Oh, It's Real Love, It's Real

Today I woke up to the sound of my alarm, which was Love Lockdown.
I then proceeded to try and reenact the Beat Freaks tutting with their arms from America's Best Dance Crew, for no apparent reason.
I then went back to sleep.

I. Need. A. Job. Or the entire season of Fringe.

I’ve been at home, with nothing much to do. So I started something that I’ve always wanted to do: make comic characters.
Yup. I mean, it’s not like I create them from scratch. What I did was adapt pre-existing characters (Marvel ones, of course), redraw them and slap on my designs and facial features. Which takes a lot more time than I thought it would.
But I did it! And since I promised Ally and Vit (or at least Ally. Here’s a surprise for you, Vit. Hahahaaaa) that I’d do it, here it is!
Please bear in mind that this is total comic book fantasy, and if I actually looked like this, I would be in the next Transformers movie instead of sitting in front of this laptop, blogging about my lack of employment.



Fable
Dear Me. I couldn’t figure out what powers to give myself, so I have four arms. Hahahaa. Kidding. I have shadow stuff, that can become things. Like my suit. And arms. And rocketlaunchers and Robert Downey, Jr.
Body by: X-23. Of course. Heheh.



Paragon
Dear Ally. I couldn’t figure out how to make you look cool while healing people, so you get to fly til I figure it out. I wanted to give you sparkly blue stuff too, but my Photoshop brushes are misbehaving. I could give you weird-coloured skin, like Elixir, just to have something visible, but that would be so cliché. Uh huh. Are you sure you don’t want to control an army of zombies?
Body by: Polaris.


Radiance
Dear Vit. Yours was the hardest to do, because I had to find a position where the hands were open, so that you could blast energy spheres.
You know, I felt so cool just writing that sentence down.
Body by: Domino.

So you guys not only got to be my audience, you also received a small education in some of the coolest characters in the Marvel Universe! i.e. Polaris, X-23 and Domino.
Extra references would be Spiral, Aurora, Jubilee and Psylocke.

You're welcome.

And yes, I am perfectly aware of how excessively nerdy this whole thing is. I think I’ll turn everyone into Jedis for my next art fest.

Shiny Shining Shinier

I LOVE yewwwwww

Today I went for my second driving lesson.

I am in fact not a bad driver, just a terrified one. You could die at any minute on the road! Accidents happen all the time! Of course accidents happen all the time at home, at school, on flat surfaces and off tall buildings. But we're not talking about those (yet).

My instructor didn't panic much, although he did mention that when I eventually do buy a car, it 'most definitely must be an auto'. Yeah. He also looked a bit concerned when, at the end of the lesson, I admitted that I hadn't realised we had been driving around in circles for the past hour.
In my defence, they were really big, town-sized circles. Not many people would have noticed.

Really.

Meanwhile, I have watched District 9, Up and 17 Again.
Up was depressing like anything, except for Dug the super-adorable dog. 'I was hiding under your porch because I love you.' How adorable is that? Adorable doggy.

Or Less

Today, I managed to convince my grandparents that my driving is so bad, if I went to KL, I would kill myself driving in a straight line.
So they will only even consider allowing me to move under these conditions:

1. I find a place that is FIVE MINUTES OR LESS away from my future theoretical workplace.

2. I go for driving lessons.

Yep.

My driving is so bad, that my grandfather, who survived the second world war and the Japanese Occupation, and who taught everyone in my mother's family how to drive, is hiring a driving instructor for me.

A. Driving. Instructor. for Driving. Lessons. At 23.

And if I don't manage to convince them that I am not a danger to myself and the unfortunate people surrounding me on the road, then I won't be moving anywhere. Which I totally agree with, having great appreciation for my life and that of the car.

Stupid cars. Why couldn't they have made flying carpets or something. If technology is so great, shouldn't they have made teleporters by now? Shouldn't we be living on spaceships? Shouldn't we be colonising the moon? And the best they can come up with is some pansy hybrid vehicle that can't even fly. Wth. What is wrong with these people. They have no vision whatsoever.

Speaking of vision, James Cameron has a new movie that he promises will blow your mind. I hope it will be a Star Trek kind of blow-your-mind, where you wish you had your own IMAX for everytime you watched it, and not a G I Joe kind of blow-your-mind, which reduces you to a level of mild retardation for the duration of the movie. I actually felt my brain cells die when they were shooting MISSILES at the van Snake Eyes was stuck under TO SAVE HIM. There. Didn't your brain cells die too? And you didn't even watch the whole movie yet.

