Wai Yung reads my blog), X-23 is basically a chick version ripoff of Wolverine.
In my opinion, any ripoff version of Wolverine cannot help but be inherently cool (except Sabretooth, who is just lame and needs a wardrobe redesign).

Except X-23 is COOLER than Wolverine.

Yes! I have said it! She is so insanely insane that she is cool. She even has claws on her foot. And she's hot. And she wears leather. And she's a brunette (I like brunettes). And she's a borderline murderous psychopath. But she works for the good guys.
Plus she doesn't say 'Bub'.
Also, I suspect that she is taller than Wolverine.
HA HA HA HA.

Of course Rogue, Polaris and Gambit are still the ultimate, all time favourites. But X-23 is in a league of her own.
The X-23 League.
Yeah.

Run Baby, Run

This is one of the principles in life I believe in:

Don't look back. Don't ever look back.

Looking back just fogs up the glasses (or to those of you not-sight-impaired, pokes the cornea of the eyes) with which you are seeing the world. It gets in the way.

The only reason you have a past is that so you can get over it and get to the future.

The past just messes stuff up. You say to yourself, No way in hell am I going to repeat that mistake.

What you should be saying is, Feck it, let's see what new mistakes I can make tomorrow.

Don't be afraid. No one can hurt you but yourself. The truth is, deep down inside, nobody gives a shit (just like nobody actually gives a shit whether your i is before or after your e, but they still pick on it).

Only you do.

This is what my future looks like

If I Hold The Whip, I Get To Tell You What To Do

EK ELEH...Catwoman je pon

This is my favourite word for the week





EK ELEH.





Thank you, Kat.

Back When I Was in Love With Abarai Renji

I have this assignment for CGI class. It's a really cool assignment, using Macromedia Flash.

I forget what the assignment is exactly, so I'll just call it Project 3.

So for this P3 we have to do a 10 second animation, promo animation for a product or a website.

10 seconds? I hear you say. 10 seconds, piece of cake.

My footlah piece of cake.

My knowledge of Macromedia is like this:

When I switch it on, I stare blankly at the screen, willing the little icons to communicate the purpose of their existence to me.

After several minutes, I realise (as I did so many times before) that this isn't going to work.

I go to the library and borrow books, one that looks like it could kill a man if it fell on him because it seemed impressive and the other because the guy who wrote it did animation for King of the Hill.

I have had these books for the past two weeks.

I have done no animation whatsoever.

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Heh.

Anyway, let's not think about depressing stuff like assignments that haven't been done. Plenty of time to despair.

I actually both love and hate this kind of assignments. Love it because the endless possibilities of my imagination can potentially find an outlet, and hate it because I suck at computer programmes.

I used to hate computers.

I used to not particularly like phones either.

I'm old-fashioned that way.

So my incredible idea for the 10s ad is like this:

Outline

Woman in kimono runs. She runs straight into a mirror. She dissolves into black butterflies on the other side of the mirror. The butterflies fly off. They pass a flaghead of the title. At the end only the title remains.

Pitch

If you run into a mirror, you will disperse into butterflies.

This is what is written on the paper that my lecturer (bless his optimistic heart) approved.

If only I could just download it straight from my brain into a cd.

This is not my assignment.

I Have Never Had Lustful Feelings For A Dog

I have never had so much fun! We should do it again.

In fact, we should make it a practice. Monthly. Or bi-monthly. Or weekly.

During the holidays we should do it everyday, and then die at the age of 25 of degenerative kidney, heart, liver, nerve or brain disease (pick one. or several.).

Thanks to everyone for making it such a wonderful weekend.

Next time, we'll ALL bathe k?

;)

I have never had lustful feelings for...oh wait.

How Much Is That Chewie In The Window

I used to have pet fish.
I had four of them.
These were their names:

My Fish Names

1. Crabpot
2. Meatball
3. Wonderfish
4. Cheezel

With names like that, you expect them to live forever right? Or at least a really long time.
But no.
They lasted less than a week.
Cheezel was the first to go.
And then in an act that scars me to this day, Meatball committed suicide.
This was how she committed suicide:

One day after Cheezel was found floating bellyup, I washed the tank. In the sink. I put the fish in a separate container. When I was done cleaning the tank with love and care, I prepared to pour the remaining fish in. Beside the sink.
As she was being poured in, Meatball was suddenly hit by inspiration (or some other blunt object that made her suicidal) and leapt out of the container.
Into the sinkhole.
The open sinkhole.
The end.

