Well, not really. It’s just for this one post. To continue the tagging.

6 weird things about me, eh? Let’s go.

1) I have a high pitched voice :/ I’m serious, every guy I talk to has a deeper voice than me. It sucks. What’s weird is that now I notice it and are complaining about something so trivial on a blog post.

2) When I was young, around 7, I couldn’t even wear my pants right. I was the blurrest kid in the class. And yet, by 12, I was learning programming. Hmm. Strange.

3) Xingyi would have you believe I’m evil. Which in some cases I’d second, since I’ve love few things more than to fling a noisy, crying child through a mirror. But I’d never hurt animals/insects that aren’t a direct threat to me.

4) I couldn’t stand little puppets, and yet I ordered a minature voodoo doll for myself :/ All Xingyi’s fault.

5) My head always appears either disproportionately large or disproportionately small to my body size. It differs from day to day when I look in the mirror. Sometimes I look like Pink Panther, sometimes like Doraemon. It never is just right.

And the weirdest thing of all..

6) After all these years, I still am friends with Xingyi. Hahahahaha..jk jk you know I love ya

That concludes today’s lesson. I can’t tag anyone else..I am, after all, on a hijacked blog. I’ll leave all you weirdos for now.

(Please note that this post has been written by Nameless, NOT Xingyiedoofoofoo)

The rules are simple, I need to list down 6 weird things about myself (anyone who knows me would say that even 6 volumes would be too few) and then tag 6 of my friends. Here goes nothing:

1)    I have a habit of naming inanimate objects and animals. Some of my award-winning best are Dumpling (dog), Sushi (fish), Shmoosh and Dhoosh (hamsters), Putu Mayam (cat), Coke (dog), Foo Foo (rabbit), Hamshter, Dinkums and Fluffket (my soon-to-be dogs). I also enjoy making up words that simply do not exist and try to convince everyone that they do exist: Tiktsiniedoofoofoo, Xingyiedoofoofoo, Sammiedoofoofoo, doofoofooness, dungoid, sayangness, Xingyified, Xingyiness, El Piggoid, El Dungurado Super Stupido Piggers, bumhead, etc.

2)    I used to be quite tomboyish. Explored longkangs to try to find the Nenek Kebayan with the boys. But you would never be able to tell by looking at me now. But my friends say I still think like a man sometimes, in the way I view relationships (I am commitment-phobic, unromantic and annoyingly pessimistic, so kudos to sayang for being so patient).

3)    I have a partial Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder (OCD). It has toned down over the years, but even now, I still find myself arranging my books a certain way, putting things in my bag in a certain order, putting on make-up in my routine way, tucking in the edges when I use my blankie, etc.

4)    I am extremely indecisive when it comes to things that aren’t important, such as what to wear and what to eat. If I didn’t have evil friends to prod me all the time, I’d end up ordering after two hours of poring over the menu. But I usually order iced water; otherwise I’d spend another hour thinking about what to drink. I also eat at a pace that most people find exasperating and I constantly get a lot of flak for it. However, when it comes to important decisions like what I’d like to pursue as a career, I’ve got it all figured out since I was about 12-13 years old.

5)    I am afraid of being in the dark alone. I have an over-active imagination and I enjoy scaring myself by creating illusions that many dead spirits and standing around my bed observing me hungrily *shudders*. But I love roller coasters and I usually go on them alone, because most of my friends are cacatified. I also want to go skydiving, bungee jumping and Zorbing. Sometimes, I can be impulsive to a reckless extent.

6)    I always get accused of being emotionless/heartless/a cold, hard bitch/unable to love. What-lah!!! I cry watching Petronas advertisements for God’s sake. And I cried watching Bambi, Lilo and Stitch, The Green Mile (Ello, sir, when that dude killed the mouse, it was heart-wrenching for me okay?!), some show about Helen Keller, Mr. Bean (yes, I know I’m freaky), etc.

