J: Man, I can't believe there's no football. I'm so bored.
M: Yeah, especially since the only football (internationals) is the most boring football ever.
J: I just saw a headline saying "Carrick Knocking on Capello's Door" and now I have "knock knock knocking on Heaven's door..." in my head -
M: ♪ KNOCK KNOCK KNOCKING ON CAPELLO'S DOOR - HEY, HEY, HEY HEY YEAH! KNOCK KNOCK KNOCKING ON CAPELLO'S DOOR ♫
J: ...okay man. Okay.

M: [labelling football DVDs] I can't figure out what the hell this qualif is. Germany against a country I don't recognise the flag of. It says RSA.
J: They look African.
M: Of course they're African!
J: RSA. The....Republic...of...South...Africa.
M: THERE IS NO (team for) REPUBLIC OF SOUTH AFRICA

[Five seconds later, attempting to figure it out from the commentary...]

Commentator: ...Joachim Lowe's Germany, and the World Cup hosts, South Africa.
M: AAAAAAAAGH

[Five seconds later, checking on the internet.]
Wikipedia: RSA. For the Republic of South Africa, see South Africa.
M: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH

[Five seconds later, checking the FIFA website.]
M: [defeated] There really IS the Republic of South Africa.
J: [puts a hand on M's shoulder] Africa is not a country.
M: I KNOW

Combined with my geographically confused ignorance, this was so painfully claw shrimp I can't quite describe.

J: That was fun. Let's do that again.
M: I think I lost about 5 years of my life. No.
J: Hee hee.

( - though I probably shall not exclaim as I die - )

- "oh willow, LoudTwitter, tit willow."
[stereophilic twittery.]

Tuesday night I told silencestation, "Man, I just know there's going to a massive boatload of bad karma to befall me after this."

Didn't take very long for it to catch up. I'll deal and hope that's the brunt of it.

It does remind me of the day we were forced into a studio for Jun's masters' graduate gown and as we were shuffled into the three-person group photo, Jun in the silly gown, the Dad in a tweed jacket and myself with hair slicked back and a pinstripe vest, I did think to my pai kia-looking self: Whenever this photo comes out, it ain't gonna be a surprise who's the failure in this family...

EDIT: I must be feeling much better now since I'm feeling more angry and self-righteous than depressed and worthless! 8D

( - though I probably shall not exclaim as I die - )

- "oh willow, LoudTwitter, tit willow."
[stereophilic twittery.]

Back from a trip that followed the same layout and pacing of a trip that we said we'd "better not do anymore - there's nothing for us here" - evidently the Dad forgot, but if the Dad sez we is going on famlee vaycay then we is going on 'famlee' vaycay. I think the most exciting bit was going on Tiger airways, my very first time on a budget airline, whereupon as we walked out to the stairs [never done that before, other than in China I think - most are covered walkways] and I had my camera out the lady said "NO PHOTOS" so I was a dick and took about 7, I think, as I progressed upwards. They're very effective - spent the hour of flight filling in immigration cards and there we were.

The rest of it was a blur of taxi up to Genting [according to the Dad the driver was doing 140 and was alternating between three phones the illegal way], cig smoke, walking, waiting, watching the last F1 race again and spoilering people waiting around us [not that they cared or anything], walking 15 minutes to another hotel's Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf to get some constructive work done for two days, watching really horrific made for telly movies like Jekyll, whose idea of a modern-day Hyde has a pompadour and ends up shedding his massive sideburns and dubious goatee when he turns back into Jekyll. We also watched Speed Racer, which was not made for telly, but awful all the same. Grand Pree?!? Can't even say Grahnd Pree like the in-show commentators do, and you'd think they'd get a hint and really 3 mil is like nothing in the world of grand prix racing and what is Rain doing attempting to pronounce 'commodity' I couldn't stop laughing/crying. What do I expect from the Wachowskis? Fuck nothing. Anyway, the best one was this show that even featured main character narration that managed to beat out both Speed Racer and Jekyll in betterness, so I Do (But I Don't) is alright but its name tragically really does not reflect the plot. Anyway the rest of it involved getting pretty sick on the way down, discovering that the so-called hotel reservation hadn't been made at the decent hotel we wanted to be at [for a nice spa and pool and bar] and the Dad did not want to make a fuss about the idiocy of the entire thing until he came back from another hotel that was half the price and then made a fuss about it for feedback because he didn't want to pay for the decent hotel in the end. So we spent a night in a hotel that has existed since the early 1960s and the stains on the sheets looked about as old as well. I watched an indie Polish documentary halfway which does not have a synopsis on the web, unfortunately, and silencestation had a panic attack in the night and that did not turn out so well.

