Hopefully, I can puasa / fast tomorrow. Y_Y

Changed the layout colors again. It was too black for me. (Lol.)

Definition of Meme:

A unit of cultural information, such as a cultural practice or idea, that is transmitted verbally or by repeated action from one mind to another.

Fucking shit technical-much? I always thought it was just a bunch of questions you pass around.

So, I'm tagging all of you tardfucks. Do what you want; do this one too. 8D

MEME-1

1. What are some of your nicknames?
In RL: Nikk (once...) Marr, Woman, Fucktard, You Dumb Shit, ETC. (Sound famillar? xD) In the Intrawebs: Marr. XD Go figure.

2. What do you do before bedtime?
I check my e-mail. Then, I hoard everything writable (esp. my pencil case and my sketchbook [a.k.a. a bunch of papers into a file] and maybe a notebook, then draw/write/crap on the paper I have on hand atm) with me to the bed. My phone comes with me. 8D I usually fall asleep before I can write anything... Lol.

3. What fandom(s) are you most into at the moment?
Bakuman and Bleach. Mostly Bakuman atm, but Aizen-sama is my number ONE. (You people are probably saying: "Oh shit, there she goes again with her Aizen-sama this and Aizen-sama that and she's NOT GOING TO STOP!" Point noted, and I don't resent it at ALL. 8D)

4. What is your favorite scent?
Uh. Probably the scent of any Herbal Essences shampoo. o_o

5. What video games are you playing at the moment?
Fatal Frame 3, Command & Conquer 3: Kane's Wrath, and Cabal Online.

6. What do you eat the most?
Uhh... Eggs. As for drinks, usually chrysanthemum tea because it's the only thing that doesn't make my throat hurt.

7. Do you trust easily?
Fucking shit yes. >_> So if you lose/lost that trust, byebye.

8. What was your first big fandom?
... Had to be Naruto. Then, Sasuke happened.

9. Is there anything that has made you unhappy recently?
My parents's comments about me being incompetent (particularly my dad). His words, to me, are like lasers piercing through the very bottom of my heart. Or some metaphorical flowery shit like that.

10. Do you have a good body-image?
I like my palms. My body-image is weird. I hate it sometimes and I like it sometimes and I just don't give a fuck most of the time.

11. What's your favorite Holiday?
Any holiday where I can stay in front of the computer or go out with my friends and fangirl to my heart's content.

12. What websites do you visit most?
My blog, my e-mail (Hotmail), LJ, Comic Fiesta, Cosplay Fiesta, and some other sites I forgot.

13. Who are currently the most important people to you?
My mom, my dad, my younger brothers, Ash, Xan, Billy, Fiwa. xD;

14. What kind of person do you think the person who tagged you is?
Nobody tagged me >_> Probably they'll just do it for the lolz. Takde kerja...

15. What’s the last song that got stuck in your head?
Play With Me by Extreme. I really, love that song. That, and Shake It by Metro Station.

16. What’s your favorite item of clothing?
My white-with-orange-shoelaces shoes.

17. What's better: to give or to receive?
To take :D

18. What would you do if you saw $100 lying on the ground?
Look around for the owner, then take it. Then look around for moar.

19. What items could you not go without during the day?
My paper-file-that-is-my-sketchbook, or any personal notebook at the time. I CANNOT. STAND. PEOPLE LOOKING AT IT WITHOUT MY PERMISSION.

20. What should you be doing right now?
My homework >__> And writing. AND, fanarting.

Labels: blather, meme, puasa, wtf

breathe, in
look at the window
like what you see?
raining and raining
is what's in front of me

sunshine's a liar
it never stays on
you can't keep it close
and once you look
away
it's already gone.

wish you can touch the light?
feel the heat;
(get outside)
green and brown all over
and under your feet

wish you could wonder
how the feeling sets in
the water's rising over
it's time to begin

stretch your hands out
the warmth is a lie
what you feel now
is something going by -

fast, quick, slow.
go and watch it flow.
raining raining raining
on your hand;
the water's running

breathe out
look in the house and
like what you see?
or you don't
want to see

the rain soaks your shirt

you feel the cold
and so does the earth

Labels: poem, wtf

It's fucking huge.

