Tuesday, May 20, 2008


"If the Death Note fell into my hands,
I would use it to plot world domination,
starting by assassinating of the Prime Minister of Malaysia
in which all proceeds and child labor workers will be donated to
the Derek Zoolander Center for Kids Who Can't Read Good.
Yay for charity!"

Do we really have a child labour problem, or am I just in denial...? Why do I feel slightly sensitive about this? WHY?


Friday, May 16, 2008

Music & Being an Alien

Songs that I could listen to over and over in an infinite loop;

Go for a ride
The road opens wide
Nobody knows
These trials and woes

Now it's just me and the bees
In a cyclone of falling leaves
- the softies,
me and the bees

Dance with me my old friend
once before we go
Let's pretend this song won't end
and we never have to go home
and we'll dance among the chandeliers
And nothing matters when we're dancing
-the magnetic fields,
nothing matters when we're dancing

Whenever I listen to these two songs, I'm transported to another place. Like discovering a lake shaded with melancholy trees... and seeing a lone boat peeking, like a secret whisper. The next thing you know, you've set the boat off into the lake and you're on it. You lie down and watch the blue skies and traveling clouds pass by. The boat floats to somewhere or nowhere, but it doesn't matter.

And in this crazy life, and through these crazy times
It's you, it's you, You make me sing
You're every line, you're every word, you're everything.
-michael buble, everything

The first time I saw you, you turned away.
I couldn't hear with the noise ringing in my ears.
Do you remember where we used to sleep at night?
I couldn't feel you. You're always so far away.
- plus 44, make you smile

Call my Aunt Marie
Help her gather all my things
And bury me
In all my favorite colors,
My sisters and my brothers, still,
I will not kiss you,
Cause the hardest part of this,
Is leaving you.
- my chemical romance, cancer

the most remarkable thing about you
standing in the doorway is that it's you
and that you're standing in the doorway
and you smile as you ease the gun from my hand
and i'm frozen with joy right where i stand

the world throws its light underneath your hair
forty miles from atlanta, this is nowhere
going to georgia
- the mountain goats, going to georgia

Leave me out with the waste
This is not what I do
It's the wrong kind of place
To be cheating on you
It's the wrong time
She's pulling me through
It's a small crime
And I've got no excuse
- damien rice, 9 crimes

Totally unrelated to the songs... do you know what I hate?

Feeling as though I need to be constantly validated. As though at the end of my life, a report card will be chucked into my arms. Will I get A's in the things I want, and yearn for? Will the comments bracket be filled with "Good job!" or "Try harder."? I wish I knew what I'm doing wrong, or doing right. I wish I could ask without sounding like an insecure little prat. Manual-less people like me are at the mercy of screwing up; Acting out of the ordinary. Not being your average feminine girl. Saying weird things like tentacles. Heck, someone pretty much told me today that I'm from another planet. Maybe that's why I find it hard to truly click with someone...?

Is it that bad being an alien? Maybe it is, but the good makes up for the bad. It's like what Gibran said, about the same cup that holds your sorrows has the same capacity that you could hold joy in. I have had many happy times, being an alien ;P. Even if we have to take in more shit from some 'normal' beings on Earth, who has no qualms of telling an alien that he/she are not worthy. That's a pretty cruel thing to do, man. I'd chose being an alien over an arrogant bastard any day.

Call me an idealistic hippo, but I'd want to live my life in a way that I won't regret it. I want for my younger self, the child that was once me, to look at me now and feel proud. I want to remain being an alien (because there's no other way, really) and of course, improve for the better, and not for the molds that some people holds out for me to step into.

Who knows, maybe the path I choose may not be the right one...but I'd regret it more if I didn't at least try.

Tuesday, May 06, 2008

{Art post} Pink-Haired Girl

Sat down in front of my computer yesterday and I think, okay, that's it; I'm finishing this once and all.

And I did. I is prouds of meself. -pats self on head-

Inspired by Ai Yazawa's Mikako and Miwako;
(click here for bigger image ...brings you to my devART~)
... previously appeared in a March '06 post and February '08. The delay is due to procrastination + getting stumped over technical difficulties orz. Anyway, I do hope you'll like it!

Off to clean my hammie's cage ^^. Her name is Si Gemuk~~~

Friday, May 02, 2008

Before I hit the sack.....

Guess who has a blog now?

Tun Dr Mahathir Mohamad!

Besides mixed feelings for him (NOT of the romantic-kind), this amused me muchly.

Best blog profile, can? Shot down by singular line. You bloggers with fancy words... can you beat that???


Quick doodle of the day; I really need to study figures more... can't keep drawing cut-away people all the time orz....

(boobs supposed to go here wtf)

... I wished Malaysia allow naked models for life drawing ;___;

Thursday, May 01, 2008


When someone asks you something that is not for them to know... just answer them with an interpretive dance~~~~

But this is not real life so I shall present to you.... interpretive words wtf.


The world is your accost and you're the sun.

You feel their presence; by their movement, and they, by your warmth.... but the truth is? You and your endless circles will never bring you closer to the world. Gravity will always hold you away, from the life that calls unrelentlessly for you.

That's just who you are. Nothing can change that. Just be glad that you, being you, is essential to the world. Without you, nothing will be the same.

Because you're the sun; but the world is still,


I had to keep reminding myself that it's not meant to be... and walk away. It's incredibly tough but i've made up my mind.


Remember your science lesson when you heat up molecules in a trapped space? Filled with energy but no where to go?

I should stop procrastinating. Like, starting now.


There's so many things that I want out of this life. Then I realise, that to gain something, I have to give up something. It's sad, but very true. I still can't figure out which to pursue.... where's the 8-ball when you need one????