We viciously spent the Dad's money [not quite successfully, we're not very good at this, we didn't spend in Genting at all, the spa in the second hotel was terrifying and when I wandered into the 'bar' a couple of cleaners looked at me with great bewilderment] on maybe about three to four cups of tea, a punky/rock double-buckle wrist-cuff, card collecting albums, hundreds of card sheaths, a chair for Tea, craptons of Decepticon insignias [could not bring myself to even touch the Autobot ones at all], three fancy hats [one is a Decepticon cap, a grey houndstooth newsboy cap and a classy Buttonman stripe trilby] and matching pinstripe pants [black and grey, both 50% off while the Dad was looking for bags for his girlfriend and I lost interest]. Oh yes, and a sweet pink wallet for silencestation to match her handphone. Ask to see it when you see us.

In the meantime, the bad air quality due to excessive cig smoke both indoors and outdoors in KL sliced my throat up, and the excessive cold in the crappy hotel gave me a cold, and I'm just relieved that during my obsessive temperature-taking I'm 36 degrees [haha Placebo reference]. I am somewhat concerned and would go to the doctor just in case I am what H1N1esque or something but I am also almost sure it will lead to complete overreaction like it did for poor Aki here [though m'dear I can barely think that dengue is much better - take care you], but it wouldn't be. So I will be careful around Jun and pray Panadol saves my soul, or something.

In other news, I got my first Rock Band vocal gold stars the night before we left, as I desperately clung to my fake instruments and my Wii dlc. But there are embarrassing things so here's some visual evidence with the embarrassing stuff censored.



We also had brief famlee bonding time while I employed both Jun and the Dad in my attempts to take dewy plant macros, to no avail. I will post pictures of Unhappy Spider sometime. Right now I am home but still in despair because I still have to fight with the college bidding system for my fifth and last module, of which I may not be able to get, and subsequently fuck up my year timing. I am trying not to think about it.

went out today to
get fun but did not go as
expected. bollocks.

EDIT: And silencestation's...
i stalked a blondie:
that sums up my day, my week,
my month - heck, my year.

( - though I probably shall not exclaim as I die - )

- "oh willow, LoudTwitter, tit willow."
[stereophilic twittery.]

( - though I probably shall not exclaim as I die - )

- "oh willow, LoudTwitter, tit willow."
[stereophilic twittery.]

Anyway, my birthday. So full of win-type wonderful. I stayed up with silencestation who was obsessively finishing up my gifts that I had berated her the upteenth time not to kill herself over [though a good part of it was me selfish fault, since she asked 'option A or B' and I said 'gosh I can't make up my mind, both? 8DDDD'], to finish this up:

( inking progression... )

Until Djinn was completely out of it and done, so after rudimentary breakfast off to bed until a few hours later. Got up just in time to have the Dad pop by with deliriously $12 cake, that has a strangely long and complicated story of Djinn not revealing what's on it until the day of my birthday itself. Long story short, I had no idea what was on it, and Djinn was being self-derogatory as per usual so I don't trust a fucking word she says.



So lovely and adorable it's mad.. I spent probably 15 straight minutes bashing Djinn's head in until she stopped complaining about it so I'm just reiterating the long-short here.

Past that it was just a lot of cooking, as far as I could remember: brining, soaking, washing, de-scaling, etc… And then it was dinner. The light over the dining table had blown, so the Dad moved the table outwards towards the lit area of the living room – a little off the area of the telly, where Man U was playing Arsenal at home at 7.40pm. I was craning my head over as I poured the sparkling juice, because of my now not-so-recent revelations that I am alcohol-intolerant…

( Yay seaaaafood! )

After dinner the dad dutifully washed up, while - get this, Djinn and I sat there in front of the telly gaping while Man U boringly inched closer to wrapping up the English Premier League title. My dad passed by, sat down, got bored and went away. He came back a while later, looked over, clucked his tongue about how the match must suck because there no goals at all [we conclusively agreed, though still not peeling our eyes from the screen] and then went to play with the cat. He was kind enough to agree to cake-time after the match. In the meantime, we went crazy over the crappy footage, and my dad went downstairs to buy a newspaper and retrieve the mail [I got three postcards: GB-75134, PT-82389 and NL-164079! Got a bunny one the day before, too.]

On another note, my presents were a little complicated on the Djinn side – largely that she couldn't give 'em to me in front of the Dad [no, not like that] so when we went to pick up the Transformers Encore Big Cassette Mission Set 1 we also delightedly picked up a nice discounted bundle of TFA Blurr and Swindle [I paid for the Mission Set and she paid for the TFA] so the TFA made it as her present to me in front of the Dad.



