The Rose Monolith

Unfortunately I had to come back here.

To Penang.

And my crappy, laksa-less hostel box. The only thing that makes me feel a little bit better is that Iylia and Kat are also in Penang. Heh.

We will not talk about Trin, who is having fun in Vietnam.

Betrayer.

Bad enough I have to come back here (studies, assignments, yada yada whateverlah), I have to put up with this bunch of guys who are doing like, construction work or something.

Most of their construction work consists of sleeping on the sofas opposite my room.

Like wtf.

As if they can't go and sleep at the boys dorm. It's just across the road. Or in their truck. Or on the pavement. Whatever, so long as it's not on the sofas in the girls dorm.

They just watch us coming out of our rooms to go to the loo (which, in a strategic misfortune, is beside the sofa place. Huh), and then they watch us walk back to our rooms.

Do they expect us to come prancing out half naked and wearing bells? And then burst into song and dance which end with swooning into their arms?

They are in the wrong movie, then.

This is the movie where they get ignored, and then reported if they so much as whistle at us.

In fact, I don't understand why they are still there. We've complained to our so-called student reps. But since the construction people haven't done anything, the reps can't do anything.

Hello? Can you not see them sleeping on our sofas? And eating there too? And perving at us?

Are we supposed to wait until they assault one of us?

That is so typically Malaysian. No, wait, that is so typically authoratative. If my uncle was the Prime Minister, then maybe they'd do something. Since he's not, we just have to put up with it.
I don't know who to throw shoes at, the reps or the constructors.

Since I've already gotten in trouble once for calling one perv an idiot, I am not going to do anything about it.

Yeah.

I'm just going to sit here and put up with this injustice, because that's life.

Even though we are university students, we still rank lower than the people who nail our laundry lines to the wall because we are female.

Go figure.

Fuck you equality.

Slender as Bone

I just got back from KL.
When I got there I discovered this:

A huge pot of laksa, which I ate from everyday for the next four days.

And also

Long-haired Hannah

Bespectacled Joe

And not to forget

Monster-sized adorableness

Joe is on an oats diet.

This is what I think of his diet:

Best jugak blogging pakai gambar. Rasa artistic gile doe. Hahahaha.

Obsession Compulsion Possession

What do Sarah McLachlan and Robert Frost have in common?
Me. Well, me and fame.

While thousands of highschoolers were subjected to the melancholic idealism of taking the road less travelled by, I, who didn't think much of the poem (such arrogance, even then. This better pay off in the future), listened to McLachlan and thought she was a much better poet than almighty Frost.
Aihh, the folly of youth.


Anyway, The Road Not Taken (that's the poem we had to read in F5. or was it F4. or F3. whatever) is not Frost's greatest poem. It's just the easiest to understand.

His masterpiece is To Earthward.


Frost, like all brilliant writers, suffered from depression. Maybe he didn't so much suffer from it as milk it for all its literary worth. If you read any of his poems, you can sense an undercurrent of futility.


Undercurrents of Futility:


1.Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh - The Road Not Taken



2.I only hope that when I am free

As they are free to go in quest

Of the knowledge beyond the bounds of life

It may not seem better to me to rest - Misgivings


Now, I ask you, are those not frightening? He knows that no matter what we do, we will regret it in some way; some small part of us will wonder what if?

What if we made the wrong choice?

What if someone finds out?

What if I hadn't said anything? What if I had? What if I had never even known these people?

What if????

Like the Marvel comic of the same name, the possibilities are endless.



And if the possibilities are endless, does that mean that there are endless numbers of alternate universes where we did that which we didn't do in this timeline?
That everytime the moment came where we had a choice, a universe was created to hold the consequences of it, the choice we didn't make?


Because I feel like every choice we don't make is as huge as every choice we do make, and I don't like to think that it just stops here. That was it. The end.

I mean, why would God bother with us so much if we're all just going to screw it up in the end?
It makes me feel a bit better that somewhere out there, we made the right choices, and we are living the ideal life.
Somewhere out there, I didn't screw up.


