Dizzy the Geometric Pattern

To my target audience of depressed people, and in the spirit of my seventies theme, here is a public service announcement:

No, of course this isn't what I've been doing this whole time.

I've been doing this, and other similar stuff as well.

But I think I like this poster best.

Maybe I'll slip it in my project and see who gets it.

They will then get a free voucher for bellbottoms and tacky hair.

Fish Out Of Water

ikan masin. saje je.

There is something I want to bitch about.
More so than usual.
It's this thing that I've noticed sedang menular di kalangan rakyat malaysia and all that dire stuff.


It's the love of white skin.
Serious.
Have you ever noticed some people like to show off how many mat salleh friends they have? Like it makes them superior to everyone else? And even better for them if they have white relatives?
Yeah, serious.
I knew a guy who used to bring up his relatives in germany, oh, every week. And his friends overseas everyfuckingday.
Oh for god's sake. They are there and you are here. And you are most ceratinly not white OR eurasian by proxy dude.

And it is ONLY white people. As in, white coloured people. If you know a black south african, I noticed nobody makes a big deal about it. But if you know a blonde south african, it's like, oh Jimmy this and Jimmy that and post countless unreplied messages on Jimmy's wall just to prove that you know Jimmy. On facebook.

Because obviously everyone you add on facebook are your most intimate friends.

Yeah, you can speak english. Good for you lah. Now you are superior to most of the Malaysian population. Oh, and you have white friends who can't pronounce your name properly. No doubt you are most definitely superior to all of the population now.
There's nothing wrong with having caucasian friends or relatives.
It's bizarre if you have them, and then don't shut up about them.
It's also bizarre when you start trying to talk like them. And act like them.

And I hate it that even our lecturers are jumping on this neo-colonialist-asthetist bandwagon bullshit. You know, there are other students in your class besides the two blondies from sweden.
There are also the local students and the exchange students from China. Like wtf. You never find asian exchange students getting excess attention.
Probably because they are asian, and subscribe to the asian body image template.

Have some pride lor. We didn't get our bloody independence just so the recent generations can go back to grovelling at the boots of former colonial masters.
I mean, yeah, I love me some Irish accent anytime, and Cajun is just the bomb.
(okay, cajun not really white. but, it's from america and it's very hot. remember, watch disney's the frog princess when it comes out this year).
But they're just people too.



Um, okaylor.
I've run out of steam.
Also my best friend just pointed out to me that even if I didn't like the attitude of my fellow asians who chose to patheticise themselves by putting down their own, there's nothing I can do about it. Except bitchlah of course.

Anyway. I'm hungry now. Need some Mars Bars.
Or mashed potatoes.
Homemade mashed potatoes with lots of butter, and the little bits still in it, with lashings (hahaha. isnt that a weird cook-y word. sounds BDSM) of milk..gaaakarrgh...salivatory glands...droooooooooooooooooooooooooooooolaaaaaaaagghhak

The Rest for the Weary

Valentine's.
Named after a saint.
Bet he martyred himself.
Who wouldn't, with a nancyboy name like that? Probably volunteered for martyrism.

Anyway.
I went to Chowrasta. And bought Polgara the Sorceress.
Why did I buy a David Eddings book when I know that every book of his is a regurgitation of the previous book?
Because it had the word Sorceress.
Cool word what.
And his books are pretty funny sometimes.

Do you know...
That the SoHo Dolls rock.

I wanna prophesize
my vessel is capsized
I sailed through the tides
through my tears
through my cries

That after listening to her songs for the hundredth time because i just play every song in my library because I'm too lazy to create a playlist, A Fine Frenzy is actually pretty nice.

All the same
I don't want mudslinging games
It's such a shame
To let you walk away

That Garbage will transcend time with their brilliantness.
wtf i meant brilliance.

You come on like a drug
I just can't get enough
I'm like an addict coming at you for a little more
And there's so much at stake
I can't afford to waste
I never needed anybody like this before

That Damien Rice has probably driven people to suicide by his mere burp. His burp of melancholia.

