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Infection-ate 10 August 2008 |

Not affectionate.

Infectionate.

It's not fun when your computer gets a worm. Now, according to my awesome cousin (by the name of ApEnG 8D) a freaking worm is a type of virus (at least in its own right) that keeps on multiplying and never stopping or something until your hardware goes boom. Now see, at 12 midnight of 9/8/08, right after the Olmypic Torch was flaming, my two PCs got a freaking worm. This worm isn't nice.

Now, if you're wondering how I can post online, it's because I'm using previously mentioned awesome cousin's laptop to do the job. He has Microsoft 2007, man. I can use it to type down my fics.

Argh, I haven't studied anything for the exams excluding freaking Chemistry and Biology. I'm sure I'll get pretty bad in BM, and not to mention both my Mathematics subject!!! I missed the fundementals altogether - YES, I am going to DIE.

Well.

In other news, I have been Guitar Hero-ing till my fingers are practically jelly. Guitar Hero Encore: Rocks the 80s fucking rules. I'm serious. The songs in there are freaking awesome. My favorites out of the 30 songs: Balls to the Wall, Turning Japanese, Wrathchild and the last encore song which is Play With Me by Extreme. It's seriously cute; the last song. So's the others. Except the fact that Turning Japanese is a song about a guy freaking masturbating >___>

And then, I need to read Bleach 321. Xaniele says you can only read it with a basin filled with detergent-water beside you. For immediate, emergency eye-washing.

I can't wait.

See you guys in school. (Unless you aren't going to my school. Which is like, cool, you know? You're like reading this and I probably don't even know you.)

(Wait.)

(What the fuck.)

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Waiting 01 August 2008 |

And waiting.

And waiting for my mum to get back from buying the carbonara sauce. (Or at least, I hope so.) I have no mengaji today, ha ha. And. To make things worse. My mum didn't pick me up to go dentist appointment :( I overslept and couldn't go to tuition some more.

...

Yeesh.

Well, I want new colourful brace implants later (implants? Lmfaobbqwtf) in the form of the color purple and pink kot... You never know... It can burn your eyes off.

Like.

The latest Bleach chapter (320). Go read it. Charlotte makes for some laughs and some puking. I'm fucking serious when I say it'll burn. Your. Eyes. Except avid Bleach fans. I know some of you already know what to expect from our very own Tite Kubo (for those of you who don't know, this is the author/artist of Bleach).

Wanna see something? Of course you do.

Warning: SPOILERS AND ALSO IT MENJOLOK MATA PLAK TU (A.K.A. IT'LL BURN. BURN BADLY LIKE SHITASS.)

I warned you guys o_o


Page Nineteen of the 320.

Yes. Revel in the sexiness (BLEGH) that is Charlotte. Did I say he was a girl? He's a guy. He has long, flowing wavy hair. He has eyeliner. He has a fucking tutu for an Arrancar released form outfit (Sailor Moon, anyone?) AND HE'S FUCKING UGLY XD And he's fighing Yumichika. Figure that. Their fight's like... 'You're Fugly! No, You're Fugly! And, who're you calling Fugly!'

Fucking shit. Aizen must've warped this guy's brain.

Actually, I do think he's pretty nice looking. (AHAHAHAHA)

In other news, if mum doesn't come back fast with the carbonara, I'm so dead for tomorrow. And I didn't invite any of my friends outside school because... I don't have any friends outside school. It's not sad; I don't have social networking accounts and this is the first Malaysian school I've been to in years. The years before that were in Singapore. :( I miss that place. So all my friends are like... In one big neighbourhood. It's sorta scary.

But, you know, I wish I had people outside who are mega-fucking-cool. I have my cousins, but they have werk. :(

Btw, my printer needs to get the toner changed. I was trying to print out some artwork from Togainu no Chi... Then it died. In the middle, anyway. it's like, half-printed. You can see the whites.

Why am I printing? I wanted to practice. I guess it's not meant to be today. Alas.

Signing out, will talk later.

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Bakuman

If you haven't read this manga, go to onemanga.com, open the drop-down menu, pick Bakuman, wait for it to load, and while you're waiting, berate yourself for living under a rock ALL THIS WHILE. WHERE THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN. -SMACK-