The not-so-yay bit would be the fact that Soph and Jus are LEAVING. Watch as I pout. Pout pout pout. Nasib baik ada Facebook.
The do at Nick's was pretty fun. Much love was had for the kittens that got adopted by Zack and Dulcy (from Soph's "cattery"). There was lots of meat and we sort of had vegetables in the form of corn chips and salsa. We watched CSI: Miami (Horatio is such an awesome smug bastard and I suspect Zack's new kitty loves him because she wouldn't take her eyes off the TV) and a bit of the Transformers movie before we left.
I just realised that when I watch movies when I'm tired, my mouth falls open and I look gormless.
But anyway, ciao and I will see everyone when I come back. If there is any sort of emergency that I should be attending to (for example sushi that needs eating, cats that need cuddles or alcoholic "evidence" that needs to be "destroyed"), just call or text me.
PS: In case anyone wanted to know what the hell I was babbling about drunkenly, the translation is here. I still don't know what "soubbung ryde hils on" means, but "rufe spimminb jetbiarfs" still sounds really cool.
But I'm a firm believer in celebrating whatever holiday my friends celebrate, because it's as good an excuse as any to get together and have a good time.
Merry Christmas, everyone. Eat lots, drink responsibly and HAVE LOTS OF FUN. Of course you're doing all this to celebrate the birth of Christ - just in case anyone thought that I was so particularly stupid that I forgot what the whole point of Christmas is, hello, I have a Christian boyfriend who is rather "I hate how Christmas has gotten so commercialised" but who gets presents for me anyway (personally I kinda love the commercialisation of religious holidays - I may not be particularly pious but DAMN, I do so love getting presents).
In case anyone was wondering - the presents were Terry Pratchett's The Last Hero (actually all he did was pay for it, but I consider it a present) and Captain America: Red Menace (BUCKY!!!).
PS to Sarawakians: The other day I saw the anti-alcohol equivalent of those Tak Nak ads in the local paper - you know, the whole "I manage stress well, I don't need alcohol to socialise, I spend time with my family" thing.
When I saw that ad the first thing I wanted to do was grab a bottle of booze and GET DRUNK just to spite the utter smarminess of the ad. Besides, this is Sarawak - "spending time with family" often means "singing and partying with LOTS OF BOOZE", unless of course you're Muslim or just not from the drinky-drinky races (not being racist in a mean way here, you know I love all of you).
When we got to Tomoe we noticed that there were three new waitresses and NO HOT GUY.
[Note: One of the reasons we girls like going to Tomoe so much - apart from the whole "yummy Japanese food at not-crazy prices" of course - is the fact that the main waiter dude is QUITE THE HOTTIE. And we go there so much I'm pretty sure he knows our orders by heart SALMON YOME.]
I got a wee bit (okay, a lot) upset because, dude, no hot guy? NO. MY DINING EXPERIENCE IS LESSENED. I NEVER GOT HIS PHONE NUMBER. Or his name, for that matter. I was all, "Oh noez, he has teh leftx0rz??!!"
We got distracted by the lack of hot guy when the food came though. I noticed Gette lingering over one piece of salmon yome and she said she was savouring it, relishing the joy of putting it in her mouth.
I told her the boy says "JOYEEE" instead of just plain "joy". Love all around for the absent boy.
Dulcy loved her gifts, we all had a lovely lovely lovely dinner and best of all just before we left THE HOT GUY came out of the kitchen wearing those cute Japanese chef outfits. HE GOT PROMOTED. OMG. SO CUTE IN THAT LITTLE HAT.
HE DIDN'T LEAVE :D
I THINK HE MADE MY TEMPURA :D
There was food (lots), pretty clothes (lots), lovely friends (lots, some I haven't met in a while), make-up (lots), booze (not lots) and relatives (lots, with far too many commenting about my weight and asking me when it's my turn).
Over the course of the weekend I learned two things:
- liquid eyeliner is a real bitch to take off. Seriously, the one that got put on me was definitely not waterproof (it ran a bit when I put my contacts on) but it took absolute AGES to wipe off, even with actual make-up remover. The next time anyone tries to put eyeliner on me they'll have to beat me senseless first.