But when you think about your parents...somewhere out there, we don't exist.


Huh.

That sucks.

What? Me not exist? You gotta be shitting me.

reves. dormir. mort?

Since I can't sleep tonight because I might stop breathing (sounds cool right. padahal batuk je) I am going to write.

Let me think of what to write.

Should I write about my favourite stuff? That would be boring.

OOO, I know.

I'm going to take like a whole bunch of those weird quizzes, like What Type of Genderless Alien are you and then post the results.

Cool.

What Kind of Milkshake Are You?

Chocolate

Which Household Appliance Are You?

A Toaster.

No shit.

What Type of Shoe Are You?

Sneakers.

What? I don't even OWN a pair of sneakers. Liars. Frauds.

What Mythical Creature Are You?

Unicorn.

Uh. I'm not even bipedal?

What Movie Are You?

Twilight.

You have got to be shitting me. I HATED that movie.

Which Superhero Are You?

Superman.

??????????????NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.

Which Supervillain Are You?

Poison Ivy.

Yes! That's more like it.

What Decade Should You Be Living in?

1970s.

Bolehlah kot.

Man, these quizzes aren't fun. I remember taking one that was What Kind of Village Idiot Are You? but I can't find it now.

*Quizzes are courtesy of Quizilla and thesuperheroquiz.

Sugar We're Going Down

Today I woke up early to get a book from my lecturer. Something about peaceful detox photography. Or something.

While passing me the book, he helpfully gave suggestions on my photos, specifically my model (assuming I would use one that wasn't myself or my roommate). My model should have a 'nice, soothing' face. An open, calm visage that made people feel less depressed.

He started talking about a first year who hade a nice, clean face, saying I should get him to give me a hand. Apparently this guy was from Ipoh and looked very stylo.

...

*lightbulb*

Rupa-rupanya he was talking about Jun.

Ek.El.Eh.

Banggalah sekarang, Jun.

After that I went shopping.

Finally.

At last.

A funny thing happened. I was looking for shorts but I saw this black dress. At 70% off.

I tried it on.

Fuuu-Yo.

Sebiji macam Robin from Witch Hunter Robin (without trenchcoat and Amon). All I needed was leather gloves and a black cat. Goth soap opera doe.

So I bought it.

I also got my shorts ler, I'm not completely attention deficit.

Ain't it sweet

Rose Eater, Sunshine Breather

I am a happy person.
Really.
I love bright colours and I wish I lived in rainbow land...Yeah yeah whatever.
Anyway.
I'm feeling cheerful because of the new direction of my final year project (FYP for the acronym-challenged). The direction is pastel colours and photographs of happy people; flowers and ponies and swirling candies. Things like that.
Do you know how hard it is to find happy people? It's hard.
Everyone looks pissy or sad or lonely or scary. I'll have to fake this project, and get a bunch of friends to pose like happy people.
This semester is so dull and squished up. It's like everyone's living in suspense or something, I don't know. Tapi rasa macam lain.
Hmmm.

Everyone should listen to Taylor Swift's Love Story. Really.
Sebab best sangat sangat.
I've had it on a loop, with Sarah McLachlan's Building A Mystery (kalau nak layan emo atau you are dating a druggie, this is a great song).
The song is cool because it has a happy ending but it sounds like it's going to end in tragedy.
Also, its Romeo and Juliet weiiiii. Tragici amanti. Ai mami. Pasta and all that.
Ah. Hungry.

Hang Tuah dan Hang Jebat

HA HA HA HA

Makan habuk kau blogspot.

Mati-matian pun akhirnya aku upload skin aku sendiri (walaupun ada serba sedikitnya yang originally skin orang lain ar. Sebab tu kena letak bab Credits).

Tapi aku berjaya menguploadkan skin dengan imej buatan aku sendiri.

Ya! Aku! Sendiri!

*Bangga tak leh blah*

Okaylah, aku tau skin aku bukannya hebat sangat. Nampak agak bogel gak.

Tapi aku tak peduli.

