Sunday, October 30, 2005
1. Marriage is a civil union, even if you're straight. Marriage requires a license and a legal signature and it does not require a ceremony or vows made in the name of God, Allah, Jehovah or any other manifestation of religion. If you want a divorce, you go to court and not to church.
2. Marriage grants certain rights to those who enter into it and the right to inherit joint property, the right to make health care decisions, the right to raise children as a legally recognized couple and the right to protection from spousal abuse.
3. Homosexuality/bisexuality and transgenderness is not a lifestyle, it is a sexual orientation, as is heterosexuality, which most people are born with.
4. Pedophiles are not heterosexual, homosexual, or bisexual. Pedophiles are predators, whether they seduce/coerce/rape little boys or little girls. Their sexual orientation is aimed toward prepubescent children.
5. Homosexuals and bisexuals, like heterosexuals, are hoping for a loving relationship with a consenting adult.
6. Homosexuals and bisexuals are no more likely to be sex-obsessed than heterosexuals. They are not looking to convert straights into gayness.
7. If you know 10 people, it is likely that one is gay or bisexual. Not all gay men are flaming queens; not
all lesbians are butch bikers.
8. Some of them are your coworkers, some of them are your neighbors, some go to the same church you do,
some have children going to school with yours. All of them are taxpayers, consumers, voters, club members,
9. ALL of them are human beings with good traits, bad traits, wants, needs, and dreams. Every one of them is
someone's child, someones's brother or sister, someone's friend.
Re-post this if you believe that life is more than separation and division of human based on race, color of the skin, religion, sexual identity/orientation, gender, physical appearance, etc (",)
And another journal-snitching (Charlene again, lol)
WHY AM I MARRIED?
You have two choices in life:
You can stay single and be miserable,
or get married and wish you were dead.
> At a cocktail party, one woman said to another,
"Aren't you wearing your wedding ring on the wrong finger?"
"Yes, I am. I married the wrong man."
>When a woman steals your husband,
there is no better revenge than to let her keep him.
>A little boy asked his father,
"Daddy, how much does it cost to get married?"
Father replied, "I don't know son, I'm still paying."
>A young son asked,
"Is it true Dad, that in some parts of Africa
a man doesn't know his wife until he marries her?"
Dad replied, "That happens in every country, son."
>Then there was a woman who said,
"I never knew what real happiness was until I got married,
and by then, it was too late."
>Marriage is the triumph of imagination over intelligence.
>If you want your spouse to listen and pay strict attention
to every word you say -- talk in your sleep.
>Just think, if it weren't for marriage, men would go through
life thinking they had no faults at all.
>First guy says, "My wife's an angel!"
Second guy remarks, "You're lucky, mine's still alive."
> " A Woman's Prayer:
Dear Lord, I pray for: Wisdom, To understand a man ,
to Love and to forgive him, and for patience, for his moods.
Because Lord, if I pray for Strength I'll just beat him to death "
>Husband and wife are waiting at the bus stop with their nine children. A blind man joins them after a few minutes.
When the bus arrives,they find it overloaded and only the wife and the nine kids are able to fit onto the bus.
So the husband and the blind man decide to walk. After a while, the husband gets irritated by the ticking of
the stick of the blind man as he taps it on the sidewalk, and says to him : "Why don't you put a piece of rubber at
the end of your stick? That ticking sound is driving me crazy." The blind man replies, "If you would've put a rubber at the end of YOUR stick, we'd be riding the bus . so shut the hell up."
I don't like the idea of marriage, but like my friends would retort, "Sekali you're the first to get married and get pregnant with twins!" *swt* Hope it isn't the other way round. XD. Not against marriage btw, just ain't for me.
Was passing some tacky plastic flower loaded wedding shop today and my mom mentioned, wah next time you get married, I'll be shopping here *cue dreamy look in eyes* and *cue incredulous look in daughter's*. What did I just thought again?? I told her wah, like that if I ever marry, I'll do it in another country. On a mountain top. With jagged paths. And near the cliff. This is the part when I'll explain my mom hates climbing, exercise and other strenous activities. Anyway as long as difficult for my mom to access. Then she goes, what kind of daughter are you!! ur wedding dun let ur own mother go. But she's laughing when she said that.