Dude, Where are My World Destroying Powers?

I'm too lazy to do the rest of Star Trek, so you'll have to use whatever imagination you have.
To those of you with lots of imagination, Star Trek totally rocks, right?
To those of you with little imagination...watch more tv.

I actually wanted to post up this recipe for pineapple upside down cake which is a total cheat because it's too easy to make but everyone will think you're some kind of baking goddess.
Totally undeserved, but you take what you get. People give you plus points, too, for saying it was easy. Which it was.

I watched Pineapple Express. I think I'm in love with James Franco. No, really. He is just such a cute drug dealer.

Yeah whatever

Take A Break

I borrowed 3 books from the library.

1. The Nature of Monsters

2. The Blood of Flowers

3. Secrets of the Chess Machine

This proves that I am a sucker for interesting titles. I was even BS-ed into borrowing and actually reading Special Topics in Calamity Physics because it sounded so quaint. It turned out to be the greatest waste of time since my ex-boyfriend.

But that is the only anomaly. Black is the Colour of My True Love's Heart, The Meaning of Night, The Wooden Sea, The Amazing Adventures of Cavalier and Clay, The Voyage of the Narwhal, A Philosophical Investigation have all been wonderful wonderful wonderful. I wish that I could write here every book I borrowed for its name that has left a happy little mark on my memory, even the ones with only a one-word title, because their incredibleness is not contained by the size of their title.

Isn't it cool? I mean, I would write a book just so that I could name it something interesting. Just so that I can imagine someone spotting it while browsing through shelves and thinking, Hey, that looks interesting, or What is it about?

Wouldn't that be nice? In the world of Cadbury. Etc etc etc.
I'm hungry.

Heel Chace Turn

I was reading collegecandy when I realised that Chace Crawford and Zac Efron look very similar.

Very. Similar.

So went on a google image hunt to find proof of my theories when I stumbled upon Jared Leto.

But then while looking at pictures of all three, I was completely distracted by Chace Crawford. He smiles in nearly every picture! It was so hard to find pictures of all three of them in similar poses because he smiles so much.

Okay, okay. This post is actually to tell everyone what a beautiful smile Chace Crawford has.

Just kill me already for gods sake.

Dean Winchester Can Kill Two Stones With One Bird

I don't need to justify myself to you.

Isn't Dean Winchester awesome?

I think I almost died trying to laugh silently at that while I was in the office. I think I managed to make my boss believe that I suffer from a loud and embarrassing nasal disorder, but it was so worth it.

Dean Winchester is the only man to ever defeat a brick wall in a game of tennis.

Similar to a Russian nesting doll, if you were to break Dean Winchester open. you would find another Dean Winchester inside, only smaller and angrier.

For some, the left testicle is larger than the right one. For Dean Winchester, each testicle is larger than the other one.

Sam Winchester got a perfect score on his SAT's, simply by writing Sam Winchester for every answer.

Sam Winchester can set ants on fire with a magnifying glass. At night.

There is no theory of evolution, just a list of animals John Winchester allows to live.

In an average living room there are 1,242 objects John Winchester could use to kill you, including the room itself.

A unicorn once kicked John Winchester. That is why they no longer exist.

I would love to copy and paste everything but I'm too lazy and that would sort of feel like plagiarism so check it here:

I LOVE SAM WINCHESTER.

BINTURONG

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGG
GGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The bunny is too cute.

He's Just Not That...Whatever.

They forgot to put Natalie Portman in this movie

When this movie was in production, I heard they had some trouble with the title.
They couldn’t decide between He’s Just Not That Into You and Scarlett Johansson’s Boobs.

Since they didn’t want to associate with Z-grade porn, the movie was named the former.

I’m not the kind of person who is capable of remembering every quotable quote from a movie and then successfully regurgitating it afterwards. But there was a scene that made me think, Hey, yeah. That’s true.

It was a scene between Justin Long (Alex) and Ginnifer Goodwin (Gigi). Basically Gigi had just attempted to throw herself at Alex, and he was all Huh? What?
And she tells him it was because of all the ‘signs’

Like, you say it’s nice hearing from you, and your imaginary friend ‘Bill’ and you even stopped making out with a hot chick to answer my call.

And his reply:

What? What is wrong with you women? Why do you have to overanalyze everything? Why do you have to take things apart and see signs everywhere?!? Why do you have to pick it to bits…God! This is exactly what I was telling you about.