Aku yang buat skin ni.

Dan komplot jahat blogspot untuk memaksa orang menggunakan hanya template buatan mereka yang boring dan meloyakan tidak tercapai!

Hey. I saved the world.

Say what?

My name is Sam

I save the world

....Okaylah.

Aku pun dah serik dengan shabooyah ni.

Anyway. Tadi aku dengan rumet pergi Tesco.

Aku rasa setiap kali kami pergi Tesco macam pergi pengembaraan yang baru.

Kali ni kami tak melanggar sesiapa.

Tapi aku telah berkongsi maklumat dengn rumet aku bahawa Vanilla Coke tu macam ubat batuk.

Serious.

Pastu kalau kau sakit tekak ke, kau batuk ke, kau demam nak mampus, cakap je Coke tu sebenarnya ubat batuk yang bergas (memang pun...). Kalau kau macam aku, kau biarkan Vanilla Coke tu flat, baru minum.

Wehsemen. Sedap yo.

Makhluk asing yang comel

Mockery of the Saints

Whoa. Everyone's so full of angst and bitterness these days.
Maka.
I pun nak bitch jugak.
Perkara-perkara I nak bitch about:

1. My artwork FYP kena reject. Kena reject kao2. Sampai the lecturers asked me to book into a mental hospital so that I could better understand depression.
Hah.
Kalo dieorang nak buat lawak bodoh pun, tak payah lah at the expense of my FYP.
And then I'm supposed to take happy photographs. Do I look like Barney? Do I even look happy in the first place? wth.

2. Harga tequila mahal.

3. My FYP is due in four weeks.

4. Blogspot punyelah kerek tak bagi aku upload template baru.

5. And I have this Macromedia video assignment due in 2 weeks that I haven't figured out yet. But I'm not too worried about that.

Yes, sometimes reality does come crashing in at the most inconvenient times, but until then I like to ignore it.

*Ignore* *Ignore* *Ignore* *Ignore*

One day I will succeed in uploading my blogskin.

Today is just not that day.

Images

Learn Your Liqueurs

Be smug, have a celery

I have an assignment for Creative Writing class.

It's about Gilbert Grape, and fat people. Something like that.
I'm supposed to be this old fart (fortysomething) whose sister died of sleep apnea and was overweight.

My problem is that I'm feeling no connection whatsoever with this story, and also that I intend to go shopping at 3, and it's already 2.30.

So this story is getting in my way of self-fulfillment.

Am I a writer? Am I not a writer? Should I write about how tortured I feel about writing about my 250 kg sister? Or should I whine about how everyone indulged the youngest child?
Can you go to work if you're 250 kg?
Honestly. It's something I can't imagine. Most families would just humiliate their child into skininess.
Also, my left eye is thumping, either as a delayed hangover reaction or to tell me I'm really sick (which will in no way disturb my intended shopping spree), and it is bothering the imaginate section of my brain.

Everytime I try to imagine, it goes like this:

Thump, thump, thump, searing pain, flash of bright light, Google hot guys.

See? How am I supposed to get any work done.

***

Hah. I finished it. I completely deviated the focus from the dead sister to me, the youngest sister.

But now I'm too tired to go shopping.

Shabooya

Sha sha shabooya

Roll call

My name is Sam

I grant three wishes

You wish I'd shake it

Coz I'm delicious

Sha sha shabooya

Roll call

Yes. I did totally rip that off from Bring It On 3: All or Nothing (or something like that).

For a straight to video release it was...like a straight to video release.

While watching it, I didn't know it was a stv. I wondered why the acting was so wooden. So fake.

So bad.

And why the lead actress was chubby.

Before I am stabbed for being size-ist, let me ask you, if you are watching a cheerleader movie (keep in mind, it is a movie. Nothing to do with reality), do you expect the cheerleaders to look like short supermodels, or like...Hayden Panettiere?

Yeah, she's cute.

Cute.

Not hot.

Except maybe with some leather and Milo Ventimiglia, both of which would make most people hot.

So anyway.