And yea, resorted to copy+paste thing, 'cause of bloody work. and some buzzing mozzie is just waiting to receive my 'applause'.
And am done with two presentations!!! Well, rolled into one anyway. Four more to go. Bloody. I'll upload my postcard when I have time in my DevArt. Meanwhile, if you're interested, you can view my website ASSignment @ geocites! =(. I wanna get a domain like Seiji did. Moo. Dunno can reveal it anot, so I didn't. BTW, mah contact form ain't workin', so don't bother using it.
Sunday, October 23, 2005
At least to me anyway...
I crept downstairs hoping my mom's friend's gone so I can complain to her about the discomfort/sick feeling I had since 6pm. Nevermind that it's 5am. Nevermind that 12 hours wait is too long for a complaint. But patience is the virtue right? Maybe if I ever get stabbed and my 'lifesaver' is busy, I'll just wait until I become anemic, start to hemorrage and then die. Then haunt the said person to complain as a ghost. Wah, I so optimistic leh!!! More like stupidity + determination XD.
See. Crapping again. Back to story. So I'm all 'late-husband-with-pissed-off-wife-holding-pan' a'creeping and it's all snores downstairs. My mom's sleeping on the sofa, her friend on the other sofa and my dad on the floor hugging pillows, snoring. Madie perked up from her dog nap, at my silent footsteps and tilted her head quizically.
And the first thing that ran around my head like Speedy Gonzales on hyperdrugs was... Isn't that the sweetest thing?
It's weird, I know. It's not even cute babies in their pastel-coloured one suit 'jammies', sucking their thumbs and cooing adoringly in their oh-so-kawaii baby cots. Instead it's just three middle-aged adults asleep in the living room (I refrained self from uttering the word 'old'). Haha, I hope they will never ever stumble on this statement. The TV's still on. Wonder if I should sneak back down, and turn it off.
I just wished that at moments like this, time would freeze so I can run to my room, take my SLR camera and snap a shot (@#$#@$%$#^$^ I need a digi cam!!! I can't bloody drag my webcam, which is not working btw, all the way downstairs can I? Can I?). But time doesn't. And besides, I don't have film in my SLR. Instead I run back to my room. Take a piss. Then blog.
Just finished my website for Monday's presentation. But not the time frame, proposal and target audience. Bloody bloody. Highly worried about the rest of my assignments. I'm such a dilly dallier + procrastinator. Keep surfing the net instead of doing my ASSignments (giving me loads of shite, yea). Ah why?
I just got addicted to LiveJournal.
I'm serious. It's like some kind of drug. There's so many communities that intrigues me.
Argh, can't stand it anymore.
Am off to meet my 'drug dealers'.
Haha no lah, mau tidor. ZzzZZZzzzZ now!
Tuesday, October 18, 2005
Haven't been doing webbies for like ages and had forgotten the little joys I receive when I solve some HMTL probs... Like when I first found out abt targets when using frames, managing floating layers etc!!
I'm such a geek, and proud! So what? Sue me or spank me if you like. But don't take my computer away.
*strokes computer* Sayang, sayang... *purr*
sports. Reality sucks, but as long as you have your electronics
you feel you can cope. Time goes unnoticed when you're locked
in your roomhooked up to your Nintendo, rocking to your
favourite collection of guitar-driven albums.
Your flaws: Inability to cope with real life, action-freak spirit, reclusive nature.
Your Personality type is the only type that would
like this cool online gothic Game:
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So much to my hippie, live-with-nature dream. Nyeh.
It easily takes up 2 hours ++ of my time, sigh. But there's a good side to it. The thing I like about reading old newspapers is that when there's an article that catches my attention, it's free to just ripppppp it out! I often read or see highly interesting articles and images respectively, but it's just plain unconsiderate to take parts of a newspaper when my family hasn't read them. So I'd think, Hmm, nevermind la, tomolo only cut out. Later I'd forget. Until perhaps, two three weeks later, when sometimes I'd run to the used papers section of my house and rummage through the stack of newspapers and if I'm lucky it's still there and it has not been sacrificed as doggie toilet-mat. Where poo and pee may make the person's face on it crinkly and smelly.