End.

So it turns out I did went out, with Xan, and my brothers but they split to another part so Xan and me were like going around... And we walked back and forth from the Old Wing to the New Wing at least twice. My feet don't hurt because I've done worse than that. Naturally, you'd learn a few things while going out.

These are facts, by the way.

One, on the way towards OU through NKVE, if you see a McDonald's attempt of promoting their kiosk in a Petrol Station (I won't mention any names in fear of sue-age) through waving a flag with the McDon's logo on it with an umbrella over the fucktard who's waving the flag, then yes, that's real, and no, you're not dreaming.

Two, security's such a bitch at OU.

Three, OU is fucking large.

Four, you can find some really retarded people in OU. Exhibit A has to be the 'adults' in front of us who were taking their own sweet time to go up the line. Um, thanks a lot for cutting us earlier, but that's just crossing the line. OH WAIT. YOU CROSSED IT ALREADY.

Five, the retarded people mentioned earlier don't just line up slow - they walk slow as well. Take a detour to the other corridor.

Six, OU is fucking large.

Seven, Anime Tech in OU does not have any paraphernalia related to Mukuro of Katekyo Hitman Reborn. (Also, they have Jyunjyo Romantica's Illustration Book there, but it's now sold out, because I bought it.)

Eight, OU is fucking large, and a testament to this fact has to be that Anime Tech was on this side while GSC is on the other side.

Nine, fucktards and retards apparently populate, and you can find a lot of them in toilets. They won't fucking move.

Ten, GSC starts movies fucking slow. They have bad service, they don't clean up right... And they're slow.

Eleven, Wall E is so fucking cute I have to kick him.

Twelve, don't hang out with retarded friends who leave you alone just like that and abandon you. Do they even have a right to be called friends? No. (I'm not talking about Xan, FYI.)

Thirteen, make a mental note to harass your brother's friends who abandoned him. See fact above.

Fourteen, OU is fucking large.

Fifteen, you can't get a decent snack without waiting for at least 15 mins in Jusco in Saturdays, especially 23rd of August 2008.

Sixteen, security is fucking lousy.

Seventeen, OU is fucking large.

That sums up everything pretty well.

And yes, I really did get that Jyunjyo Romantica Illustration Book. It's only for RM 45. BTW, NOTE TO AIRAH, THEY HAVE CODE GEASS ILLUS. BOOK THERE. 8D

Labels: blather, manga, wtf

FOR I AM LIKE ON FIE-YAH (fire) AND I'D LIKE TO BLOW SOME SHIT UP THANKYOUVERYMUCH. FOR TODAY, WAS THE MIXTURE OF AWESOME AND WTF THIS IS FUCKING CREEPING ME OUT.

After getting over the drama of tennis yesterday, I waited for the new day to start. It did. In a strange fashion. Now, some of you might know the sakit-hati-ness of my EPIC of the most EPIC battle with The End in Metal Gear Solid 3: Snake Eater which happened a few months ago.

A little trivia for all of you who don't know: The End is not 'the end'; he's an old man that's part of this group called the Cobras formed by the three major powers of the world and it's headed by this awesome chick called The Boss. Yeah, even her 'the' needs capitalizing. So, in simpler English, these guys are like the super elite of the elite elite soldiers. The End is the sniping dude.

So, naturally, there was a sniping shootout. It encompasses a large territory (three separate maps!!!) that you have to stalk around and snipe each other... So in other words... It was like hell.

Now, I'm not a very patient person. So I gave it a try. And I actually got patient - I waited out for the guy and all, and I was like, doing so well, I was freaking thisclose

I repeat,

THISCLOSE

To shooting his fucking eyeballs out and winning that fucking boss fight when suddenly, he sneaked up beside me and I got my ass shot.

Um.

Wtf.

WTF.

WHAT THE FUCKITY MC FUCKIT.