(But she still scores the gorgeous guy! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrgh).

Again, anywaay.

As usual, watching a cheerleader movie brought to the surface my (and every other girls. unless you're Panettiere) latent desire to be validated for our bodies, our bitchiness and our innate ability to shake our asses without a hair falling out of place, assuming I am even able to do so in the first place.

Who doesn't want to be hot lah honestly. Yeah, yeah, we go on about how important intelligence and personality and heart and yadda yadda yadda is, but what we really want is Gus Carr.

Uh, I mean, hotness.

Hotness and then the other stuff.

Hotness is the main ingredient.

The other stuff is just to make it look good.
If we look back in time, you can trace the evolution of shallowness, which has reached its peak in my friend Trinna.

Stupidity makes you feel inferior. Unattractiveness makes you feel insecure.

Are these actually mechanisms to ensure that we strive to be as smart and as beautiful as we are intended to be?

Or did humanity just screw up so bad we don't know what we want and can never be happy?

How am I supposed to know? I watch cheerleader movies.

My name is Gus

I am damn fine

If you want it

You gotta wait in line

Sha sha shabooya

Nathaniel Archibald Who?

I finished watching the latest episodes of Gossip Girl.
I just want you to know that

This is Chuck Bass

Dear God, It's Me, Your Daughter

‘The death of God
Reveals the truth’
Have we fallen
Or did we never try
And did Nietzsche cry
As he wrote those words
I told you
I told you, to hold the hurt
As Nietzsche wept
And little angels crept
Into our souls and died there.
You never listen
Can you even hear
The ones you made in your image
Who cry your handmade tears
I called for you,
I called
And called
Where are you when I need you?
Have I given up my right to see you?
Am I crying as I write these words
To you
Have I fallen
Or did I never try.

The Death of Sanity

Could you see heaven in a wildflower?

I was reading Trinna's recent post.
While reading it, I was reminded of an episode of Nip/Tuck Season 1.

You know, the episode where Julian McMahon/Christian Troy strips down to his undies?
The episode that, even if you never watch another episode of N/T again, would be sufficient for you to remember it forever?

That's the one.

So, in the episode, there's this old lady who has a huge crush on Dr Troy (like duh. She'd be blind not to) and also happens to be filing a malpractice suit against him and his less-hot partner (who, fyi, has a really hot son), but she's willing to drop the suit if Troy sleeps with her.

Which is a bit eeeww, but bear with me.

It turns out she hasn't slept with a man for, like, decades, and she keeps going for plastic surgery because she wants to be attractive/ perfect/ beautiful for Dr Troy.

And then Troy (who, apparently, has a heart despite being an asshole to the woman he loves), tells her that he does find her beautiful - but its the way she talks, the way she carries herself, the way she handles her business, her confidence.

All that non-physical stuff. You know. The stuff that matter.

They don't sleep together, in the end. He just holds her hand.

And he says, It's too bad that we live in a world that recognises only one kind of beauty.

Just when you think you have yourself figured out, someone comes along and pisses all over it.
And I wrote a nice long post about this, but Blogspot decided to delete it.
Thanks Blogspot!
May your inanimate soul rot in hell.

Bastards.

Bizarroland

It's not that easy, Peaches

I went for my first Abnormal Psychology tuto.
There were two other people there when I walked in.
One of them was the tutor.
I wondered whether the other 80 people had gotten lost (like me) or was unaware of the exact existence of the SK building (also, like me).

The tutor is Iraqi.
I have no idea what she is saying most of the time. But it’s kind of cool.
In the end there were 8 students.
4 Chinese girls sat on the right side of the class.
3 Malay girls sat on the left side of the class.
I sat in front.
Alone.
Isn’t it great living in a multicultural society?

Anyway, this brilliant seating position ensured that the tutor ended up repeating her lesson 3 times.
As if we were in three different classrooms instead of all being in the Same Room.
Imagine.
A lesson you barely understand.
Repeated three times.
I guess she was trying to be fair.
But when you accommodate Stupidity, you just end up looking kinda stupid yourself.

