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it's basically the inside of sakinah's brain.
but mercifully edited, censored, and anaesthesised with a heavy dose of prozac.

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Crimson in a day

Came extremely close to actually owning one of these, but the PS3 is a tenacious survivor amidst a sea of piracy and illegal modifications, so much so that dad is suggesting 360 instead, but we cry out, 'The audacity!' because it is precisely this aloof, impenetrable, unbreakable nature that made it so desirable. It is like admiring a snow white queen, chaste, commanding, powerful, and no matter how much a conqueror covets her as he broods over the strategy board, there would be no greater pain for him other than for her to yield defeat.

A love story for a PS3? Haha, yes, I am strange that way.

Labels: games

it's the little things

Some idiot impregnated my notebook with a demon virus for a child, and since nobody's stepping up to claim daddy, I'm gonna have to fork out my own money for the repairs. And for the record, my pocket is not a bottomless treasure pot. I actually feel bad asking my parents for money, as if they haven't spent enough on me as it is. Sometimes, I feel like I couldn't wait to get a job just so I don't have to be a leech any longer.

Reason being why I feel like I don't deserve their hard-earned money is because I'm a terrible procrastinator who procrastinates so hard, I even procrastinate my procrastination. Yes, I got that off FB and yes, that sounded vaguely wrong.

I clicked at the New Post brimming with ideas that involved a sketchy retelling of Dentals' MMP night- which was what ruined my notebook in the first place, but then something annoying spilled into my bargain buy at Mids', and it all swirled into a mess of instrumental concert (even though Aliaa said orchestra) and pizzas with Angus and Som. Then my download beeped into completion, and I forget pretty much everything else.

And that download is Osamu Tezuka's very own Astro Boy. It's nothing like what I've ever read before. Good alone does not cover this piece of ingenuity. PLUTO helped me catch a glimpse of it whereas the 2009 film enhanced the 'cute' factor for me, but neither one of them is anything like the original. It's like reading Jenny Nimmo's Snow Spider.

This is where I swear a lot

Why should I give a shit again?

There should be no need to chase after a shadow of a person whom I once admired, foolishly thinking that some shreds of the past might be returned to me. Silly even to think that I owned anything at all.

Why should I give a damn about somebody who clearly doesn't think much of me, if at all?

That's just what friends do

HAH.

Friends.

Fuck that idea because that shit's supposed to work like a transmitter and a radio but the antenna ain't working 'coz no signal's being picked up. Nothing but white screen boys.

So why should I give a shit?

Because that's just what friends do.

Or at least, a fool who's hoping to be one.

Labels: fuck this fucking shit

an account of happenings

The moon in one hand, your doom in the other

Here are things that happened:

Jaryuu Dokuro's Endless World finished (oxymoron?) and awesome alone does not cover it.
Got lost while driving to UM thanks to the evil Jotun penguin. It's a bit complicated.
A planet deemed inhabitable has been discovered! Adibah laughed and said, 'Wow, this should throw all religious basis into disarray,' to which I disagree.
Dentalians are weird and it's a widely accepted fact.
Pharmaco results are out and Dr Zamri made a big mess out of it. Still, it's a wake-up call for me. Lets do our best for 1.2 exam!
Right after Pharmaco (okay there was prostech lab and MMB practical but imagine life on fast forward where we only get to the good parts) PPIPUM had bowling competition at Mid Valley! I did okay, thanks to the magic arrows on the ground.
Bought some things like earphones and the US release of KH: BBS. Am currently broke. But for once, I actually like Jesse McCartney. But is Haley Joel Osment returning to voice the lovechild of Sora and Riku?

Recap of the lovechild.

Oh, oh, and Dr Priya had us see her for 3123271462 times before saying, 'I'll sign this tomorrow.' Well. Luckily for me, I ran off to the doctor attending group A and got 3 marks for my 5 hours (including from the previous session) work. Alhamdulillah.
Doot doot de doot.

And I'm out. Va fangool folks.

Labels: dailies

man woman

Sometimes I catch myself looking at a guy and thinking, 'That's a man,' or I'll look at a girl and think, 'That's a woman.'

This may seem like a totally normal process of evaluation and recognition that everybody naturally goes through, but I wonder if anybody else feels the same muted awe that I sometimes get. The difference and similarity between the sexes is a wonder by itself, like a little daily miracle that everybody has gotten accustomed to.

Perhaps I'm finally rubbing off the remains of my androgynous outlook on life. This act of 'shedding' also takes away a part of the mystery I've always associated with adults (not saying I've been clueless, or even innocent at this point but hey you get what i mean). It's like being able to see through the smoke and mirrors, and I'm stuck at the phase where you wow over the complexity of something so simple. It feels like a spark of brilliance. Man, woman, both are intriguing creatures in their own right.

But of course, the moment passes and I return to the crowd. Now, it's the features of a person that catch my eye. Mole, pianist fingers, crooked nose, glitter dress, blonde hair, nose ring, flat chest, tight abs; those kinds of things. It's not too bad, but it doesn't give off the same weird atmosphere it did when a man is a man and a woman is a woman. I don't know if I'm making much sense here, but I am trying to explain it the best I could. Which isn't much because I don't really understand it myself.

Don't get me started on transvestites.

Labels: thoughts

A bit of warning

Don't ever listen to the Jotun penguin.

Ever.

Labels: dailies