- apparently if I marry before Aziz and Farah (my two other older siblings, in case anyone didn't know), it's considered langkah bendul and tradition says I have to give them gifts as compensation, usually jewellery. I don't think that's fair. I didn't ask to be the youngest in the family and it sure won't be my fault they can't or won't get married before I do.
On the topic of when it will be my turn, well. Don't hold your breath. Besides, who'd really want me to breed? I mean, yes, children are a blessing yadda-yadda-yadda but they are also terribly difficult to take care of, especially when they start walking - one minute you think they're passed out from hyperactivity, next thing you know they've escaped from the house and gone outside without adult supervision because they're fascinated by the goats roaming around in the driveway. Or picking up razors and shaving their eyebrows.
I keep swinging from "sunshine cheery" to "sobbing wreck", with bits of "just plain blah" in between. I'm not even at the emo part of my menstrual cycle so God knows what I'll be like when that comes around again.
Don't know how I'll face the whole Raya open house thing. Don't know if I can. Just getting through the day at school without feeling like I've been hit by a truck is hard enough. Think I'll just stay up in my room for Raya and only come out to attend to my own friends or to go visiting.
Besides, someone has to keep Yoders away from the suicidal neighbourhood brats.
But as much as I love mad, alcoholic, womanizing bastard Tony, I wouldn't actually get a statue of him being drunk and mad (it's based on this).
I have Bucky icons but they're so hot they might set retinas across the world on fire, so I'm not uploading them... yet.
PS: I can't believe I missed Mourinho's Melon Metaphor! Has he just started buying groceries for the family or something? Soon he'll wax lyrical on the virtues of different types of milk.
In other news - I'm in class. The standards are having exams so the class is empty (I think most of them are sitting for one of their Chem papers at the moment). Kevin's here though, strumming a guitar and attempting to stealthily take photos of Adam sleeping with his mouth open.
Someone called me pretty today. I'd be more flattered if it wasn't a 13-year-old boy. Why didn't this kind of thing happen when I was actually 13? Okay, sure, I had zits, was kinda shapeless, had terrible hair and the worst taste in clothes ever. But I had a huge heart and a wonderful personality.
I blame my lack of faith in the power of personality on the fact that I got ABSOLUTELY ZERO dates in secondary school. It's all your fault, you superficial bastard Josephians. All of you that ignored me or used me when it was so obvious I had a crush the size of Jupiter on you - I hope you get STDs from whatever so-called hot (read: skinny as a rake, fucking Ah Lian) chick you picked over me. Preferably syphilis, but gonorrhea would do.
...don't mind me, that was just the PMS talking.
He texted back, saying, "Thanks for the info. I'll check up (pun) on it."
YES, HE ACTUALLY PUT (PUN) THERE. You know, just in case I missed it.
So over the long weekend (which is still ongoing) we managed to finish watching the first season of The OC on DVD (he knows the plot, yo! I don't know the plot!). In one scene, Sandy is grilling swordfish steaks and I wasn't really paying attention to what Ivan was saying -sometimes he goes on and on and I space out.
"You know what I really want?" he said.
I was about to give an ahem reply, when he continued, "A house with a big back yard AND A GRILL LIKE THAT."
Ivan's usually a pretty quiet, nice, unassuming guy. Then he got started on THE GRILL and how he wants one. How he wants to go all mad and wild, cutting down BAMBOO PLANTS and sharpening the tips with STONES to turn them into spears to HUNT COWS WITH. AND SHEEP. LITTLE LAMBIES. I was typing in capitals because that's how much enthusiasm he had talking about it.
Now whenever he hears about grills or sees them (on The OC or otherwise), he gets this manic look in his eyes. Ivan. Manic. Two words that don't normally go together, okay?
Then he was on the computer and I was sort of watching The OC (season 2, like, shut up!) and suddenly he said, "You know what excites me?"
AGAIN, I wanted to give an ahem reply, when he continued, "Chicken cooked in pansoh. Mmm, yummy! The soup!"
That threw me into the kind of mad fit of laughter I usually get at school after I've had the possibly-cocaine-laced doughnuts.
A few minutes ago we were talking about poetry and he said he wanted to write a poem full of puns and call it A Punful Poem.
"Because it's painful," he said, with much joy.
Yes, I'm done assassinating his character (his words, not mine) now.
EDIT: He turned on the Dutch subtitles because he thinks the word stripboeken is funny.