What really annoys me is when the tutor asks questions, and everyone just stares at the tutor.
Especially if the question has been repeated TWICE before.
Just get the hell over with it already! Takde guna nak bajet ayu lah wei. People just want to throw stuff at you for being so. damn. thick.
I always feel obliged to the tutors to answer their questions. I mean, since they are standing right in front of me and all that.
Unlike the rest of the class.
Kalau ulang 327 kali pun takkan jawab KOT.

Corsets for Guys

Yeah Right

Diserang Kentang

I HEART POTATOES.

I HEART EVERYTHING!

Tadi aku dan Rumet pergi Tesco.

Di sana kami diserang kentang.

Kentang itu tidak berjaya mengenai aku, tetapi Rumet aku malangnya tidak terlepas.


Selepas itu, Rumet aku melanggar lelaki yang paling cute yang aku telah lihat di Penang.

Serious.

Muka dia macam Ben Ong, tapi tak se-hot Ben.

Tapi hot jugak lah.

Nasib baik jugak Rumet aku melanggar lelaki hot tu di punggung, kalau tak, tak dapatlah kami tengok muka dia.

Mood aku naik +1000 selepas tu.

Death to the Sarcophagus

This is not Emma Frost

It is still Thursday.

Things that are Not Hot

1. Violence
2. Sexism
3. Egotism
4. Stupidity
5. Insensitivity
6. Self-centredness
7. Harassment


Things that are Hot

1. Kindness
2. Intelligence
3. Humility
4. Humour
5. Consideration
6. Occasional self doubt
7. A nice car

My List of Hot Things

1. Patience
2. Maturity
3. Strength of Heart
4. Truth
5. Sportsmen/Athletes
6. Debaters
7. Emma Frost


These are not in chronological order. Because in no reality does Emma Frost rank below Debaters in matters of hotness.

Asylum

Today is thursday.

No class.

Boring.

A Zanpakuto By Any Other Name

Okay. Let the Episodes begin.

This is going to be fun.

Guys.

There are some things that you shouldn't do when expecting to hook a good looking, witty, experienced and, most importantly, intelligent female.

1. Do not have a plan. Smart women see a plan a mile away, pour tequila on it and set it on fire. Or they just laugh at you in their cynical, opportunistic hearts.

Either way, you lose.

2. Do not wear too much hair product. You are not a vampire, and therefore cannot get away with gravity-challenged hair in real life. It is just Not Hot.

Every girl loves natural waves and healthy hair, the kind that babies always go for.

Yeah. So if you don't have wavy hair, too bad for you.

There are some things you should do. Especially when it comes to your clothes.

1. Turtlenecks. Are the male equivalent of a corset. Except manly. And we also have a female version of it. There are male versions of corsets, but that's another topic entirely.

Okay, there is absolutely no correlation between corsets and turtlenecks.

Except that they're both Hot.

2. If you're wearing a shirt, and unless you're the CEO of a multimillion dollar company, roll up the sleeves. Especially if you're an athlete. Because you do not want to be confused with a Nerd*. And it's Hot, in a whatever, I don't care that I'm wearing a shirt way.

Try not to look like you're going to beat on someone when doing this.

Okay. Is all for today.

And do not wear Japanese slippers. With anything. I don't care if you're the demigod of Asian debating.

Just don't.

*will be explained along with Geek, Jock, Himbo, Dweeb et al.

Try to look like this

Modest Operandi

They say Megan Fox has a lot of fun

Since I have done my morality post of the week, I can go back to the utter nonsense.
I have a lot of free time nowadays.
I hate having free time. But when I don't have it, I bitch about it.

Ah well. Life.

Anyway. I read Trin's blog (you know, Sheena, Queen of the Jungle).
I think it may have been a mistake.
Because Trin is pretty upset about

a) Hot guys being gay

b) Women always 'settling' for less than they deserve

c) Guys as shits in general

Which made me feel like I should complain too (saje je).
I haven't run into the same problem Trin has ie The Hot Guy turning out to be gay.

