This, my friends, is my obsession. My woobie. My ultimate love to the maximum shizzle. My fuel to the fire and the wood to the burning passionate flames of the fangirling of the source of my undying squeals of devotion and frustrated 'Why Can't You Be Reeul' whiiines. My 5th Division Captain, Aizen Sousuke. His PVC model and the ring attached. ;A; I love you, Aizen-sama!

And then, in other stories, there was me.


Of course, there was also the clutter in the background on my bed because I'm not even sleeping in the damn room anymore thanks to my broken air-conditioner. (Yes, I am a spoiled brat.)


One of those action poses I was going on about. This is a dude, err, kicking. Woo hoo!


Must. Play. Crysis Warhead. Psycho is too awesome to be left alone, man. Way too awesome. This is my beloved PC Gamer Magazine amongst many others of the same species. Its name is the August 2008 Disc Edition. I got it during June (go figure). Turns out you can't trust the dates! You can get it for RM 20.90. It's better than the UK Version - fucking RM 44.00. 44 bucks. Whatafa? But a normal issue costs RM 8.

Yes, I keep track of these things, sue me.


Remember that perspective practice I was going on about? Hello. I still need to practice drawing guns. D: B&C gives great examples. 8D

Labels: aizen-sama, boredom, pictures, wtf

Edit, 8:45PM: Two minutes after I left posting this thing, I just had to comment. Every single time I click on that 'next blog' button on the dashboard, randomly, right? I keep on stumbling towards a couple of these blogs with the same fucking content but with different names. What the fucking shit? And, btw, is it just me or like all the GEDIK people in the world who uses blogs, they like to post something like this.

Um.

Observe.

As you know, I'll be doing a performance with Khalis, Dham, Pavi, Atiqah and Hafidz during Fun(d) Galore.

So the name of the song is One Step At A Time by Jordin Sparks. Not... Something something by a Chick With the Same Name. You know, my personal thoughts on the song - it's girly, it's too high pitched, and I feel like puking every time I sing that song. Fucking shit, man, I twitch every time she hits this particular note in the line, 'one step at a time'. Figures.

It's real hardcore high-pitchin', though, if you hear the bridge. Damn her vocals are serious shit.

I know my heart, no matter how cliched and how stupid this sounds, isn't really in it - I dunno, I guess the motivation died out of me a few hours ago. Look at this. I didn't even go inside BM because I was just too fucking bored out of my mind to haul my ass to the library. So I sat outside, talking about Yaoi Video-Games with Xaniele (specifically Togainu no Chi and a crapload of other stuff).

We didn't really learn about anything, in the end. Everybody's just way too busy pulling up shit for the Fun(d) Galore; especially the Haunted House. It's seriously freaking cool - 5 Lambda went over the top with this one. Omega, Epsilon and their classes were all sealed up with cardboard and newspaper to the point of total Haunted-House-esque-Darkness in there. It'll be even more awesome if there weren't fucking assholes on the helm of the project (who are involved, anyway) like for example the Little Menace a.k.a. Zulhilmi of the Shorty-Pants.

Leave a girl alone when she's saying 'wow' about your little Haunted House pet project, man. Leave it.

And Azraei's going around making high-pitched squealing in the form of a horrified girl that just goes to say how far a boy's willing to go for the sake of scaring people off. High-pitched squealing. He even went on to say 'Oh, if you hear anyone with the same voice as me in there... That's me.'

Congratulations for your fabulous deduction, Captain Obvious.

So join us! The ghosts will be taking shifts anyway. Don't be surprised if you see a long haired girl with hair reaching the floor crawling out of the house with blood-stains all over her shirt, sitting down at some corner drinking Pepsi (these are Eeskrim's words. Thank you, Eeskrim x3). There'll be some good-natured groping going 'round in there too. If you're the type that gets turned on by monsters gripping at you in the dark, err... By all means, go ahead inside.

(Wtf.)

In the news of my drawing for you hawks looking at my drawing progress, I'm training on motion sequences and action poses. It's bound to get me somewhere in my Perspective-Expert-Title hunt. I was spured on by the wonderful, wonderful D: B&C artworks of awesome perspective-ness-ness. Go figure.

I just need to train more on the clothes, though. I mean, post-apocalyptic world, ppl, with punk-rockish mod clothes complete with the shades. Awww man. (For me, anyway. Especially albino men decked out in those. I'd be drinking up the sight.)

