You know, the booking system of Cineplex? It's better than GSC, IMO. Only because you don't need to register to book for tickets. Of course, there's a downside - you can't cancel off your booking if you're not going. Also, anyone bored enough would also be bored enough to spam the fucking booking system. It's annoying for the people who do wanna go but then 'Sorry, that number of seats aren't available for this session'.

They lie. Of course, by now, I'll just be going like, 'Oh, too bad. That means we have to buy it ourselves over there, what a fucking pity that would be'.

Fun(d) Galore was... Not fun. At all. (Proof of the matter lies in how little I'm talking about it.) They LIED to us about the freaking horse riding and the Hot Air Balloon - whatafa? Do you see a freaking gigantic rainbow coloured thing that looks like a BOOB floating in the middle of Bukit Jelutong? If you don't, chances are, there's no Hot Air Balloon. I don't even think it exists in the PIBG dictionary.

If you really want to promote stuff, make sure it's actually there. And it's ridiculous how long the waiting times for the Haunted House are. Btw, the Haunted House was hilarious... Because we went in with a couple of kids. They were scared to the shit-maximum and they kept on pushing Xaniele/Marr in front saying 'NO! YOU GO!' and etc etc.

Sorry, ghosts in the Haunted House if I offended you with my laughter. But. The kids.

I have pictures, but not with me at the moment. Heh, serves me right for having the wire stuffed in my mom's room. It's currently 6:57 AM, and my mom's not awake.

By the way, the whole rant earlier about the movie booking system was because I'm going to watch the Mummy 3 later with Xaniele :b See you guys later. Ha ha! (Even though I didn't ask my mom about it yet.)

In other news, there's something wrong with my Firefox. It keeps going to Classic version in Windows Live Hotmail even though it's perfectly all right to get the full version. It sucks, because it's harder to mark everything as 'read'. :( You lie, Windows Live Hotmail. You lie. Or maybe it's you, Firefox.

Drawing/Manga:

I'm practicing how to draw Hel. I can't draw kids to save my life, so I'm working on that. And I went through Death Note 13: How to Read again. Few points to note: Obata-sensei (artist for DN) said that he actually had this perception that Shinigami should be attractive rock stars. And then the editor said that they didn't have to look human. And then, Obata-sensei was like 'Oh. Really. Okay 8D' but in the end he was like 'Well, it looks like a mask anyway, and who knows, maybe he really is a dude underneath all that'.

THEY LIE TO US OMFG.

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-is shot-

In Conclusion: Omfg, lol, Ryuk's really an attractive rock star underneath XD

Next, Mello and Near's character designs were switched in the editing stage. That's why Mello has a feminine hair cut... That was supposed to be Near (Near - calm, feminine). But Mello was seriously damn fucking cool with that hair cut. And L? He's supposed to be an attractive young man too. But in the end they went with a contrasting appearance to Raito. But he's attractive just the way he is. :3

I love these notes.

For drawing practice, I'm focusing on kids now, woo hoo! And then maybe I should work on facial expressions; face in general. Or, I could go back to my original plan, which was to train for the folds of clothing (like for example the freaking pants.

Or maybe I can actually start to train in drawing chicks.

Labels: blather, death note, fund galore, movies, wtf

I'm saved from the wrath of my classmates. Let me tell you the Hunting of the Carbonara story.

So anyway, my mom came back late today (like at 8 something) and turns out that uztaz wasn't around, meaning that there was no mengaji... Lol... Meaningless... So I was like, oh, maybe Mum came back with the Carbonara with three exclamation marks!!! And like I was 'Omg, Mum, Carbo?'

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'What carbo?'

She killed my happy.

People just don't do that nowadays except kamikaze movies and news about global warming. Parental figures seem to be the exception to this rule. After killing my happy, the nonchalance that came from saying 'Why Don't You Ask Your Father About the Recipe' just killed the motivation to get back the dead happy.

Now, I don't really like asking my dad for stuff. Most of the time he gives stupid responses. Or, sarcastic remarks. That's 90%. 9.99% goes to actually having the solution. The unthinkable 0.01% happened.

"Ah. Lol. I dunno."

Whatafuck.

"Go check the Intrawebs lolz :D"

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My face was the equivalent to a gaping with this expression = O___e BLAGH. So I went hunting. I found some crap about mixing egg yolks, heavy-thick cream, and cheese (Parmesan. They have to be oh-so-posh about it) and I was like Which One To Use so I called upon my Mobile Cookbook.

"LIZAAA! Omfg, do you know the Carbonara recipe!? I'm freaking out because my mum's freaking out because she doesn't remember O___e"

"Oh lol."

She went to repeat the above (egg-cream-cheese recipe). Joy.

So Mum and me went for the next best thing - premade ones. Okay, fine, we'll make a quick stop to Cold Storage because they have all those fancy-schmancy Branded Foodstauf there (btw, Billy, Pop Tarts can be found there). AFTER the surprise visit to our previous neighbour!

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Said neighbour's kid's getting married tomorrow. Figures. I won't be around since I'm gonna be in Fun(d) Galore, ha ha ha, hooray for me. 8D

But the first thing she said there was,

"Lol Marr help out with the preparations LYKOKAY?"

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WTF.

Dude. It's like I was dragged there to work. And then after that we sped off to Cold Storage. IT WAS CLOSED. Well, at least the front part. We had to follow the back way. The security guards were like, 'Faster ee you dumb people why are you here so late anyway' and I was like 'STFU my mum wants to buy the crap so whtevr LUSUR she's paying for your salaries anywayz'.

So. Totalled up to about RM 40. We're donating 40 bucks for this cause to feed 50+ people. It's like being in the Save Whales Now campaign, only that we have hungry kids instead of whales with coupons to give us instead of cold hard cash and we're not really saving the kids more like making them fucking obese-FAT.

We went back to the neighbour's place and I get to learn how to fold plastic. It started being repetitive after the first million times of stapling and folding and stapling again and again and ohmygod end it already.

And here I am, in my house, retelling the Adventures. I never knew Carbonara could get you so far.

See you tomorrow.

Labels: blather, fund galore, wtf

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.

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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.

Labels: blather, bleach, fund galore, 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