I have had them turn out to be someone else's boyfriend, someone else's fiancee, thinks of me as a friend, thinks of me as a little sister, doesn't think of me at all.

Anyway. The amount of hot guys I know I can count on one hand. But not using all my fingers.
BUT the amount of hot girls I know, I don't have enough digits to count.

Why is this so? Is it because just like higher intelligence (heheheheheheh), women are born better looking? Or is it just the fact that women are physically more appealing than men in almost every way?

Is that even a question? Of course we are. Like duh.

But I think that the answer may actually be that guys just don't bother.

See. You take an average looking girl. She makes an effort to dress well, do her hair, walk with a swing in her hips, and laugh at everyone's jokes. She becomes hot.

You take an average looking guy. He either

a) slouches around expecting women to fall in love with him (which they do, because women 'settle')

or b) slouches around NOT expecting women to fall in love with him (which they do anyway, mistaking his antisociability for broody mystery).

And then there's c) the average looking guy who dresses up, makes an effort and gets branded GAY.

So.

What incentive is there for a guy to make an effort anyway? Besides self-respect and a better class of women?

Let me help you.

No, serious.

The women obviously don't need help.

Think of me as...Sam Kenobi.

Your Jedi Mistress of Making an Effort.

Deep Space Ryan

Ini bukan Spock dari Star Trek

6.1.09

Hari ini aku keluar bersama Dazz and Sheena, Queen of the Jungle. Kami bertiga ada kelas sama.

Kelas itu adalah kelas Psikologi Tak Normal.
Aku pun hairan apesal pulak dieorang namakan begitu. Kenapa bukan Psikologi Luarbiasa ke, Psikologi Alternatif ke. Taklah rasa macam ambil kelas yang diajar oleh Spock dari Star Trek.

Lepas tu kami (iaitu Dazz ngan Sheena) planning nak hang out kat Queensbay.
Sebenarnya aku ada kelas lepas itu. Kelas Creative Writing lagi tu.

Sah sahlah aku tidak pergi kelas.

Sebenarnya Sheena baru sahaja balik dari Ireland semalam. Jadi aku sudah lama gila tidak jumpa dia dan sangatlah rindu padanya.
Jadi sebenarnya aku ada alasan yang bagus untuk tidak pergi kelas.

It's just not an acceptable excuse.

Anyway, semua orang sudah balik. Akhirnya. Sheena balik. Kat pun balik (Ya, aku sedar Kat tidak ada nickname. Ini kerana aku rasa nama sebenar Kat, iaitu Katrina, sudah cukup Cool. Tapi boleh jugak aku panggil dia Anchovy. Setuju tak?).

Kami pun berbincang tentang makna kehidupan (esok nak gi clubbing tak?). Dan lelaki (Semua laki hot gay. Haih. Aku nak jadi lesbian lah macam ni). Dan masa depan (MESTI dapat kerja sebelum 2010).

Aku pun rasa kurang bitter lepas cakap dengan dieorang. Aku menyedari that life sucks, tapi tak bermakna tak ada langsung benda yang baik.
And sometimes we have to make the effort to find and keep the good things.

dot dot dit...oops. how do you spell dot again?

My god. I just reread my past few posts.

Or tried to.

They were so long that I bored myself.

I need a space adventure.

Or a longer attention span.

Icarus Had The Right Idea

This is The Fool

I managed to tear myself away from reading an online comic strip based on scenes from Phantom Menace and starring a bunch of RPG-ers. Which is hilarious. Read it here

http://www.darthsanddroids.net/

So I can now concentrate on my FYP. I haven't actually finished any one component of it yet. It's due in 3 months. Or less. Aha ha. Isn't that funny? Not as funny as the fact that my little bunnyegg is about depression. My aim is to create a Depression Kit, and save all those people from endless lifetimes of self hate and anhedonia (to see anhedonia in context to House, click Anhedonia In Context To House), to promote awareness of this occasionally fatal disease, and to make it look good.