Yes, that was how the EPIC BATTLE OF THE EPIC OF BATTLES went. So I revisted the thing after a few months (MONTHS) because I wasn't kecil-hati with it anymore so I was like totally prepared to fight that fugly old man bitch. Okay, the CD was working fine. The people were working well. I was trying to remember Snake's control during the intro movie scene. The game loaded up.

And then it happened.

A mysterious new cutscene went up.

"Sir. I found The End - he's dead."

WTF? HE'S DEAD?

"What do you mean he's dead!"
"He's just dead, sir."
"Maybe he just died from old age."
"Wtf? He just kicked the bucket in the middle of the battle because of old age?!?"

YEAH EXACTLY I WAS THINKING OF THE SAME THING, MAN. HE JUST KICKED THE BUCKET WHEN I LEFT HIM THERE IN THE CONSOLE THE NONLIVING CONSOLE, MIGHT I ADD, FOR IDON'TKNOW HOW MANY MONTHS?

TALK ABOUT FUCKING-ABSOLUTELY CREEPY, DUDE. IS THIS THING ALIVE?

AND SENTIENT?

LIKE MY LAUNDRY?

BUT THAT'S ANOTHER STORY.

And. Like. A sense of pride went through me. Like, like my mind knew subconsciously that you have to stake it out for a few months and let your fury burn at it and let it die on its own. I... I don't know. Games just don't do that but when they do, when they actually know you're killing them off slowly, it's like... The best feeling in the world. It's like shooting someone in the balls without even looking in Rainbow Six: Vegas 2 (for the record, you can actually do that).

So later I found out that actually, yeah, the guy does die from old age. Apparently if you don't want to fight the guy at all, just save your game, reset your PS2, go to the configuration menu, fast forward the time to a few months (years if you really want to), and play the game. He'll, like, die. LOL. JUST LIKE THAT.

Seriously, makers of this game: AWESOMESAUCE.

In other news, it's really a lot of fun to dress up as Major Ivan Raidenovitch Raikov. Major who? Major Raikov, really. XD You can do practically anything when you're disguised as this guy - you can run around, you can roll around, you can punch the freaking guards. Oh my GOD. Playing this guy was absolutely the BOMB. I mean, come on.

"Well, you can do whatever you want now."
"Seriously?"
"Yeah."
"Even punch a guy in the face?"
"Yep."
"You're kidding me."
"No, I'm serious."
"Really?"
"Yes, really."
"Why's that?"
"Raikov's just that kinda guy."

Seriously. And, not to mention he's freaking hot and is Volgin (the bad guy)'s gay lover. XDDD (A reference to the girly looks of Raiden, protagonist of MGS2.) LMFAO. I mean, Volgin was totally grabbing Snake-In-Disguise-As-Raikov's crotch while in one of the cutscenes, and he said 'You're supposed to be in my room', so like srsly, implications of lovers there, totally. I dunno, I just find two sadomasochistic people who are totally in love with each other trying to rule the world horribly endearing. 8D

Labels: blather, gaming, wtf, WTFLOLWTF, yaoi

YOU CALL YOURSELF A FUCKING SHIT OFFICIAL FOR THE OLYMPIC GAMES WHEN YOU MISSED A FREAKING HIT!? WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU YOU BRAZILIAN PIECE OF FUCKING SHITBAGBITCH?!?!!?

This, my friends, is tennis. And how you can get high blood pressure from even watching the game.

Okay. Let's start from the beginning. See, I was monitoring the 2 hour 30+ minute game between James Blake (the guy who beat Federer) and Fernando Gonza-whatever-his-name-is (yeah, by now, you should know that I support the American dude) that just ended 5 minutes ago. So it was starting off fine, you know? The usual 6-4 going to Blake and then a comeback from Gonzalez 7-5. Fine. It was alright. So, in this tournament, they ain't got no tiebreakers for the 3rd set.

So it was going nicely (and like a fucking turtle race), the scores going back and forth... And then Blake did this awesome move thing on Gonzalez's serve at the 11th game, I think, which, like, was just too awesome for words, and he won a point.