Oh, gone off trail. Meant to talk about rule breakers and the law inforcement's way to tackle it. I'm sure most of us will be aware of the "discounted traffic summons" given to the law breakers of the road. I mean, yea, okay, kudos to them honest policemen who didn't succumbed to bribes. Then the people don't pay up. Instead of fining them further, did they have to resort until DISCOUNTS? It's like legally bribing! Where's the pride, man??
Hurry up, pay yer summonses!!!
If you miss it... well, there's always next year!!
The only things missing are the contest/lucky draw and prizes. And Siti Nurhaliza on the stage.
Then recently the MyKad roadshow. To encourage people to get their new IDENTITY CARDS. Pause. A roadshow for what? Isn't that supposed to be our responsibility? Handphone lines I can understand but this? Even got "Perodua MyVi and other prizes totalling RM350,000"! @#!$%#$!!! Eh, I registered before the roadshow, wonder if I'll be eligible for it, hmm... Aiyooo, are Malaysians really that tidak-apa? Must be coaxed out? MyGod, until have to treat us like kids...
Okay la, to be fair, I agree with the places mentioned above. Granted, it would be hard for the authorities later if irresponsible citizens didn't sign up before deadline. But no need to call it 'roadshow' la weh. At least alter it to make it sound more like an urgent matter than a fun fair. Maybe the name will be more long-winded like, "Setting up booths in XX areas so it'll be more convenient for Malaysians to register...". Haih.
On another note, the whole animal cruelty/abuse thing. The highlight recently was a protected species, a tiger in four pieces destined for the cooking pot: image = a bit gory, click at own risk
It's sad to see such a majestic feline all cut up like that. BOO on you poachers! BOO on you fur-wearing people! And also to those people who use them as aphrodisiacs. I don't know how they can fuck so happily away when a beautiful creature had to die for their short muscle spasm. Which part of 'protected species' and 'it doesn't work' do they not understand? I wonder.
a bit ironic isn't it? a dying species on earth killed so an overpopulated species can go on reproducing. Bah.
And that dog-abuser... only fined RM100??? That is so kacang for a city dweller!!! $%&%^**^#^#%#^^$%&!!!!! What's this spirited talks to prevent animal cruelty but the punishment doesn't teach them a lesson at all? When are they going to upp the fines? When are they gonna ban animal-abusers to get another pet (to abuse) again? Okay la, there would be loopholes in the latter possible-law because they can register the pet under another name. So meanwhile, the fines should be quadrupled. Twice. Let them feel the 'pain' of their actions.
Eh, what happened to those petitions that I've signed so far on this subject???
On a lighter note, I -heart- Dita Von Teese. She's gorgeous, her style rocks. A blast from the past. I want to be reincarnated as Dita. But I don't want Marilyn Manson hanging off one of my arms.
Damn, I over-typed... Need to return to me werk!!
Thursday, October 13, 2005
Ritual dance worked?
Kezia gave me a cute doggie keychain and two slices of cakes for me bday. Happy!
Went to Macy's in Chee Cheong Kai, and the people there kept following like 1 feet close... first time so close. THREE of them weh. I can't look around meh??? My face = shoplifter face???? paiseh.
That's all for now. Off to do me werk.
Wednesday, October 12, 2005
Once upon a time, which was yesterday, a certain hippo was at her desk ready to start her lonnngg backlogged work starting with her 3D modelling. Her feet accidently nudge something. And then blank screen, restart, cannot detect NTLSR (or some shit like that). A burnt smell filled the air. Look down, it's coming from the hard disk.
The innocent hippo notices that, and goes,
Then she flees to her brother, who sniffed and prodded and restarted the PC, confirmed that the transmitter on the disk is barbequed and tells me to find Old Man Inside the House. She knows it's her fault for letting the harddisks hang out like exposed intestines without putting it in properly. She didn't think much about it. Until then. *bangs head on wall*
OMIH aka Dad was out, so she waits and frets and fans the overheated hardware.
He returns, she rushes to him brandishing the harddisk like her baby and waited with bated breath... he announces it Unrecoverable.