Er, now I tag:

1)  Pokker

2) Syafiq? (Dude, I heard about Thursday morning. Thanks for scaring the crap out of TT)

3) Rajiekins

4) Will

5) Er…Wills?

6) Lili

As with all my other friends leaving the country (not fleeing from my psychotic tendencies, okay?!), my parting request is for Raj to bring me a hot guy when he comes back. Yes, my emotional crutch (read: bestie) will be spending the next month or so in MONGOLIA!!!

Does he REALIZE the danger he is in? Perhaps after the Altantuya incident in Malaysia, they might try to avenge her death by bombing Raj into skin and bone fragments? Speaking of which, there hasn’t been many updates on that case (*insert Government conspiracy theories of choice*).

Raj, I am still trying to let it sink in that you will be leaving me to dodge bullets on my own (Your company gave you notice 2 days in advance! What-lah!). Note that this post is being typed out at an insane hour to be awake (9.42a.m.) and I only got an hour of sleep last night, so what I say cannot and should not be held against me.

Please come back soon, Rajiekins =(   You will be missed very much (unless you write me another poem with the same horrific message as "The Cemented Puppy"). Have a safe trip! Love you loads!!!

P.S. I’ll take good care of Dodol until you come home (could not resist naming it).

P.P.S. Eva and Wei Liang, I hope you’ll have loads of fun and a safe journey. Eva, you now owe me a hot Kiwi guy. Wei Liang, hot Australian. As for Wei Loong, you STILL owe me the hot American I’ve been promised =) xoxoxo

A pair of sparkles

From your land

Across the oceans

I hold in my hand

A shard of your heart

To keep with me

To remind me of you

How it’s meant to be

I take them out

On special occasions

And stroke them with burning disdain

Reminded of my forgotten pain

Questioning what could have been

And what loneliness truly mean

I know that I have lost your game

Now I am left with eternal shame

I’ll wear them on my wedding day

To replace the pogo stick you promised me

To replace the dolphin in our sea

To replace the emptiness you left behind

To replace the missing soul I can’t find

To replace the life you stole away from me

I’ll wear them on my wedding day

In a vain hope

That the crystals

Will draw attention away from my tears

A heart too broken to mend

They’ll think it’s joy

To shed a tear or two

Because they don’t understand

That he isn’t you

A poem that I’m working on. It’s still not the way I intend for it to be. But I’ll continue changing it until I’m satisfied. In the meantime, this is a work in progress.

I watched "The Lake House" last night on DVD with my brother and here’s our verdict: DON’T BOTHER!

The plot was really weak and the "facts" were inconsistent. We were very confused and had to try to figure out the storyline. At certain points, we had to make up our own theories. The whole plot just raises eyebrows because it is so fake and dumb (for lack of a more apt description). Also, there was no element of suspense because the plot was so predictable that we saw all the twists coming. Possibly the lamest show I’ve ever seen.

The people who did the subtitles didn’t help either. Lines like "Mungkin kamu tahu wasn’t diri menunjukkan" and "Lebih baik, lebih baik, lebih baik rancangan lama" as the translation for the dialogue "Bitter, bitter, bitter old man" really turned it into a comedy instead.

Keanu Reeves had the acting abilities of a wood. And Sandra Bollocks (error intentional) had a one-dimensional character. The supporting cast appeared to be awkwardly useless in the development of the story. For example, Keenu Reeves’ character, Alex, has a brother who is so unconvincing playing that role that they might as well have cast Big Bird instead. Most of the supporting cast appeared to be useless in the plot development and were about as effective as props.

My brother said, "If I had gone to see this in the cinema, I would feel really cheated."

And I said,"Yeah? Think about the people who bought the soundtrack!!!"