My cake and prezzies. TFA bundle in that big spotted bag over there, the plaid with the Chinese from me Dad, and the last one ostensibly from me Dad's girlfriend [which was really dictated by me Dad]. Oh, and my Guitar Hero Les Paul says hello on the left.

( The big 2-0! Or the big two candles. Imagine that. A bunch of you have known me since I was 12. Most of you have known me since I was 14. Scary, huh? )

So I did wish for something as retarded as the last one I wished for, which essentially means it will not come true. The spoils of the day were awesome, at least:

( It's knowing and waiting, and knowing is half the battle. )

I'm going to have a time-warp interval a bit in the future just to mention that catatonic_cats is some kind of weirdo who has this totally unwarranted affection for my handsome self and was rebellious enough to send me not only all the blank ACEO cards I told her not to, but also sent me some lovely paint/tea/ink-stained ones, and it all came with this box with pretty dangling things.

( Seriously man! What is this?!?!?! )

Back to the 16th now. When the Dad went away full and satisfied and cheery about 12 dollar cake [he made off with almost 1/2 of it] Djinn and I kinda digested for a while and then proceeded on to get to Djinn's Real Gifts^TM.

Her real gifts were, and are, her gift of writing. ::dodges some wailing and unhappy swipes:: You will not remember that last year, she filled up a bunch of flash cards that one of my weirdest friends arrrghigiveup gave me with gay haiku. When we toddled about in Liang Court's Kinokuniya a few days before my birthday, we sighted them and she asked, "would you like haikus of Option A or Option B?" and I was like "man, I dunno…both? 8D" [::shifty eyed rephrasal::] Well, she took me seriously and she regretted it [recap top of entry anecdote].



4 different pen colours. Three days of writing. Two fandoms/pairings. A night of penning. 75+129=204 haikus.
That's what's in these things. And they both moved me to tears.

I don't cry. I particularly do not cry over writing. In fact, I am hardly impressed by writing. I avoid fanfiction and most sorts of 'serious writing' posted online because more often than not I sit down, read and start feeling so embarrassed for the writer that I can't focus on reading the words anymore. Often I rarely feel. I did not feel particularly sad when I read both of these [well, technically all of these]. But out of nowhere – I wept at the end. [Just like the last one…Do I see a trend here? Moving Haikus^TM?] Very strange! But here, I can't resist some excerpts even though you won't know what's going on anyway:

( From the black kitten… )

( And from the blue bird… )

Wow, it was really hard not to put everything there! They all fit into a Meiji Meltykiss box, which we bought on the same day we bought the flash cards.

Oh, you know Djinn, that wasn't all. First there was this:

( The image on my cake! )

And then there was this:



Which in my opinion is just really crazy beautiful. I was literally struck speechless.

And the full image is here in an incredibly romantic but also a very uh homoerotic [understatement] NSFW fashion. I've got it in a hard card on my table that I flip over to my cake image whenever my dad is in the house. 8D

So! That really about concludes it, I really could not think of anything better. It was pretty much bestest day ever, again. You know what, I really don't know what I've done to deserve this. Do I just inexplicably have some kind of weird good karma magnet or something? silencestation is just the most brilliant person in the world to me and I have her waiting me hand and foot [well, not really, but she's liek my artsy bitch or something]. Then I have so many of you out there who are just so strangely nice to me, nice beyond words, so…so awesome to me. I don't get it! But thank you so tremendously much! There are no words to describe, like I said, only lots of flailing and adoration.

A few days later we went to the Bird Park to test my lens [under the staunch insistence of my dad, too] so you can expect some spam coming from that sometime soon. But really, everybody, thank you.

The 16th of May was some kind of fucking awesome! Why:
- Loads of sweethearts wishing me happy birthday. Couldn't stop grinning.
- Did not struggle with a long restaurant queue [with potentially crappy food and huge bill] - instead helping out to cook and later devour a bunch of seafood. Mrrrr scallops.
- Cake was literally half discounted because I wrote them a long, disappointed complaint letter for the terrible way they did silencestation's cake. Slightly more upscale chocolate tiramisu cake with custom top graphic at $12 is no joke. 8D
- Man U put the BPL title battle to rest.
- Gifts other than Djinn's were deliriously practical!
- Finished up some cool lineart experimentation.
- Three freaking postcards arrived on that very day, and a super-cute one the day before!

Only downside:
- Damn, twenty already!

Upside to only downside:
- Everyone who've known me [that's quite a few of you!] since my early teenage days on my flist go "Oh my god twenty already?!?!?!"