You could've called if you'd needed
But you lonelily got yourself locked instead
And you let me down
It's one thing being cheated
But you took him all the way through your bed
And now you're coming home
And I'm trying to forgive
You're coming home
And I'm trying to forget

Modern day lyricists are really modern day poets.
Some of them anyway.
Some of them just pay other people to be cheesy.

Llorando Por Tu Amor

I can't figure out how to fix the previous post, so too bad lah.

Because I have discovered free photoshop brushes.

I LOVE PHOTOSHOP BRUSHES.

HAIL PHOTOSHOP BRUSHES.

Serious shit.

Check this out:

Cool cool cool right?

Yeah, I know I am a third year graphic student, like what the hell was I doing in class these past few years, but whatever okay. I'm still a good student and right now I'm fecking brilliant.

I would like to thank all those people whose brushes allowed me to achieve this. God bless you, seriously.

So this is my second dedication to valentine's day. To all the broken promises and fallen expectations and little lies we practice in love.

I tried to do cheerful, I really did...no, that's a lie. I just didn't bother. Why should I jump into the candy infested waters of joy when I cannot swim nor do I like candy?

It's not even depressing what. My roommate liked it. She said it looked cute.

Yah, serious.

And for some heart wrenching love song recommendations, try Rebekah del Rio's Llorando.

The lyrics go like this:

Yo que pens้ que te olvid้

pero es verdad es la verdad

que te quiero a๚n mแs,

mucho mแs que ayer.

Dime t๚ qu้ puedo hacer

no me quieres ya

y siempre estar้

llorando por tu amor (x2).

Tu amor se llev๓

todo mi corazon

y quedo llorando

llorando (x5)

por tu amor.

Which literally means (not a direct translation...duh):

I am crying my heart out for your love

I thought I was okay, but when I saw you

I realised I was not.

I thought I could get over what I feel for you

But I could not.

Your love,

has taken the heart out of me

And I am left crying for your love

Crying x 500 basically.

Cheers.

Let Me Count the Ways

I am jumping on the valentine's bandwagon.

Saje je.

I mean, any attention is good attention if you're a commercial holiday right.

Please click to enlarge.xoxo.

I am ok with valentine's.

So, if I feel properly inspired, I will create a Valentine's Day card, celebrating all the goodness of that day.

The Shining

Here are some pics of me, Iylia and Trin.
We went to Kek Lok Si when it was all lighted up last week.
You will be able to count the number of pictures with one hand because Blogspot would only let me upload that many photos.

Which is still better than Facebook, which allowed me to upload exactly none.

Akhirnya, makanan Penang yang sedap

Kek Lok Si yang cantik dari jauh

Accursed Hotspot...

Commander Cody Says

Commander Cody aka I Don't Know Who He Is, But My Brother Thinks He Rocks.

Many things have happened since I last blogged.

(Play intro music, a la Last Week On...)

Things That Have Happened Since I Last Blogged:

1. Kat smushed her fingers in a five tonne compressor.

2. Iylia and I watched Ong Bak 2. (If you are thinking WTF, then you are thinking what I was thinking).

3. Trinna came back. And cooked mushrooms.

4. There is a violinist in my creative writing class.

5. I discovered this EXCELLENT website that EVERYONE should go to (because it makes fun of Twilight) : http://www.the-editing-room.com/twilight.html

6. It's my brother's birthday today!

My brother is probably never going to read this, but I want to say some stuff about him, because he is an incredible little brother.


Dear Ben,

You are the most important thing in the world to me (yes, you are even more important than the cat). I won't say this to you, because I know it is very hard to be responsible for the happiness of someone else. You should know that I will never be disappointed in you, whatever it is that you do (unless you get arrested and thrown in jail).

I know that you are good, and strong, and kind. Maybe sometimes you will wish you didn't have to be. I'm sorry if you do, and I'm sorry that I am not there with you, especially now that things are not great at home.

I will be back soon, to save you from Mum and Dad. I promise I'll play Star Wars Monopoly with you, so long as you let me be Amidala. Or Vader.

I can't do much for your birthday, but I will be able to some day soon. Assuming I get a job once I graduate.

I love you, little brother.

Happy Birthday.