The important part being To Make It Look Good, because let's face it, I'm an arts student, not a Psych major. They're not going to grade me on how many lives I'll theoretically save as how many people will buy the thing because it's pretty.

Anyways, I then had to start thinking about a concept for the whole thing. Concepts are fun. I like concepts because I like rules. A concept ensures that you have to have some kind of basic guideline you must adhere to. Even Picasso had a basic guideline which was : To Create Mindblowing Crap Paintings.

So my concept is Tarot Cards. After choosing a suitably esotoric concept that I myself know nothing about, I then stick on a theme of wings.
Originally, my theme was angels, because I thought it would be spiritual and uplifting. And come on, drawing angels are just Cool. It's like drawing superheroes but without the lycra costumes. Angels get to walk around naked because they don't actually have a solid form.

But obviously I wouldn't be drawing naked angels for a University Project.
Where do you think I study, Berkeley?

And then Mum asked, Why angels?
Because they're Cool.
Why do you have to make life harder for yourself?
Because I can. (Hey. I know everyone says this at least once in a conversation with a parental unit).
Okay. But wouldn't angels be dangerous?
What? Angels, dangerous? Beware of Goldfish. Run from the Omelette.
You know, sweetie, angels are associated with heaven. And being dead. So if you're depressed and feeling...suicidal...maybe seeing an angel is not such a good idea.
Hmmm.
Especially the way you draw them.
Hmmm.

Well. When I thought about depressed people, I just figured they were mentally unstable. Not bloody morons.
Who sees a picture of an angel on a Depression Kit that you chose to purchase in the first place and then throws themselves in front of a car/ out of the 29th storey window/ swallow a bottle of panadol/ (or if you're really masochistic) slit your wrists and sit in the bathtub. With a toaster. Just in case.

Depressed people, apparently.

I'm sorry, but I understand what it's like to be so down you don't want to be alive and all that. But I assure you, my artwork isn't going to make your existence any much harder to bear.
But I love my mother, so I changed it to wings.

Also, it is such a bitch to draw full body wings for every character. I had to study duck wings. Duck! Now I'm hungry. Like wth. I have better stuff to do.

Like reading an online comic strip based on scenes from The Lord of the Rings and starring a bunch of RPG-ers.
Read it here

http://www.shamusyoung.com/twentysidedtale/?p=612

:)

Mary Sunshine and the Search for a Soul

Somehow I never write well when I'm happy.
Fortunately it rarely happens.

So.
As an avid moviestalker, I just want to say
WTF FOX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Thank you for screwing up everyone's viewing pleasure right into next year.
The bloody hell were you thinking by suing Warner's AFTER Watchmen was wrapped and set to be released????What?Why? When we've been teased with wicked posters and campy outfits?What did we ever do to you?????? I have been a loyal supporter of you, Fox, ever since X-Men the Animated Series. Ever since I figured out that movies came from studios.
Which, to be honest, was not that long ago.

Honest to God it is just pure fricking spite for Fox to do this. Watchmen was like the only movie that would seriously be worth watching. Because it was nearly exactly like the graphic novel (or so I've heard. I've never read them. But I figure from The Spirit, anything that sticks to its originally intended representation is on the right path).
Come on. You know, don't you, that Wolverine: Origins is gonna blow. Gambit looks gay, and he's only there to please the fans, because wth does he have to do with Wolverine's origins? There's no Deathstrike. Deadpool is Ryan Reynolds. Frost was a lie. Fox is behind it. Nobody gives a shit about Harry Potter. Everyone's gonna watch Star Trek because there hasn't been a decent sci-fi flick since...A New Hope. I'll watch Sherlock Holmes because I'm in love with Robert Downey Jr. But that's it. Maybe S. Darko. Which isn't even directed by the original Darko director. So maybe not.

So let's be realistic here.
There's NOTHING to watch this year.
Not without Watchmen.

Wtf Fox. I hope you never have a hit movie or tv series for the next, like, two years. Or whatever.