1) Tokyo Drift

Great for people who despise plots. The plot is so weak and predictable that it could have been a documentary of the life and death of a wastepaper-basket for all I cared. Its only saving grace is the eye candy provided, and by that I mean the gorgeous, gleaming speedmachines, not the main characters. The storyline appears to target adolescents and tries too hard to be cool, thus falling flat and below expectations.

Firstly, let’s discuss why the plot is so weak. Every turn in the storyline is so predictable and suspense is so evidently absent. Apart from that, the plot is so fake that the audience spend more time sniggering than being engaged by the movie. A Japanese "mafia" family takes in a girl who looks Indian and whose mother is a prostitute from Australia? I mean, come on. An amateur tries drifting on a mountain and doesn’t even crash his car once, but his "Sifu"(teacher) dies in a car accident on a road in the city? Come on, come on!!! And why do two Japanese characters speak English to each other most of the time in this movie?

Lucas Black, who acts as Sean Boswell, appears quite lost in this movie and does not exude much charisma. Plus, his expressions are very limited and that makes his character one-dimensional. Nathalie Kelley, who acts as Neela, seems to have a firmer grasp on acting. However, her character is so obviously fictional that most members of the audience cannot relate to her nor symphatize with her. She comes across as a total spoilt brat with no sense of loyalty and just follows whoever is "D.K." (Donkey Kong, indeed) of the moment home.

Brian Tee, who is D.K. (Drift King) in the movie, is quite a good actor. He is the villain we all love to hate and Brian Tee takes full advantage of his screen time by showing a cowardly side to the usually tough-as-nails D.K., especially when threatened by the presense of his dangerous uncle. D.K. is a more realistic portrayal compared to either of the other characters, though by no means more likeable.

Han, played by Sung Kang, is cool and pretty much everyone likes Han. But again, his character is not believeable. You have a guy who needs D.K. to survive but decides to go against D.K.(and not to mention his own gem of a car) to help some white guy from America who has no idea how to drift and talks more than he walks? And poor Han’s script is just damn lame, all the offense in the world totally intended. That bit at his "crib" where he is talking to Sean and Sean asked why he was there or something, he said something lame about cowboy westerns and running for the border and this is his Mexico. I was frozen with pity for Sung Kang for even having to utter such a lame line.

Another saving grace was also the movie soundtrack. Although the songs are quite annoying, they are extremely catchy and sort of grows on you.

2) Superman

Another total disappointment. The plot was predictable and lame. Superman (Brandon Routh) looked ridiculously stupid and girly. Lois Lane (Kate Bosworth) somehow just doesn’t carry off the role well. And Lex Luthor (Kevin Spacey) is just not up to standard.

If you have even watched one episode of Smallville, you will realize that the Lex Luthor of Smallville is the epitome of how villains everywhere should be. He is suave, charismatic, cool and not obviously evil which is the genius of it.

And in this plot, supposedly Superman has a son. Question is, who cares? And again, it lacks a lot of realistic elements. For example, if he really could hear every cry for help on earth, how did he find time to take Lois on a ‘rombongan terbang sambil belajar’? Unless he blocked out pleas for help to serve his selfish needs? In which case, why do we need him at all? And what the hell is the specs on: Clark Kent, specs off: Superman?! That is a supreme insult to my intelligence.

Also, Lois Lane is not a very likeable character is she? First she goes all out to prove she is as capable as men by being super-reporter. Then she falls head-over-heels for Superman, whom she hardly knows apart from when he saved her when she was doing her damsel-in-distress thing(which by the way, reverses all the pro-feminist things she has done). Then she retaliates when Superman leaves by writing an article about "Why the World Doesn’t Need Superman", which proves how immature she is. Also, she has no concerns for the safety of her son and did not even hesitate bringing him to a ship belonging to some stranger. If that is not selfish, I really don’t know what is.

Overall, this is one of the worst movies I have ever seen in my lifetime. Take my advice, don’t waste your time and money. (But don’t tell James I said that. He is so in love with Superman. I can’t imagine what their children will look like.)