U . n . r . e . c . o . v . e . r . a . b . l . e .
It felt surreal for a while. Like I'm floating in space with stars, Gundams, aliens, and Michael Jackson. The psychologically-damaging words said were drifting across my brain that has turned into a jelly-like substance, hence it's moving through a painfully slow pace and letting each pixel of the letters sink in.
I went stupid.
I kept trying to find reasons on why can't my harddisk be saved.
I SMS-ed Kezia, Lean Chiew and Charlene about it.
I cried and moaned for the demise of all my digital pictures, the little burst of inspiration poured into Notepad, the mangas and movies I bittorent-ed, the precious bookmarks I made in Firefox,and most of all, my Sem 3 assignments (which includes my actress, Charlene's PERFECT narration and singing in .wav files!!!)
Maybe it's not so perfect like how I imagined it to be. But now that it's potentially, 90% sure gone, it's like the subtle tones, can never be recreated again, no matter how many times I were to record it. The greatness of its memory since the missing status.
It feel bloody bad when you're doing your work on computer and the power goes off and you didn't save your work. But this... Multiply it by a thousand. The pain... the pain...! oh, the tragedy...
You know what? Everything is falling into pieces now! Have been aiya-ing to my mom, brother, buddies, ownself etc that I'm such a lazy lump of potato. i barely did my work until last week. And now all my hard work, however minuscule, is gone bye-bye.
The loss is not too massive in elephant scale because my files in there are all pretty new due to the fact that my harddisk just died about three months before. And most of the data before that was burned into DVDs. Thank goodness for that.
But the thing is... I can't even USE my computer. For website building, no prob, I can do 'em in me ma's pc, using Frontpage. Digital Imaging as well, because it also has Photoshop 5.5 . But...but... 3DsMax, Illustrator, Flash, Premiere HOW???? *runs around pulling hair from head* The mouse is acting a bit wonky as well. And there's no USB port, it's back to the diskette age.
Kami-sama! Why bestow such bad luck upon this little earthling when her bloody deadlines are only two friggin' weeks away???
Note the 'S' on the deadlines. The S!!! Sssssssss.... *runs out of air*
Strangely about an hour after that, was more upbeat than usual. On the bright side, won't be doing any work when I'm home. Instead, more to planning on how to execute it. In coll. Yes. Will travel to coll to do my work. Yes. Three hours to travel back and forth. Yes.
Beatles sang, let it be, let it beeee, so I guess I'll take a leaf out of their lyrics on this one.
I told Charlene that am doing the 'Save-my-Harddisk' ritual dance to the Higher Power.
So my dear readers, or chatting to self like crazy girl, this is why I'm typing this now in the humble seat of mah college's computer lab. With my own mouse. Their mouse sucks bananas. Hah.
I feel so bad for my dad. You can see the pained look on his face as I showed him the offending hardware. Every computer left in my bare hands always screw-up. The time when I was 8 and I somehow crashed the computer (I knew DOS at this age!!!). The time when I was 13 and dragged my computer through the Internet computer virus heaven. The time when... I think you get the idea don't you?
And this hard disk is new. Barely 3 months old. Because my one before konked out on me (how could you failll meeeeee???). No warranty summore. Anyway, he's gonna ask his friend if there's any way to salvage it.
Bad luck doesn't stop there however. Oh nooo, there's ONE more surprise package.
As I was writing out my plans for this weekend's filming, with Charlene and Rachel (little girl), I smelt poo. Somewhere in my mind, and the fact that I have inborn blurness, I was thinking, crap, my luck is so bad until now also can smell??? But it's not 'Luck'. It's Milo, the overgrown rat. Aka miniature pinscher...'s Poo. Two little doos on my room's floor.
Lalala, happy days.
Speck of dust of a problem, really. In view of what happened to Pakistan. Sometimes I wish I knew how to practice medicine so could help. But no. Donations then. They need sleeping bags, blankets, food, medical supplies and more.
Monday, October 10, 2005
Or do we just put on a facade of a hard and proud shell when we're soft and mushy inside? I call it the 'Fried Taufoo Syndrome'.
