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 PAX ET LIBERTAS IN AETERNUM Hey. Sorry it took me so long, the rain started to come down heavy and I didn't have an umbrella with me. I hope you haven't been waiting long. Mind if I smoke? So I heard you're gonna be 53 soon. We both know that's bullshit, you've been around far much longer than that, but lets put up with the trivial formalities. For the sake of the children. While we're on that subject, I heard you've been having trouble with the kids. Well, what's new eh? It's always one thing or the other. To tell you the truth, I prefer having the kids throw their tantrum, make some noise, create their own little drama. It makes me feel less guilty because whatever comes after is something they created themselves. I've got no hand in it whatsoever. Let me tell you the word I've been hearing on the streets lately. Freedom. Freedom rights, free sex, free size, buy 1 free 1...it's got all the kids in a buzz. And from the look of things, your main concern at the moment would be freedom of equality; tearing down the barrier between cultures, races and religion etc. Well, it sounds reasonable enough. But the tally does not match, and the numbers fall short. Nothing adds up. There's no need to look so nervous. I'm hungry for Pesto Cavatappi, not mortal flesh. Not this time around, anyway. Besides, the kids aren't interested in a broken present brought up by the fragile past, no, they see an adamantium future and they want it. They're working at it harder than Lucy has ever worked for me. They should learn to be more careful though. One false step and they'll end up like so many before them. But that's what makes it all the more exciting. You're right; I find this period so enjoyable because I'm not you. Sorry. Is that the time? Well, can't be helped that you have work to do. See you later. Oh, and congratulations. You're 53 now. Labels: rants sanity is overrated
Will not stay for long. Just wanted to mention a few things on some interesting topics I came across while moving along the Great Informational Technology (or GIT for short).Sex IS legal. A few aspects of it are made illegal here in Malaysia, but it's general consensus that sexual penetration of little children aged 12 and below (years may vary) is a deplorable act that calls upon immediate annihilation with no mercy or forgiveness. Even if the perpetrator is a grapist. Everybody is bipolar. Take me for example. I'm a darling Yes-man in front of Chop Suey and Jijik, but take those two some distance away from me and I'll turn to the nearest person next to me and say, 'What a fucking asshole.' Everybody else does this. Don't lie.
EDIT: I've provided links except for the chinko manga. You'll have to come up with your own means to figure that one out. what are directions? is it something yummy?
Mum had me turn 12th RC upside down last Friday night just because my sis went MIA without her hand phone. She had her reasons for being worried, but I'm sure I creeped out a PASUM girl and ruined a couple's break up in the process (hahaha, most momentous break up EVER!).My ever resourceful mother suggested that I look for my sister at her friends' room, which I did. She didn't remember the room number but gave me directions instead. The conversation probably went along something like this: Mak: Bilik dia sama deret ngan bilik Nadia- Me: *in my head* deret? DERET? darum darum dam dam Daaaanmaaaark Mak: -boleh nampak from the bridge- Me: Nampak from the bridge? Oh, you mean the first bilik that you see when you come from the bridge-lah? Mak: What? No, you can see the balcony and the- Me: *in my head* I left the chocolate buns in my room. I want them. Hungry. HUNGRY. Needless to say, I got the wrong room. And seven days prior to today, Aliaa and I went to have iftar at the Turkish Horizon school. Being surrounded by foreigners while awkwardly figuring out how to eat Turkish food made us feel a bit odd, but then we found a world map in the office and ended up spending over an hour going through it. That last bit may sound a bit lame, but at least we're making an effort to acquaint ourselves with world geography. And it's all thanks to Hetalia~*snort* The amount of ink spent to indicate the massive land that is Mother Russia terrifies me. All in all, it was lovely to see Sumeyra and Isil again. They haven't changed a bit since the last time we saw each other. The food was good as well. The ride back didn't end up all that good, though. The train announcer went, 'Kepong, Kepong,' and Aliaa jumped up, panicking, 'Kepong?! KEPONG?!' and I was like, 'Kepong. So?' Well, it turned out Kepong was on the blue line of the map. KL Sentral was on the red. It was the wrong train. Big oops. Ended up having Aliaa's family pick us up. Well, every cloud has a silver lining. I got to meet Aliaa's family, along with a really cool iguana (and a lazy Golden Retriever) and successfully managed to skip out on GACC meeting! Talk about multi-tasking. Yes, I just had to end this post to make it sound like getting lost has its own awesome benefits. I am not a direction-incompetent-nincompoop. Not totally, anyway. Labels: dailies Birth By Sleep
 Y'gotta love Disney villainsThe graphics live up to KH standards as well, despite being fitted for the PSP console. Sound systems are alright. I haven't checked the composer yet, but I do love Neverland's OST. Wish they could have done better for Radiant Garden (because I'm a dork for Hollow Bastion OST). I did check the voice actors for the upcoming English release though. Surprise, surprise, Jesse McCartney returns. Must have Maleficent turn him into one of the Unbirths. Haha, I kid. He'll probably do a better job than the last time. If they bring Haley Joel Osment in for Vanitas (sp?), I seriously hope the dude will stay sober/not high for the recording sessions. Needless to say, BBS has definitely revived the KH series. Pretty awesome. Oh, oh, and a bit of a postscript. I want to slap Madame silly, just so that she can shut her bitch hole for five seconds. Your doughnut got creamed, we get it. So? Just let the issue settle on its own; and it will because Malaysians are not dumb and neither are the Muslims thank-you-very-much. Labels: games i'm the king of irony