Current mood: Happy(*hoppity hop hop*)

Current music: Brighter than Sunshine (Aqualung) 

For someone who has always thought that happiness is over-rated, I have been pretty damn happy recently. I think being content with life is the best energy-booster.

Hmm…what should I talk about today? Right, let’s start with my first driving lesson. It was a Sunday morning when my instructor called me. I wanted to yell at him, it was 7a.m. for God’s sake!!! But I was really excited to be behind the wheel for the first time. So anyway, I was supposed to drive on the road, not an empty lot like most people their first time. Obviously I was a little over-whelmed.

Then there was this really dumb chick who was walking TOWARDS the car I was driving towards her. I mean, which part of my terrified look and the words "Sekolah Memandu *censored*" printed on the side of the car didn’t she understand?! At this point, I still haven’t learnt how to brake. And my instructor, instead of helping, decided to tell me,"Just bang her la, she wants to let you bang her, so just bang her la". I freaked out. But luckily at the last minute, she moved aside. Stupidity knows no bounds.

My parents saw me on the way to get breakfast and I lost concentration because I was too busy smirking at my mum. So I made the engine die out twice. According to my parents, I was going really fast for a beginner on a busy road. They were exaggerating, it was only like 60kph maximum. But my first driving lesson had a deep impact on me. I now believe that the driving instructor profession is noble one. My instructor didn’t raise his voice at me even once… although I suspect he went back and bought himself another life insurance.

On another note, I have been elected as treasurer of the class trip organizing commitee and the KDU Leo club. Oh, joy (Note the sarcasm). And I need to get a new belly ring because the stud closing of my current one fell off somewhere. Grrrrrrr….. Semester one exams are next week *sigh* I’m trying as hard as I can to even grasp on the the tailcoats of my economics syllabus. I’m so behind schedule. And yet, here I am rambling on my blog. Welcome to the world of a slacker extraordinaire!!!

Current music: Lazlo Bane - Superman

Current condition: Sick as hellshit

I woke up this morning (alright, fine, afternoon) feeling so so so sick. *pauses to allow sympathetic tuts* Anyway, my ex-tuition teacher called me to go for lunch with her. And I haven’t seen her in months so I went despite being half-dead.

We went to the Pizza Hut outlet at Subang Parade. I haven’t been there in years! (Reminder: I hate shopping) So we were chatting for hours about absolutely nothing in particular but that’s not my point.

The point is, we asked for chilli sauce. (Chilli sauce and pizza…don’t ask, it wasn’t me, haha) Oh my God, why do I keep getting side-tracked? Anyway, we were separated from the table next to us by a partition. The partition is way too low and doesn’t allow much privacy (take note, Pizza Hut employees) but that’s another story. Our ‘neighbours’ just took the sauce from us without asking! How horrifying. Common courtesy has obviously gone to the dogs.

Moving on… there is a new attraction at KL Tower. Supposedly it’s some kind of reverse bungee-jump thing. I don’t know exactly what it’s called but I SO want to be on it. The price is RM60 per person. Any takers? Come on, it’s going to be fun! Call me if you’re interested!

1) They don’t allow old women to go on killer roller-coasters.

2) An old woman at a rock concert would probably be against the law in 20 years.

3) Old women don’t have belly rings.

4) I can’t cook or bake to save my life so people will have no reason to visit me.

5) Old women are expected to go shopping for flowery dresses (double yuck).

6) I can’t knit or you know, do stuff with cloth, so there’s pretty much nothing else for me to do.

7) Swallowing pills will actually kill me faster than whatever disease I might have.

If my memory already sucks so bad now, picture me in 30 years. No way, I shouldn’t be allowed to get old!!!

9) One of my biggest fears is being bored. And when you’re old, you pretty much have more limited choices when it comes to fun. I would die of boredom before anything else.

10) Old women aren’t allowed to wear stiletto heels.