Sometimes we just start choking, and drowning. We're not mermaids suited for this water.
Then we fall it's just so upsetting. We failed. We're not worthy enough. Put your head between bended legs to wail. This that and other. Maybe we shouldn't beat ourselves so hard over it.
I used to smile all the time, even though I'm crying inside. Even when I cry, I'd avoid making any noise at all. Loud sobbing, moaning... I bite the insides of my lips or my hand, almost drawing blood. For me, I saw it as a weakness, a vulnerable being exposed. Because I used to be a crybaby and was a target for taunts. So I grew scales like a pangolin. but i still look like a hippo when i curl up *grin*
Am not as strong as I look, as opposed to what certain people say about me. I just try really hard to meet other people's expectation for me. Yep, that's me. Rarely good at anything, but just because I give it my best shot and more. Tiring at times, but the outcome could be worth it. potential. still valid until it's over.
However time up for others and time out from my acting role. keep your clapper boards and lights. It's a foray never attempted before.
A Fool. Rushes into things. Do crazy stuff. Fools dare to dream and live it.
In the Tarot, it means a new beginning. a card of infinite possibilities. We're all fools at the starting line. Newly-cut-grass fresh, raring to sprint. Then the pistol goes 'BANG!' and off we go. In the initial part of the journey fools may not care of winning the race but explore the brand spanking new things they find along the way. Happy and unbearably naive. As they approach the end, they get more cautious and rarely do they veer offcourse like they would at first. But then again, they are fools no more.
Sign me up under 'Fool' please.
It's always a sad sight when you see someone carrying away another's material possesions. A strange struggle in my heart, halfway torn. Help, as compassionate human beings? Or respect his decision; let him be a man. He deserves that recognition and not be known to cower under maternal protective wing. And I chose the latter. But it's still heartbreaking to see their stuff sold and carried off, at a stinking low price.
I'm not trying to be righteous. It's just that when I love someone, I tend to point out their mistakes, at times cruel to be kind.
Reminds me of the China Communists. Long live the party. Those who oppose die la you.
From school to political parties... still suppressed.
Sunday, October 09, 2005
Now what IS hemorrhoids? Google it, or click this and this for great visual support!!! (WARNING! at your own risk)
And he's jokey about it. A good patient that nurses would love to cuddle and insert needles gently into.
*bleep*(10/9/2005 2:51:57 AM): i'm not gonna have anal so no need to worry
freakishcity (10/9/2005 2:52:02 AM): ...
freakishcity (10/9/2005 2:52:08 AM): not worrying abt that
freakishcity (10/9/2005 2:52:10 AM): lol
freakishcity (10/9/2005 2:52:23 AM): cuz at the moment no matter who fucks you, u';d still be doing ur wokr
freakishcity (10/9/2005 2:52:34 AM): prolly scold the guy when he push too hard cuz he upset ur drawing
freakishcity (10/9/2005 2:52:37 AM): XDXDXDXD
*bleep*(10/9/2005 2:52:40 AM): ...............................................................
*bleep*(10/9/2005 2:52:52 AM): hmm but that souunds kinky tho
*bleep*(10/9/2005 2:52:55 AM): maybe i shud try one day
*bleep*(10/9/2005 2:52:59 AM): sexual drawings
freakishcity (10/9/2005 2:52:59 AM): *swt*
*bleep*(10/9/2005 2:53:00 AM): XD
I dont know why I keep laughing over this section. I'm demented. I belong to the halfway house. Get me a strait-jacket. Thank you, kind sir.
Continuance -> hari ini! Today la. In MSN pulak. Now suspecting colon cancer. This fella need to get his priorities straight...
pray its nothing serious or else i cant graduate
how about this "pray its nothing serious or else i'll die" ???/
oh yeah that too
friend's name protected under the psuedoym of *bleep*. Like Kill Bill. What's Uma Thurman's name in that?
Sunday, October 02, 2005
The other day, I bought '7000 Sound Effect' CD.
And I've been listening to that fucking CD as much as I can for the past few days before I go crazy and hang around in elevator giving life advices to makciks and pakciks and crying toddlers.
Whoever did this CD has an obsessive fascination with birds. Cuckoo.
