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I didn't like the color green mixed with dark grey, so I opted for something brighter.
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When You're Bored 31 July 2008 |

Presenting the Anti-Thesis of the song, 'When You're Gone' - When You're Bored!

Srsly.

Just grab a camera and watch the cogs whirl.



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


Gin-chan, is of course, the woobie to my woobie who is Aizen-sama. xD

That's it for now. I'm getting bitten by mosquitoes every which way. Uncool, man, so totally uncool. My feet itch. I need to scratch. In other news, my cousins are downstairs (grown up guys). My maid thought they were strange people, lol, I can't blame her since both of them look like hobos. But can't she tone down on the whole 'NO! MARR! Dont' go outside there are people there!'

Um, hello. Mum just called to let them in. That, and btw, I wouldn't go there if I didn't know them. That, and I had no idea people were out there in the first place. Please don't scream in my face plzkaythx. GEDIK GILER, tau tak, this maid of mine? D: Sakit hati dowh. And my grandma's probably gonna talk shit about me for berating my maid about it. Yeesh.

I can't even understand my grandma half the time since she's Bajau x_x I know la I'm real bad at Malay, but this is ridiculous.

I love her anyway.

Signing out.

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Prefects' Dinner 2008 27 July 2008 |

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.

And lol. Look at the faces of the next generation, guys. Scream in pain, Billy.


Scream in pain. -evil-

In other news, I found out that after a night of (no) partying and waiting for (unappreciative of TIME) Datins, just hanging out in my house doesn't seem fun anymore.

I wanna go around and ciao.

Lol.

I wanna go ciao.

... Ciao. -lol-


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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-