And Trin and I were like, Oh my God, this is exactly what women do, everytime, without fail. Analyse analyse analyse. Everything has a meaning. Why can’t being nice to a member of the opposite sex just mean that you’re being nice?
Because, if you are into that member of the opposite sex, it’ll mean something. If that person is into you, it means something. If that person is goodlooking or interesting or funny or in any way a FIVE AND ABOVE ON THE TEN SCALE for you, it means something. Whether you want it to or not.

So besides that sucky moment of realization, and the other sucky moment of realization (that women treat guys that they are not into just as badly as guys treat girls that they are not into), the movie was basically about Scarlett Johansson’s assets, Ginnifer Goodwin’s smile, and the fact that Jennifer Aniston is old and unmarried. And Bradley Cooper.
Bradley Cooper as the cheating husband is disgustingly hot – and self-centered. After his first huge mistake that ends in divorce, at the end of the movie, he just does it again.
People like him can’t help it. Once a cheater, always a cheater.

In my opinion, the movie could have happily cruised along based wholly on Justin Long’s charm. Not that I’m complaining about Scarlett. She is hot the way forest fires wish they were hot.

And another thing. Like, 70% of the cast is named Jennifer, or some derivative.
Hollywood! Hire some Anushkas or Mei Lings or something already.

A Military Operation

I was going to write a post railing at the injustice of the world.

Then I made the mistake of clicking on yahoo's movie gallery for G.I. Joe.

I tell you, YOU try not letting your eyes glaze over with lust at these images:

Duke (of what?)

Baroness (of what?)

Granted, I know nothing of G.I. Joe. It wasn't cool enough for me to watch when I was a kid (despite the fact that I unprejudicedly watched everything that came on) and movie studios regularly retcon well-loved characters into unrecognisable sexpots, so I'm thinking these pictures are merely a representation of a movie studio's fantasy of G.I. Joe, and nothing whatsoever to do with the geek reality of the actual cartoon.

Geeks, I feel you. I felt a great desire to defenestrate the person who brought The Spirit to the big screen (sorry Frank Miller).


But...that's CHANNING TATUM. With a SCAR.

And SIENNA MILLER. In a CORSET. And GLASSES.

Thank you Paramount, for screwing up and making my day a little better.



But I sure as hell ain't watching the actual movie thankyewverymuch.

Kab Se, Ha Kab Se Tu Lab Pe Ruki Hai.. Kab De

Today I spent one hour at McDonalds, waiting for a guy. Who didn't show up.
Why?
Because of Macromedia Flash OF COURSE bastardpieceofcrapsoftwarethatcrawledoutoftheassholeofhell.

See, I have to submit both my Flash assignments tomorrow (due to the circumstance that I didn't bother passing up my previous project on its deadline, having NOT DONE IT), and I was happily (yeahh right) macromedia-ing away until I hit a dead end.

My buttons couldn't link.

For those of you not in the know, buttons not linking in Flash is like..chemicals not reacting in an experiment. Forgetting the connecting verb (noun? whatever?) in a sentence. Losing a synapse.
Like that.
Basically, if I didn't fix it, I was screwed.

In utter panic, I called my coursemate at 1 am, and he agreed to help me the next day (which is today. Next time set an alarm!).
Of course I would have noticed this discrepancy earlier.
Had I bothered starting earlier.

So I cheerfully go to meet my saviour aka my class genius, only to have to wait. For an hour. AN HOUR. I was so bored I made a list of stuff I hate:

1. Waiting
2. Waiting
3. Waiting
4. Guys with mullets.

And I wrote a song:

Dear God I hate waiting

Like an animal for slaughter

Like the piglets in the barn

Before the bleating laughter

And please I cannot stand

These French Fries so divine

It's screwing up my diet

Where the hell is Kit?

Taa daa.

I also wrote three poems and a concept for a scene.

Talk about productive.
I did basically everything EXCEPT Flash.
After an hour, I called another friend and asked for her help.
With two lines she fixed my problem.
Over the phone.
While I was in McDonald's. Waiting for someone else.
ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH FUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK BINTURONG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I should have just called her in the first place.
Genius you Kit my ass...cannot even wake up before 12...cisssssssssssssssssssssssss.

And I'm using Jai Ho in my project.
Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.

samurai dogs

I did not go to KL.
Also due to the idiocy of grown men.
Tell me, how many people can miss a flight...TWICE??
zomfgdumbass.

Oh well. At least I won't miss my Psych test.

But I'm also missing any opportunity to meet Aya Kato.

sans merci

I'm going to KL tomorrow.


