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you know about the voices that speaks in your head?i listen to them somtimes. most of the times. sometimes they tell me good things. sometimes they make me wish for bad things. |
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Am on friendlier terms with the Mac after bitching about it for hours to my dad, and absolute-fucking-tasticcally crashed it by opening hundreds of files simultaneously. It keeps on happening. I try to open one file and the touchpad just goes 'Ooops no you want to open all files suuuuuure no problem'. It's like the dancing Solitaire cards that jump at you after you win a game except there's no way to end to horror other than kill the computer. Fuck it. I need to stop being a lazy dickwad and bring out the mouse every now and then.Figured out my dad's password (not all that hard really, since the hint that he gave pretty much shouted the obvious) and it just broke my heart. Sweet loving daddy, ya Allah, only He can award you. So yeah. The admin for this baby is now Sakinah Abdul Halim and she is hell bent on cleaning this place up and making it hers!   Ahem. Random choice of pictures but I think this manga is awesome. If we are going to point out only one phemphemfantastical analysis about these two images is that note how in the topmost picture of the penultimate Banana Fish volume, Ash is lying down with his eyes closed, presumably sleeping, utterly relaxed whereas in the lower picture of the first volume, Eiji is glancing at an unknown with his trigger finger ready. The clashing irony between their laid back postures and different states of attention reflects not only the different danger levels of each volume, but the underlying vulnerability and tenacity of each boy that not many around them would expect of them. I love it. |