It was awesome as it has been for the past few years. Got party! Got vodka! Got PRESENTS, OMG PRESENTS, OMG PINK PSP PINK PINK PINK!!!! WITH SHOOTY-SHOOTY GAMES AND PINK CASE! AND LOVELY ART NOUVEAU CALENDAR AND... OTHER THINGS!!!
Seriously, I have never had a pretty calendar in my room. I mean, I keep meaning to get one but then when I do find one I like it's usually March and I'm like, "Oh, what a waste of two months SAD FACE." So I usually just remember dates by sticking them on my computer calendar or writing them down on random bits of paper that end up getting lost with the dates forgotten until someone calls up and goes, "Eh, what we getting for so-and-so's birthday?" and I realise I'm broke as hell and start to panic.
Not that that's ever happened, of course.
So yes, thanks to Fariah, Gette, Bernard, Zack, Wee Na, Shah, Ivan, Dulcy, Nick, Iain, Mac AND my brother for the lovely birthday. Oh, and my mum because she took me to go shopping, which was nice though she complained at how picky I was, blah blah how can you try on nine pairs of jeans and not like any, you have fat knees. And my sister, who offered to buy me stuff. Yay!
To be completely honest the birthday week had it's ups and downs. Something happened on my birthday itself that threatened to ruin everything (as Fariah said, "I worked so hard to make her birthdays enjoyable and THAT PERSON DOES THIS! ANGRY FACE!"), but it's a testament to Fariah's hard work that it didn't ruin it.
I really shouldn't be making such a huge deal of the fact that I came out of that okay, but whenever I bounce back from things like that... I have a little moment of "Yay!" inside.
I watched an episode of Go, Diego, Go! today and am a bit embarrassed at how involved I got. When Diego says, "Sing Run, Run, Run!" I actually do sit there and sing Run, Run, Run. When Map or whatever that thing is of Dora's asked, "Where is Little Jaguar?" (or whatever that animal companion of Diego's is) I pointed at the screen and went, "THERE! IN THE RED FLOWERS!"
Such a fucking sheep, Rin, seriously.
Which reminds me of my Stranger Danger story! You know how kids get taught not to talk to strangers, not to receive things from strangers and just generally keep away from strangers because THEY ARE EVIL? When I was in kindy, after telling a horrible story about how little Jimmy got kidnapped because he was dumb enough to accept a chocolate bar from a stranger, the teacher asked us, "So, what do you do if a stranger offers you a Snickers to get into his car?"
The other kids dutifully said, "Say NO, teacher!"
I said, "Take the Snickers."
The teacher had to patiently explain the whole point of the story to me again, and I remember getting a bit upset because I liked Snickers and I kept going "Why? But I like Snickers!"
See, if I went to a more expensive and exclusive kindy they'd have referred me to a psychiatrist to see if I had a learning disability. As it wasn't an expensive or exclusive kindy I think dear Miss Jennifer may have just thought I got dropped on the head as a toddler.
If Stranger Danger classes were actually graded, I would have failed it.
See, I don't get it. Personally I'm all for my man going out with just the guys because I trust him to not be a complete ass and I trust the guys to not shove him towards the nearest prostitute. Plus, hey, male bonding! No matter how close you are to your boyfriend, honey, I don't think you can provide the awesome fun of getting drunk while staring at chicks and talking about guy stuff (not that I'd know what guy stuff is, as I obviously lack a penis).
If any guy I dated told me I couldn't go out with "just the girls", I'd dump him. Seriously. I've dumped people for less (because I am fickle and impatient and easily bored). I need my time with the girls, where we can bitch about things, talk about funny things the guys do, say absolutely girly things about clothes and manicures.
I mean, it's fine and actually really sweet if you can spend almost every waking, non-working moment together and not want to kill each other. But if it gets to the point where you're never seen without the other half - meaning when it gets to the point where you're a half, a fucking fraction as opposed to a whole being - then it just seems a bit sad and creepy. Maybe it's just me being my unromantic self, but there you go.
Just because you've hooked up with someone, doesn't mean you have to leave your friends behind. Bros before hos. Chicks before dicks. Sounds dumb, but it's something worth remembering.
Anyway, I don't really feel like getting into a rant right now so I will leave you with an example of Ivan's sometimes horrible sense of humour.
Last night, Ivan was driving and I was in the passenger seat. Bernard was sitting at the back. Ivan started holding my hand as we were driving around.