Late and I do apologise - the immense amounts of fun I had on my birthday completely knocked me out, and I had not yet recovered well enough to be properly delirious about it. So please allow me to belatedly thank:

- silencestation who fed me and entertained me and surprised me and made me happier than I ever deserved and will ever deserve, as per usual. ♥
- The Dad, who sent a strangely hilarious text message the night before and really astonished me with practicality. 8D
- scrunge, who really should not stress out about it and thank you so much for keeping my iconspace so aliieeeeev.
- vox_veritas, my long-time buddy, who sent an early lurvin' text message from all her hunks [guess that's where Rey fits in too!] and cute chicks.
- ruthieangel, who certainly made my day everywhere with her supersweet and big-fonted happy birthday messages! 8DD
- allende, who left me a darling birthday comment in my previous post!
- catatonic_cats, who is really still too nice to me. I don't understand nor deserve it!
- arrrghigiveup, who sent a belated message ahaha loser 8D
- Lydia, who caught me online for a lovely chat.
- All of my Gaia babes, of whom I've already thanked in the relevant places. The heartfelt genuine adoration of my fine self and the digital gifts bestowed touched me more than they know.
- Anyone I left out, please let me know so I can grovel madly. orz

Of course, post concerning this sort of thing coming up soon. I just tested out one of my gifts today and it was pretty cool!

Also, I got a lava lamp. 8DD

Quick break from biz law just to pimp silencestation's birthday. That's pretty much about it. We're both up - she's doing an essay, so if you could, wish her a happy birthday? 8D

M: [eyeing a national education advert banner] Talk to your children about drugs in their language? What: yo homie, I wanna talk ta ya about the shizzle on the street, man.
D: The shizzle - the shizzle on the sizzle.
M: Yeah, the shizzle on the sizzle. Yo' cru don't know what they doin' when they suck ice
D: Think twice
M: Take my advice.
D: Niiice.

[DJ is attempting to form a lattice on top of home-made cheesecake with chocolate sauce.]
D: Man, I'm sorry, this looks like s**t. It looks like someone doesn't even know what an edge is.
M: No, dude, it's okay man, it's chocolate sauce.
D: It's a member from U2 who's not Bono.
M: ...
D: ...the Edge, if you wanna know.
M: [laughs]
D: I can't believe it took you that long to get it.
M: No, I was contemplating whether there was a guy in U2 called 'Chocolate Sauce'.

[While waiting for Man. City vs Chelsea to start, M and DJ switch to MTV in a foolish attempt to pass the time. A music video comes on.]

M: What the hell? Why is this on MTV Reverb? Isn't this mainstream rock? It ain't f***ing alternative.
D: No, it's not alternative.
M: Is this what they call alternative nowadays? It's insulting my intelligence!
D: I think anything that isn't in the top 40 is alternative to them.
M: It's like those People into Music wot said indie (listeners) people are 'not nice' when they don't even having a freaking 'indie' (music) category in their survey.
D: Maybe they went to indie people, gave them the survey and then the indie people said: "What the f***?! There's no category for indie here!" and they said "You're not nice."

M: Maybe it's time to get my hair dyed again. It'll be like a warning sign to my classmates: "LOOK MAN, MY HAIR IS RED. IT SAYS STOP. BACK OFF, BUGGER"
Dj: Bugger? What kind of epithet is that? Bugger!
M: In-school censorship, I suppose.
Dj: Heh, motherf - Mormonbugger.
M: You Mormonbugger!
Dj: Lit - A person who bugs Mormons.

( - though I probably shall not exclaim as I die - )

- "oh willow, LoudTwitter, tit willow."
[stereophilic twittery.]

This is about how university is so far:



- as faithfully re-enacted by Djinn and I outside a restaurant.

This is mostly the case other than Statistics 101, of which I have never touched before and with an inept lecturer and a non-Mathematic mind, I cannot grasp. Particularly from the tail end of Week 2.

This week is Week 3. There's a quiz after every test. Oy vey.

Otherwise, here's my bitchin' twitter - and when I say bitchin' I mean it in a outbursts-of-rage sort of way, as opposed to a wicked! sort of way. So uh, unless you're direly interested in my bitchin' don't worry about it. It's really just for the record.

My good Lord you know, I'm really not quite sure what to do, because I may have a three-day school week but I fill the other four days to the brim with accursed groupwork and reading chapters that will be taught for the week. Studiousness is really taking its toll.

And then I have to cope with that Fernando Torres fan faker next to me for two of my classes. Help!

EDIT: Oh, and before this gets lost in my next update because Twitter is unable to go back on older posts right now past 40 twitters, this is a very pertinent quote: "Sometimes at our age we think we know everything and we don't know anything. That's the truth."

( When life hands you uni health checkup, send a lot of SMSes to Djinn. )

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