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In fact, doesn't it make you wonder about the amount of crap that gets released every year? I haven't exactly been watching that many movies, but as I recall the ones I watched were basically all crap. In fact, I remember one movie that was so bad that I don't even remember what it was. It was the one before Max Payne, and Bangkok Dangerous, but after The Other Boleyn Girl. Is it just me? Or did I watch only crap movies this year?
Oh. Dark Knight was cool. And The Hulk.
And of course, Iron Man.
Penelope was nice too. And Juno.
Ah forget it. There will never be another Lord of the Rings.
So there.

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Did anyone else notice the similarities in Twilight and True Blood? (TV series, not the books. I don't see the need to torture myself).

See:

1. Vampire vs Shapeshifter = Duh.
Shiny Ed vs Jacob. Baldspot Bill vs Sam. The shifters always lose. Why? Is there some kind of vampire affirmative action that necessitates portrayals of them being capable of true love? For God's sake. No one in their right mind would choose a dead person over a living one. Especially a dead one who can't go out in daylight/ hot sun. That's just a lousy excuse not to do heavy chores like hanging clothes and mowing the damn lawn.

2. Irritating Female Lead
They start out strong and independent. And then turn into grovelling twits needing to be rescued. Like wth. Do all women actually want that for themselves? To be saved. Out of situations they wouldn't even have been in the first place if it wasn't for their damn vampire boyfriends.
So we're all basically masochists. Explains a lot.

3. Telepathy
Ed is telepathic, but cannot read Bella's mind, which then makes him all curious about her (which is just a cover for teenage lust because vampires are too cool for that, obviously). Sookie is telepathic, but cannot read Bill's mind, which makes her all curious about him (they didn't even bother with a cover for the lust part).
Is telepathy suddenly the in thing? Becasue I honestly cannot think of a more useless ability. Especially in Sookie's case.
Did anyone think, maybe Sookie/ Ed should be telekinetic, or be able to form mirages, or have a pet demon or something that wasn't telepathy?

4. Love
Everyone's in love. Yippidee doo da. The girls do realise the vampires do this every five decades or so right? Anyway. The whole purpose of the stories are to prove how much these people love each other.
Yes.
Yay.
Good for them.
Did they have to make it so damn convoluted? And why do they assume vampires are even capable of monogamy? ARGH.

So, whatever.
This is pointless anyway.
Let me go and write a vampire story and show them how it's done.
Ha ha ha.

The Castle In The Sky Is Leaking

Thundercats are...fully clothed nowadays

I have discovered something while shoe shopping. It is something that actually applies to everything in life that neccesitates choices.

It is the Sixth Sense.

It is not some supernatural bullcrap, nor is it the manifestation of the advent of homo superior...although that would be pretty cool too.
It is what you feel when you find It. Or The One. That Thing That You Have Been Looking For Out Of All The Many Things You Had Already Seen.

The feeling is so incredibly different from finding a pair of nice shoes and a pair of The Shoes (Of course, The Shoes apply to every category. Therefore, there is The Heels, The Wedges, The Red Shoes, The Flats...you get it). It's the difference between The One You Will Put Up With and The One Who Will Make You Happy.

Which is when it occured to me that this feeling can be used for guys as well. I mean, it's chemistry. But the thing is that, I've never felt for a guy the way I have felt for my shopping.

No, I am NOT A SHOPAHOLIC. That would be LilyFlower.

Does the lack of feeling mean that I have been ignoring this Sixth Sense when not shopping? Or are the choices of men so far in my life just not euphoria-inducing?
For once, I give the guys the benefit of the doubt. It is not their fault that they are not as exciting as what is basically cloth sewn together and stuck on the ugliest part of our body. So, it means that will have to activate my Sixth Sense when around cute guys just to see if I get the same reaction as I do with...shoes. Or dresses. Or tees. Or socks (knee high).
If it seems as if I am objectifying men, it's probably because I am.

So anyway. I was wondering how I would activate it. Like, By The Power Of Greyskull, or Flame On!, or Avengers Assemble!

Or maybe not.