Maybe I should stop taking naps for four hours. I just know I won't be sleepin' tonight, ladies and gentlemen.

Signing out.

Labels: blather, fund galore

They mean the world to you.

Yet they can scare the shit out of your friends. Seriously, when Piwa's mum went hunting for the girl, Hui Yee and me thought that we were going to die a la enraged Mama because she wasn't in class at the tim. Fucking shit man.

In other news, Ashli is sick! Woe is him. I hope he gets better soon, yeah?

And I still can't decide if I want to sing with Khalis and the Form Fives; I mean, wouldn't that be intruding or something? And I don't know the song anyway. Something Something by Jordan Sparks, hmm.

By the way, I am much enjoying the butchering of the Robin of the Hood by Maderr. Am waiting for the next bit. Hurry! Still stalking endlessly. Btw, am reading this abnormally cute story between Kisuke and Ichigo, which is the very much lol, and omg 3rd OTP in the horizon but you can't be too sure. GrimmUlqui and AiIchi still number ones. (Which brings up the age old question: Can you have two number ones?

Of course. Of course you can.)

Manga/Drawin':

I've been speed reading through Dogs: Bullets and Carnage and I absolu-tely-fucking-adore the freaking ART which is GILE PRO SIUT NAK MAMPUI and ohh that style is my aspiration (at least the freaking INKING). I'm not counting the absolutely-fucking-FABULOUS style of the very, very wonderful Togainu no Chi artworks (SHIKI AND AKIRA-CHAAN AND KEISUKE MY DARLIN'), which is my number one aspiration - D: B&C comes very, close. Haine is so fucking cool. But the chick annoys me (not Nill, the Naoto-So-Emo). She's just... Wtf. So you have an X. Whoah, you're a mutant. WTF LOL.

The only thing that bugs me about that manga has to be the fact that there's too little background in most of the scenes. Except when the old man was fighting off the hunting dogs of the mysterious Fuu-sama. Man, that chapter just proves seriouz inking skillz.

Lol.

Anyway, am studying perspective for the moment. My character's limbs are so warped they're starting to look as if I squashed them all with an imaginary hammer. (That must be a good thing. My pencil is mighty!)

Am downloading doujinshis of said artist of Togainu no Chi. (Please, do NOT, I repeat, do NOT go searching for this if you have parents around. Seriously.)

Really.

In fact, don't even ask what it is. -lol-

Signing out.

Labels: blather

Aw, I feel bad for not winning the competition. I mean, it'll be great if we could get the Liza and the Dateen off Pn. Ranjitha's back but I guess whatever is whatever is. And, for the record, I never wanted to get into the semi-finals anyway.

But still. If any one of you suddenly feel the need to taunt me with 'Exam-Orientated', I will not hesitate to grab a shotgun and hunt you down. I will hunt you down. Mark my words, ladies and gentlemen.

In conclusion, the Government team was just plain bad. Now that raises up the question of how the fuck did they win? Eh. We're first-timers. We'll get it right. (We did get it right.)

Eventually.

Stupid parameters.

Anyway, I went back home and totally died on my brother's bed before being revived four hours later by the SMS of my Eeskrim who said that there was a leaked trailer of the Final Fantasy XII VERSUS omfg omfg omfg A MUST SEE because of the awesome lovely SHOTGUN GUY!

He's FUCKING MINE!

Mwahahahaha!

(Aizen-sama is still number one.)

In other news, I have to blah. My Parents Are Here.

Labels: blather, wtf

Well, well, well. xD

For the record, to remind me later on, I keep on telling people the last four numbers of my handphone is like... 9665. It's supposed to be 5564. My god, Marr, wtf?

Anyway. About the prefect dinner.

Want some pictures!? You get to see me in a dress OMG! WTF!? MARR?

Sorry for bad picture quality. The flash was on =.= Stupid. Anyway, that's me - Khalis - Suu - and Sofia. Check out her public diary or somethin'. Hardy harr harr!

Wanna see more pictures? Meh. But seriously though, the dinner wasn't spectacular or anything - just, you know, normal. It was kinda, maybe a little bit more disappointing, but at least it wasn't a flop? I mean, I had to sit outside for god's sake. Outside. Why? No space left. Bahaha.