 Credits to TonyOneKenoby.blogspot for today's insert. What makes The Pursuit of Originality uncomfortable for me is when, for want of better word, the travelers scorn whatever would be deemed unoriginal. Insert Battle Arena commentator's voice: Proactive vs Conservative, battle it out! It's worse when sarcasm is being used in the game. It feels a bit like cheating. Very entertaining at first, but it wears you out and destroys all the fun in the end. Like the time I played FF-X while using GameShark from start to finish. I felt like king of the world (in this case; Spira), looking down on all the pathetic mindless dumb animals weak against my skills. Even though in actuality, all I used was just a bunch of altered, misrepresented data. It didn't count as a win. Labels: thoughts Cold night
 It's Zuko, bitch *cue song*  Pardon my camera for the poor resolution, but what's etched on that excess PoP rolled into the shape of kuih raya is 'AANG' and below it, 'ZUKO'. It's pretty much the result of boredom and lingering affection for Avatar: The Last Airbender. Puan Aida would kill me if she finds out I use her precious diamond bur to satisfy the fangirl in me. It's been a bloody hectic week for both Hazel and I, so it was a huge relief to be able to relax and be our awesomely embarrassing geeky selves in public- and what better place than a tourist hot spot like KLCC? And this time, the highlight of the outing was M. Night Shyamalan's latest movie, 'The Last Airbender', which is a movie adaptation of Nickelodeon's own famous cartoon series. When I first heard of the movie plans, I must have cursed out loud. Hollywood is running low on ideas, and they were going to sacrifice another piece of awesome animation/comic. Luckily, there was a mention of M. Night Shyamalan planning to direct, and I loved his movies (...except for The Happening) so there was still hope for the movie adaptation. The trailer came out attached to Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen aaaand I knew the movie was going to suck. Big time. But still, I held on to Shyamalan. So we watched the movie. It still sucked, but I enjoyed it; even if I was only watching the cartoon all over again in my head instead of the actual movie. If I were to pay actual mind to the poor scriptwriting, poor acting, poor timing, poor jokes, poor directing in general; there's a high chance I would go emo and burn my Shyamalan collection. Yes, even the original Sixth Sense Auntie Ila got for us from US (hahha, geddit, geddit?) I wouldn't mind going to watch the movie again. Just so I can... uh...donate my money to Shyamalan so that he can hire DiMartino and Konietzko to stand by him throughout the production of the movie and tell him, 'Babe, you've got it all wrong And tell Dev Patel to close his mouth. Zuko is a prince damnit, not a gaping ingit.' Labels: movies Forgive me for I have sinned
Sometimes, I get the impression that religious folks who believe in -and worship- God are often portrayed as humourless creatures who are totally ignorant of human rights. This can't be true. Religious people appreciate a jokes just as much as anybody, because God Himself appreciates a good joke. He created a species capable of extreme cruelty and violence and called it mankind. What a joker. Labels: thoughts frog-shaped stain
 In my humble opinion, anyone who can draw a pre-pubescent boy in underpants and still manage to make him look dead awesome has serious talent. I am not ashamed to admit that I have been stalking Jaryuu Dokuro ever since I laid my eyes on this picture. Oh, oh, and Yoneda Kou sounds so cute in her afterword ramblings. Take this for example- 'What I really wanted to draw was Deguchi's gingham chequered underpants.' I bet she totally went :B when she wrote that out. And in the ending for NEG: Gakuen Datenroku, there was a scene where Kaworu was butt-nekkid and was talking to Shinji about some survival crap (or something) and somehow or other that got me terribly excited and I went off saying, 'GLEE~' over at the room called somalia. They were treating like I was an alien. Haha, I don't understand myself either, but I think this abnormality I'm displaying means that I'm returning to normalcy. My kind of normal at the very least. This post does not mean that nothing has been happening in my life. In fact, too much has been happening, and for on- FUCK THERE'S A GIANT CICAK IN MY ROOM- and anyway, for once I'd like to escape reality and just hide in the security of the darkness that is my mind. The voices in my head have been good. The Gates of Doom
 Som and I figured out that if we could drink alcohol, we would most probably have drowned ourselves silly thanks to optech lab. But we're still good Muslim girls so we tried to think of other alternatives instead. There's shisha, but it's too much like smoking and I for one do not want to die of lung cancer (and the air in KL promotes this disease enough as it is) so we dropped that idea just as well. Sheesh, who'd have thunk abusing our God-given body takes hard planning?  Meet Danny Phantom-head. He's my first ever dental patient. Here he is grossly depicted with his head tilted at an awkward angle and his jaws are open in a silent agonizing scream. He deserves the pain because he refused to cooperate with me when it comes to reattaching his detachable jaws.I'm a slow worker at optech, so slow that even Faris who had to redo his second impression 4 and 5 times respectively for max/mand (or mand/max, whichever) is ahead of me. And let's not go into cons work. En Syamsol chided me for my easygoing behaviour and lackadaisal attitude that he took it upon himself to wash my mandibular model and repair my mandibular stone cast for me. I'd be thankful for him were it not for his mouth yapping away. Yes, I know I'm slow, and yes, I'm even humming as I work (Let it Rock by Kevin Rudolf feat lil Wayne, the line that goes 'and he stuck his middle finger to the world/to the world) but I'd like to try and do the repair work by myself thank you very much. All in all, I need to hit the books, and soon. Oh, and my mum was getting upset about me wearing the England FIFA tag all the time (remember that I am a good Muslim girl and Muslim girls do not wear a cross around their necks, even if it's Celtic and not Roman) so she got me a France tag instead. France. Of all the other FIFA-playing nations there is out there and she got me France. I'm gonna wear England again. Labels: dailies |