BUT THE OFFICIAL DIDN'T SEE THAT.

WTF.

HE AWARDED THE POINT TO THAT GONZALEZ DUDE.

I mean, no offense to Gonzalez or anything, he really is a great player. But what I can't understand is that official bitch. I MEAN COME ON. He keeps on getting everything wrong and Blake has to challenge the dude every time and THAT LAST ONE WAS THE FINAL STRAW WHEN HE TOTALLY CRUSHED BLAKE BY SAYING OH, SORRY, I TOTALLY DIDN'T SEE THAT SO I MISSED IT SO GONZALEZ GETS THE POINT WITHOUT ME INSTANT REPLAYING IT. THAT WAS LOW, OFFICIAL DUDE. THAT WAS LIKE, FUCKING LOW. YOU DUMB SHIT. OPEN YOUR EYES A BIT MORE NOW WOULD YOU!? IF YOU MISSED IT, THEN FUCKING REVIEW THE GODDAMN THING YOU FUCKING PIECE OF **** *** ******!!!!!!)(*%)@*%*)#@)%

Even if Blake overshoots the thing it doesn't mean that he fucking missed it. That was totally unfair. And, in the end, if he gets the point, I'm sure the game would be a lot different.

So the results were 6-4, 5-7, 9-11. Sigh.

Well.

Still, he's a great player. But it doesn't mean I like the dude. I hope Nadal beats Gonzalez's ass. YOU'RE LIKE MY ONLY HOPE LEFT, MAN. 8D MAKE THE MAN GET A SILVER.

Labels: olympics, rant, wtf

I re-watched tennis this morning. I'm not a big fan of it or anything, but someone's gotta rant about it.

All the big names of tennis are falling in the Olympics! Except Nadal. He's keeping his cool. The two William sisters and Federer totally bunked it, though. I mean, come on! Venus was keeping her cool for the first three sets of the game and I was like shouting at her to lose because I wanna see Li Na pass and whaddya know. She lost to Li Na, 7-5 7-5. 8D So I was like, YES YOU GO GIRL. (Yeah, I'm kinda partial to Asia than the West. Not to mention I always support the underdogs, except in matters relating to swimming. Now that, I support US of A. 8D)

Labels: olympics, sickness, wtf

Well, I was watching the Dressage event for the Equestrian at the Summer Olympics.

Like.

You should read up on it in Wikipedia to learn some of the terms, like for example in this case, 'passage' isn't pronounced like normally. Give it a more French flair. 'PAS-Sauj'. 8D So I was watching it, and there was this one time where the commentators were getting a bit snarky with the judging. (Names have been changed to protect the innocent. Marks are 1-10.)

Jen: Well, look at that! Absolutely brilliant half-pass - deserving an eight, definitely. Maybe even the first nine! Don't you think so, George? ... George.
George: I'm looking for it - oh. Sorry. Those were three eights.
Jen: ... Pfftbah! (It seriously sounded like the definite equivalent of a commentator saying 'WTF' in a prestigious event.) What do these judges want for a nine?

Commentators crack me up. And the 'Jen' person is supposedly a lady... But she sounds like a dude wtfbbqlol. (Got a dude out there named Jenny? Please inform me.)

In other news, Federer lost. Again. For his third Olympics. World number one. World number one? World number one.

Well, I gotta go, since Tofy is being so snarky about not getting the computer. TOMORROW'S THE EXAMS, BITCH.

8D

I get frustrated over my brothers sometimes.

Labels: lol, olympics, wtf

Trying out a new writing style.

There were, like, a few things I learned today while going to the toilet (OMFG WOW):

• Teachers like to gossip damn fucking lot.
• The toilet 'graffiti' (serious sad cases [they use MARKERS wtfbbqlolfcknsht]; they should go pro with spray paint) is a fucking gut-buster. Oh the hilarity. 'K.A.M.I X SUKA MIL'. Mil what? Milk? Huh? SPELL THE NAME RIGHT if you wanna diss; better yet, go face to face, AND WTF IS WITH THE DOT BETWEEN THE KAMI OMFG LOLOLOLOLROFLLMAO
  
• People don't actually notice if you carry your phone in your pocket these days.
• Norbaithora's (Fizik Teachur) butt is giga-absolufucking-humongous. (No offense. But. Like. Srsly.)