Here are like... My adventures! Looking for a dress last week! XD

Pic: NOOOO!

Lmfao, I just saw the picture. I don't know man, that's just hilarious. And I hate the flash. Did I tell you that?

This was like at... Big Apple Donuts (yes, I am aware it's supposed to be doughnuts) in Subang Parade... We weren't really looking for a dress... More like going to the sushi parlor... I can't be too sure.

So we made a stop at W cube. What Women Want. Lol. It was hilarious enough for me to spend god knows long hours (minutes) in the fitting room. And throwing around clothes in the process. Can't forget that.

Labels: pictures, prefect annual dinner, wtf

School at saturdays - FOR THE LOSE.

Hands down.

Signing out.

x.x

Hi. My name is Marr. I'm not sarcastic. I'm almost 16. I feel like kicking ass.

So anyway, talking about my day... Things to do... I'm participating in a debate. It's due next Tuesday. The topic is? 'This House believes that Malaysian schools are robbing students of their childhood'. I'm sorry? Please say that again? 'This House believes that -'

I fucking get it.

The best thing has to be the fact that I'm oh-so-wonderfully on the Opposition side - thankfully, it'll be a lot easier, since we're not going against the wonderful system we've got here. You know, I never knew there was a National Education Blueprint. Like, seriously, wtf, but really, I didn't know. Wtf!? I'm rolling on the floor laughing!

Check.

Tomorrow's the Prefect's Annual Dinner 2008. Congratulations, dickface, you don't have a dress. Fuck that! I'm getting that freaking thing if it's the last thing I do! My mom's gonna buy it tomorrow. Oh. Wow. Talk about motherly love. I love my mother. She's awesome.

I love my dad too.

I love my whole family la, let's leave it at that, eh? Yes, my friends, you are included in the bunch. I can name some of you. Like the Pumpkin-Tortoise couple out there. You guys. Yeesh.

(Btw, seriously, lay off ASH'S NEW HAIRSTYLE, huh?)

For Prefect's Annual Dinner, I'm probably gonna be my annoying self, belt out a few lyrics on If Tomorrow Never comes, and not to mention totally being unreliable on that day itself. I forgot. I have to buy a corsage. Fucking shit?

And then, I found out that I had to walk home all the way from Feewah's house to my house. There's a story. Apparently, I was sent to the place by my mom.

Mom: Omg, Marr lyk hai!
M: OMG Ma lyk hai! Why're you here aren'tcha spposed 2 be at lyk ur WORKPLAISE?
Mom: Lyk duh lawl I have to see ur brader over there writhing in pain and gots fevar.
M: Wtf fevar.

-brother writhing in flor-

Mom: Ya fevar.
M: OMG lyk okays. Can I lyk not cycling to lyk feewah's place 2day 'cause I tired and so unreliable and totally fsking lazeh?
Mom: Ya sure u need a ride?
M: thatll be liek so kewl, ma i luv u lyk totalli.
Mom: okais lets go

-so like we reach the place anyway-

And then after that incident I was like okay how am I supposed to get home? It was like tution and I finish at 4-30 and my mom gets out of the office at like 5-00, it takes an hour for her to get hurr.

FYI, that is like 6-00 for you people who dunno how to kaunt.

Anyway, back from the land of the Atrocious English. Long story short, it was 6.10 PM when I called her. Horrors of all horrors.

Mom: Haha lawl I'm stuck in a jam :D i won't make it in time. you got mengaji at like 7. go walk.

An Ode to Joy, anyone?

But it wasn't all bad. I walked back and met up with Xaniele. (You know who you are.) Walked back and noticed a freaking banquet done by the Fucking Rich Bastard that has a freaking Archway in his backyard on top of the hill. It's ridiculous, this house. Remind me to show you guys a picture of it.

Then I got home. Got mengaji la, what else?

The Mummy's tralier is playing beside me. Awesome. I wanna see that. I like the grown-up kid. He's so painfully stupid it's cute. Kinda like the analogy of Syahmi. He's cute, adorable, stupid and makes you feel the extreme urge to kick him in the face.

It's just the law of the world. You just go against it. It applies to Khalis as wells. D;

I'm signing out. xD I'm tired of typing about my boring adventures.

Labels: adventure, first post, tuition