Several days after that, Crabpot and Wonderfish were hit by a mysterious disease (some say overfeeding, but I refuse to believe that) and also expired, ending my foray into the world of fish-ownership.

I still have the godforsaken tank on my desk.
It sits there, chiding me with its emptiness.

Hey. I could make it into a dustbin.
Yeah?

This is an ideal pet

If Only George Boleyn Had Nothing Better To Do

Today I had dinner with Trinna and Iylia.

They are both good looking girls.

Of course during dinner someone handed Iylia a pink envelope. Inside was a card. It said Hey Girl. I think you're hot, and have been stalking you for some time. Call me. PS. wink wink.

Okay, that wasn't really what it said. But pretty much.

Weird.

This is what Iylia wishes her stalker looked like

Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?

28.9.08

This is not an electric sheep (it is an electric kettle)

Last night (for lack of better tings to do, like sleep) Hannah and I managed to compartmentalize half a dozen different types of dreams:

1. The Episodic Dream

This dream lasts several episodes, much like a mini tv series. It is very rare, both of us only ever having it once each.

2. The Edge Dream

This is where you fall off a building/stairs/floor and suddenly wake up because your leg in real life has spontaneously kicked out. Happens many times. Have yet to hurt anyone.

Occurs semi-regularly. Especially in times of great stress.

3. The Ultimate Frustrating Dream

In this dream, you always wake up at the very moment that the climax of your dream is about to occur.

Usually this climax consists of you being stuck in a fatal situation with no way out, for example fighting dinosaurs, running from volcanoes or about to pay the most massive shopping bill ever.

The consistency of waking at the auspicious moment has given rise to speculation that perhaps if one completes the dream, the resolution (eaten by non existent animals, actual payment of bills, the eating of the food) will be irreversible even in real life ie death and bankruptcy.

Occurs regularly enough, and are very vivid.

4. The Mirror Dream.

Reality in this dream directly mirrors the reality that you wake up to/ went to sleep in. Several details will be wrong, but you don’t know that because you think you’re actually STILL IN YOUR REALITY.

Which is freaky.

5. The Sixth Sense Dream

Things that are occurring while you are asleep and supposedly unaware infiltrate your dream and make you feel as if you have latent psychic abilities when you wake up.

But you actually don’t (obviously. Otherwise you’d have your own cult by now don’t you think).

For example, in your dream a Presence sort-of (because everything is a Sort-Of, But Not Really) like your mother walks into your room and the next second you’re awakened by your mother standing by your bed. Or in your dream you get your arm sat on by an overweight coyote, and you wake up unable to feel your arm, thinking that you’re the special kind of person whose dreams come true (padahal the overweight coyote was, ahem, yourself).

Occurs sort of regularly.

6. The Déjà vu Dream

This I feel is the weirdest dream, because usually it is a completely random dream (like about bridges) that you suddenly remember when you are in a situation that DOES NOT RESEMBLE THE DREAM AT ALL. But the feeling is so strong, you know that the dream was actually a message. Hannah has reported having déjà vu dreams in an episodic context, where the second part of the dream comes months later.

Unfortunately, déjà vu dreams are ultimately useless because all they do is scare you without giving any useful information about the situation that you may face.

Occurs irregularly

5. The Dream within a Dream

When you go to sleep straight into a dream (usually into a mirror dream) where you fall asleep all over again into ANOTHER dream.
The dream that you have is every bit as urgent and frightening as a regular go-to-sleep-and-dream dream. At the pivotal moment, you usually wake up into your actual dream, thinking you’re safe.

This false sense of security is usually disturbed when various characters from the Simpsons start appearing in your room and having conversations with you.

Occurs not very regularly

6. The Emo Dream

This dream is different from the rest because it carries itself over into YOUR reality. Usually the original dream is one that is carries great emotional significance, usually fear, sadness or extreme fear and sadness.
When you scream, cry or call out in the dream, your REAL self mimics it (or tries to anyway), and then you wake yourself up mid-squeak.

This dream is also potentially the most embarrassing.

Someone woke up screaming about the Lempeng Man (the occurence was attributed to disappoitment at breakast)

To this day Hannah has yet to live it down.

The Capybara's Adventure

28.9.08

This is not a bidet

Today I was attacked by a bidet.

I also found out, by watching the discovery channel, that some people consider time as the fourth dimension.