By the way, Dante's my main character for my 2d animation. The Unfinished Animatics. Character-Design Goal: As long as easy to animate XD.
Someone tells me I sneeze funny. "You should go, AhhhchoOoOo!!! Not 'Chee!! Chii!!'" I nearly burst my bladder from laughing. The expression on her face!! Old habit... I hold my sneezes. I tell her she's lucky that the sneeze actually came out from my mouth. Or else from the other entrance. *hint : green smoke*
Sometimes I sneeze when I look up at the bright sky or directly in the sun. A bit weird right? Macam the sun saying, oi, don't look at me so straight! At least deflect ur pupils, you puny creature! yada yada. It's like, you know the Malay literature about the king's son bowing to someone who's status is lower than his and the latter's butt started to itch. Uhm. At least that's the first thing that came into my mind la. Try to connect it together.
Munz, aka Bouncy Ompha-Lompha, flew over to Bath, England few weeks ago. For architecture. It feels somewat unreal. It feels like it was only yesterday when we were in pinafores, getting into one big silly argument, her freaking out over one teensy weensy eyelash under the plastic cover of her book (oh, that was really hilarious) and being stuck together so much that we're mistaken for twins.
I got her a Baba Nyonya purse, inside are a toy shep (glow in dark apparently, wonder if it works) and a dZi bead necklace.
if suffering of insomnia, just imagine a fence because you already have a sheep. Then count. but it'll all be "1...1...1...1...1...". Guaranteed to bore you to deat-- err, I mean, sleep?
For protection. Safe journey.
Quite lame, I know. Actually, very. Am really bad at getting people presents. Never started giving presents until I was in F5. She asks me if I kena cheated for the Dzi beads, because people always like to con me, lol. Typical of Munz. (Munz, if you're reading this, I want pics from the upcoming toga party! Wear bedsheets or curtains!!!) And she's gotten me three dolphin themed stuff, necklace/bracelet, bookmark and erm, this one not really dolphin... looks like a dugong, but so cute~~~!
Maybe I'll scan it and put it up. Sad case, no more digi camera =(.
Damn my erratic moods. I'd swear I have a rare form of Schizophrenia or smthg. But no for now. Because hospital food sucks. Low-fat, low-cholesterol, low-salt... that's not food!!!
A wise old traditional chinese doctor tells me I must avoid all 'Chee-kek' foods. Erm, foods that eat oledi very syok wan, like chilies and stuff. Cold stuff oso no-no, like ice cream. (cue, jaw drop) He told me mam that no seafood for her, and it's her fave food as well. We both went home today as broken women (girl for me). Nola, just exaggerating. Anyway, the first thing we did was buy nasi lemak. me with beef rendang and sambal, and she with janggut sotong. She treats it like it's her last serving of seafood. I treat it as a certain defiance, with relish.
Die then die la.
But of course if more pimples starts popping out like daisies, I'll kurangkan my servings of curries. But chocolates, no. I don't want to look pretty but depressed.
"Doc, I'm trying to live until 100."
"Oh really, that's nice. How do you achieve that?"
"I've turned vegetarian, I run 10 miles a day, I don't smoke, I don't drink, I don't attempt stuff that puts my life at risks..."
"Then what's the point?"
I don't understand some things. Why do people seek immortality by ironically, not living. For me, go ahead, shave away a couple of decades of my time. Immortality without the delicious servings of the world's perks is not life at all. I don't want to live that long (erm, at least over 50 la, then u can snuff me)
But I wonder, if at some point in my life, I'm old, can't get around without a wheelchair, can't control my bladder, burdened by illnesses and so on... I really really hope that mercy killing will be legalized by then. Or else, I'll just wheel myself into the middle of some busy highway. Nah, cause too much trouble. Or drop a pig from a helicopter when I'm crossing the road. That'd be fun. (Copyrighted -> Stephen Dobyn's short stories) But whatever I wish for always screw up a little.
Or maybe I'll die from JE while skydiving or smthg.
felt like doodling. drawing skills suck. trying to get better.
i can't draw men~~!!! i like range murata's males though. btw, he's an illustrator, not a pimp.