Yes. And I think I have a slight cold. Argh. Exams are okay. I think I'll do okay in Chem and BM. Mathematics: Rocks shitass. 8D The amount of time given is exactly what I wanted (I like not waiting for the time to pass.)

In other news pertaining to the Ye Olde Examinationse, I don't know why but I have a slight urge to seriously do some damage to these people who like have a major spazzfest when they KNOW they've done well like for example EXHIBIT A:

'OMFG I'M GONNA FAIL MY -INSERTSUBJECTHERE- EVEN THOUGH I DID ALL THE QUESTIONS AND YEAH I DID THE CORRECT EXPERIMUNT AND I'M SO TOTALLY GONNA GET STRAIGHT AAAAAs'.

I mean, look. If you wanna go have a spazzfest over some shit that's not gonna happen, wing it to the other side of the room and swipe the wall with your drool while you're at it. The spit coming out from your mouth has to be good for something else other than causing the extinction of my facial cells from your acidic saliva.

Bottomline. Stop. Ranting about it, thank you, or take it to another hapless kid with a face made out of non-corrosive steel.

(No, I'm not talking about you Piwa 8D)

I cough. I go nao.

Labels: blather, exams, rant, wtf

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.)

Labels: blather, bleach, gaming, wtf

Ahahahaha. I can't remember the real reason why, but it's hilarious to say 'wut' now. I know it has something to do with Piwa.

In other news, I don't like it when someone says 'Fu Fu Fu' especially if they're like all cool and the situation in the manga dictates that they must be awesome in a tense atmosphere... Um... Fufufu is really, really unflattering.

I can't stay much, I just wanted to say that. Ha ha.

I'll probably post more later.

Labels: blather, wtf

When I started typing this thing. Well, I learned a few things about sharing the computer room with my cousin. There are advantages and disadvantages to this. Well, first off, being the very shy person I am who cares about my privacy so goddamned much, I feel like biting his head off.

• I can't read what I waaaaaant. Whiiiiine.
• Not to mention the little things like 'OMFG, what if he's reading this right now D:'

Yeah, I have issues with people looking at what I'm writing when I don't want them to or when people just come by and say 'omfg lol can I see that'? No. No, you can't, because I don't you to fucking know about it. I don't care if you think I'm a fucking stingy bastard, but the bottom line is this - if I don't want you to know about it, then I don't want you to know about it.

It's not being mean or anything... I just have this phobia surrounding it. I don't even know if it's completely reasonable to have an unreasonable fear like this towards my privacy - uh. I think I just answered my own question.

Life's going slow. I think I should get a move on with studying because I really can't afford to skip out on my syllabus. I think, this is what is means to have the right mentality. It's maturity, baby!

By the way, maturity is just a break from puberty. At the age of 40, we're gonna become insecure, emotional and etc again. 8D Yep.

In school, nothing's much happening except the fact that some people now know that I have a certain obsession over DDR. Every single time that game is around - I just love playing it, man. It's really cool. If I have a DDR mat at home, I'm probably gonna play with it all day long and I'll probably be able to pwn everyone in time in hardcore. Yeah, baby.

Syazali can't stop commenting about it (or however you spell the stupid guy's name). Just drop it, lmfao.

Drawing/Manga:

I can't get anything in my head. Wtf.

Yes! My cousin left the room! I can take a sneak peek at Viewfinder! (Currently at Vol. 4, Chp. 3, I think, pg 18. I bookmarked it.)

No! GO back to where you came from! Nooooo.

Well, that's all for today, I think.

Signing out.

Btw, it's 7:45 PM. So I take about 10 mins writing a post. That's way too long...

Labels: blather, deep and meaningful, wtf, yaoi

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.

...

...

-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?'

...

...

'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"

...

...

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!

...

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?"

...

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.

...

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

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

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