SOOOOOO ANYWAY gaiz I le failed my competency test. Twice. What a failure. And yet, even when felled to our knees with our heads bowed ne'er let the heat of passion leave our body, but instead allow the embers to disperse deeper into our souls, and we shall burn, burn, burn and die from the flames of love's embrace. Ahahahhaha, what? What was that? I told you I'm crazy at the moment, hhahahaha. The cons department are kind enough to give us one last chance with an open book test, so I still have another shot at redeeming myself. Still trying to figure out where I went wrong with the viva questions, though (hahahha, denial much?). I don't even know why I want to do dentistry so much. It's probably because I can't imagine doing anything else for a career. Or rather, I don't think people (specifically relatives and close family members) can imagine seeing me do anything else. I'm a passive person by nature, I follow the path of least resistance, and doing whatever people expect of me seems to be the easiest way to get things my way. Paradoxical, perhaps, but it is in the inconsistency that I find comfort, the rush of blood to the head in knowing that things are not what they seem to be, and the knowledge of that puts me to rest.

Aaaaaand surprise, surprise, I've been a social butterfly these days. Thanks to a quartet mishmash of Polish and Egyptian girls, I've been forced to peek out from my solitary chrysalis to become a tour guide of sorts. I'm not a very responsible tour guide though because I just dumped the two Egyptian girls on a quest to find Times Square from KLCC. The usual route to TS would definitely be KL Sentral ---> walk a bit ---> transit to Jln Imbi ---> walk a bit more---> TS. Hahhahhahaha, God knows how they're getting there. And there is that acid splasher case still out in the open. Hmmmmmmmmmm.

Hey people!!!! MY BRAIN JUST TOLD ME THAT THE EARTH IS NOT ROUND IT IS NOT OVAL IT IS SHAPED LIKE AN EGG. AN. EGG. WE ARE CHICKENS WITHOUT WINGS PEOPLE, WE ARE THE FALLEN ANGELS!

On other news, dad was watching Pearly Harbour earlier today and- screw you spell checker, I follow the Queen's bloody English, so harbour is spelled with a fucking U- and well, a thought just popped into my head about the US and revenge. Nagasaki and Hiroshima. War on terrorism. The US seems to like methods of revenge that causes their enemies to suffer in the long run, and on insanely huge scales of mass destruction. Apparently there are such things as 'ethical justification' on the atomic bombing of Nagasaki and Hiroshima. If I were to talk about 'ethical justification' on the Nazi massacre of European Jews, I am pretty sure that would send some pretty heads roaring out loud, but that is precisely how ridiculous that line sounded to me. Ethical justification of blood and prejudice. And there are so-called scholars debating on this? Hah.

Honestly, at times, it seems that the academia world is lost for good. It could get so caught up in itself that it forgets about truth. I was going to add God, but then I remembered the atheist scientists.

I want to eat fish.

...ugh, posting the same doodle on another site shames me, but this is the only way to make sure that there is no discrimination, to say that this post was written objectively. this post is not a hate-anything post, but rather another one of my confused-so-much post, because this doodle is proof that i too draw fanart. it's the first one i've done in years- a proper one that is, not the sora orange waving bananas shite. ah sheesh, and the amount of inner fighting that went about just to get around drawing it is pathetically insane. not even cool insane, which makes it all the more sad.

Watched Harry Potter DH: Part 2. The movie was alright overall, couldn't help but continuously draw comparisons between the book and the movie, leaving me feeling unsatisfied. But still, there were plenty of tear-jerker moments. There were quite a few people crying out loud in the theatre, and the guy next to me wiped his glasses a few times. Definitely trying to keep his macho. I was going to cry at the Weasley scene, but the cinema was too cold and I was spending too much energy just shivering and trying to keep warm. Hahaha...yeah. Deathly Hallows is definitely one of the better Harry Potter films. Anybody wanting a real good story should still read the book instead of the films though.

Snape. Just ;___; His conversation with Dumbledore about Lily was ace. Beautifully written, and wonderfully executed. Not to mention Alan Rickman wears that black dress so well.

Then I read a USUK doujin; From the New World With Love. Good God. If there is ever an award for BL doujin, yumeuta definitely takes the cake! Historical references galore, detailed dialogue and heart-wrenching scenes! It's just, it's just ;______; It fits in with everything so well! ....okay, that was senseless fan ranting, and I'll probably forget about this wishy washy emotion soon but there's no time like the present, I say, and this doujin is awesome!

Cried lots, released lots of endorphine! Today is a good day!

Can't wait for Ace. WAIT. Don't want to read Ace. Don't want to read Ace.

eden is hard to find when the cage is duty and the mind is prisoner. ego binds and blinds and we're lost in ourselves. be wary of reflections and the mist of content, of complacency.

be very wary.

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There was a yellow child on a rock wearing nothing but a tattered white dress,
and a big smile that showed teeth.

The young man reached out
(with his hand? with his heart?)
under the tall trees bending under the sea breeze,
and wrapped his cloak around those tiny shoulders.

He noticed the burn marks that spread across that small back;
and he saw a pair of snapping jaws that ended just above the shoulder blade,
a malicious eye peeked out from the holes in the dress,
with claws that encircled around the neck promising death.

'That's quite a vicious pet you have on your back there.'
'His name is Daniel. I think he's cute.'

The stench of flesh rotting under the sun rose and fell with the coming of the tide,
and he tentatively peered over the cliff
to greet the sight of the wreckage by the rocky shore.

There was a caravan,
two sturdy work horses
a man,
two women,
and a girl-
all shells bearing pathetic resemblance to their former selves.

'Were you in that accident? Is that how you got Daniel?'
'No, I wasn't. The little girl was, though.'
'Was?What happened?'
'The horses went crazy. They charged full speed towards the cliff and went whoop straight down. But she fell out in between all that racket, and had a bit of a tumble by the tree there. She seemed to be very sad about being left behind. But it's alright now. I pushed her down so that she gets to be with her family again.'

The waves made a loud crash against the cliff,
but all he heard was the roar of blood as his heart hammered loudly in its ribcage,
and all warmth escaped his body.

The image of the little child before him flickered,
but he tried to focus on the mop of yellow hair,
large amber eyes with a curious gaze,
and a Daniel riding on that small back.

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!WARNING!
KINGDOM HEARTS SPOILERS AHEAD









And a rather gay-centric joke, but who cares about that.

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DARK SORA! Or Vanitas watev.

He is Square Enixs' way of saying that the relationship between Riku and Sora goes beyond platonic friendship/brotherhood/camaraderie. It's canon, people.

And before I forget.

EID MUBARAK~!

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.