Why am I going KL tomorrow?


Because all the grown men I know are idiots.


I will come back and tell you all how KL Design Week and David Carson was.


But only if I have stuff to bitch about.


Hahaha.

Anyways.

Don't piss me off or I'll stare at you really meanly.

Oh, and go for the Mass Communications IMPACT Week.

Haha.

Annie Lennox

we entertain people

I hate Macromedia. I think I've mentioned it before.
But I don't think I've made it clear how much I dislike it.
I really, really, really dislike it.

Like, really.

Why?

a) I don't understand it

b) I rarely get it to work

c) If it works, there's always something wrong with it that I can't figure out

d) I can't get by on sheer mindblowing creativity (assuming I am capable of even that), because I don't have the technical abilities to manifest my ideas.

e) I just hate it. Ok?

And then people get all surprised when I don't finish my assignments in one day.

Well, duh.

It only takes me like FOREVER to understand ONE PAGE of The Complete Reference to Macromedia Flash MX wtf.

That, and the fact I keep putting off my MX assignments til the last minute.
Who wouldn't?I bet veterinary students keep their shit-inspection assignments for last. There is a parallel there. Except I don't need to wear gloves.

Fortunately, I didn't return my copy of TCRTMFMXwtf for some other procrastinating nerdoid to swipe.
Which makes me several...months overdue.
But still. I have it, and you don't.
Thank God for all-consuming laziness.

BYSSHE BYSSHE GIRL

Percy Bysshe Shelley is one of the famous romantic poets.

What?

Who the heck is Percy?

Why, he is the cheating gentleman who married Mary Shelley. After leaving his wife. But not before they started their affair.

You know Mary Shelley.

She wrote that crap excuse for a literary classic, Frankenstein.

Anyway. I spent the whole day today at my friend’s final year project shoot. He’s a mass comm. student, so he was filming this video clip, along with the rest of his group.

Apparently, his group was shortchanged and they only have three people. Other groups have five. So being the kind hearted people that we are, my roomie and I helped him out.

Yeah, right. Padahal nak tumpang glamour shoot je ponn.

Best. Giler.

I helped to do the Talent’s hair (see, they call their actresses etc Talents. Cool cool cool right?), and watched her get her semi-goth makeup done, and made pretend wind with Styrofoam boards and helped control the background music.

The Talent was this girl named Vivian, who bore an uncanny resemblance to Serena van der Woodsen.

Serious.

My roomie and I are big suckers for GG.
She even has a mole on her face like Serena.
So if she’s Serena, then I must be…Blair! Hahahahahahahahahaha…or does that make me Georgina?
Crap.
The underage girl obsessed with Gregory House, or The Slayer’s sister and Gateway to other dimensions?
Duh.
Leighton Meester all the way.

MINDBIRD

I don't have a ploy, and it didn't work.


But not to worry. I will return, with a ploy. Or at least a better ploy than a non-ploy ploy.


And if you're wondering what I am rambling about, that is between me and Rocket.


HAHAHAHA.


And if I could choose/rip off my superhero name, it'd be MINDBIRD (from Whateley).


Mindbird mindbird mindbird.


I don't know why. But it's very catchy to me. Kind of like Flo-Rida's Right Round.


Or Ne-Yo's Sexy Love.

Which has been playing on loop for the past few hours ever since Trin kindly gave it to me to save me from an eternity of humming only the first line of the song (because that was all I could remember from my illegally downloaded youtube video of Allison and Ivan in So You Think You Can Dance 2).


Yes, I am a closet reality dance contest freak.


So there.


At least I don't still watch episodes of Survivor XXXVIIM. Or whatever.

The dance that changed my life: Contemporary to Why by Annie Lennox. The human body is a beautiful, incredible thing. Especially if you look like Allison...

Paler By Comparison

Unless you are blind, you must have noticed that I have changed the blog layout.
Not that it signifies anything.
I just wanted to see if I could figure out how to change it.

And I am bitchy because it is 6 AM and I haven't slept yet because I find that figuring HTML BS is slightly easier for me when I am nearly incoherent from lack of sleep.
The mind works in mysterious ways.
When it bothers working.

This is not to be my permanent layout. I prefer the old one.
I just cropped my valentine's poster to make this one.
Because I am lazy, okay? Jeez. What do I look like, some fricking genius who is capable of whipping up breathtaking blogskins at DAWN? Or twilight. Or whatever.

Anyway. I love everyone and the world is a wonderful place.
Really.
It is.