"Oi, both hands on the wheel. I don't want to die," said Bernard.
"He does this a lot, it's okay. Besides, I'm pretty sure he doesn't want me to die," I said. Before anyone worries, Ivan is a very cautious driver and he does put both hands on the wheel when he needs to. I feel much safer being a passenger in his car than I do being a driver in my own.
"Don't worry," said Ivan. "You're in good... hand."
It was seriously the worst pun I've ever heard. It wasn't so much the sheer blaaarghness of the pun, it was the way he said it. The significant pause before he said "hand". It was as if he ran the line through his head, realised what he could SAY and had a little inner laugh before he actually said it. I actually cringed, but all three of us ended up laughing quite a bit.
"It's funny! You're laughing!" Ivan said.
"We're laughing AT you," I said.
In other news, my birthday's next week! Bernard wanted me to post my wishlist but I can't be bothered to slog through Amazon to add things to it. If anyone wants to get me anything, just ask what I want. Or ask Bernard or Fariah, I'm pretty sure they'd know what I want (I spend an inordinate amount of time with those two - I spend more time with them than I do with Ivan).
Football season is back, yay! I have been using Facebook. I hate that thing, it eats your life.
Damn the dark shadows.
I bought Angie Sage's Flyte and Physik but I'm re-reading Magyk because I can't remember what happened. Oh, brain. Like a sieve.
On Sunday the parents came back from KL and when I opened the door for them, my dad called out in the kind of voice he uses for babies, "Where is she? Where is the little one? Where is she? We have food for the little one!"
I didn't even get a hello. My mother called out "Hi" cheerfully from the car and I thought it was for me but noooo, it was for Yodie. WTF. They got her KFC and I got zilch (they would get ANYTHING if I just said, "It's for Yodie"). My dad barged through the door in that typical, robust, "glad to be home" dad way, and I was helping Mum with her stuff but had to drop EVERYTHING because Yodie was following my dad around meowing pitifully and asking for food, and the food was in one of the bags I was holding. I think the parents actually told the KFC people which pieces of chicken they wanted as well, because they were both HUGE FLESHY BITS.
As I was waiting for Ivan to pick me up I talked to Mum and asked her how the shopping went. We could hear my dad in the kitchen feeding Yodie, going, "Are you hungry? Is my little darling hungry? You are hungry! You must eat lots so you will be sihat."
My dad is in a management position and has lots of people working under him, but the second the cat meows or flops over at his feet he drops everything to bow to her divine whims.
My family's screwed up. I love my family :)
I HAVE INTERNET AGAIN. The router has decided to bless me with its divine presence, incidentally the second after I dumped my Physics books next to it. Those books are magical. They are also heavy and can be used as weapons.
So, since I have internet again... I made icons! I wanted to go crazy with the Bucky icon-making, but I only made two so far - one's just a speech bubble crop, and the other's a crop of a panel where he's pointing a gun at someone and it's from that someone's point of view and he has a very Greebo-like look on his face. AND HIS HAIR IS STILL DORKY SQUEEEE!
That second icon was so incredibly hot I had to turn Photoshop off to stop myself squeeing every ten seconds. I will go back to it later to make an icon that says, "Hello. My name is Bucky Barnes. You killed my boyfriend. Prepare to die."
YES I KNOW HE'S UNATTAINABLE BEING NOT REAL AND FLACK ALSO IS THE SAME. SAD.
Bernard asked me whether - when I imagine Bucky (you... don't want to know what I imagine Bucky doing, as it involves guns and girly games on a PS2) - I think of him as a real person. I don't. I imagine myself as a comic book character.
I don't know whether that made him worry any less.
He asked whether I was a superhero.
"Nope, just a girl with a DDR mat," I said. He looked somewhat relieved, I have to say. Then I said, "But that's a GOOD IDEA."
He suggested Spring Soldier and I changed it to SPRING THING (actually pronounced "SPRANG THANG", with the most rednecky twang ever), and my superpower is producing random bunches of flowers as a distraction. And I have an afro and dress all flower-childish. Fringes and peace medallions and tie-dye flares, yo.
Last night we went out and had coffee (except Bernard who drank something that was VERY VERY PINK) and talked about sex, whaling and moles.
I think I'd better stop before I embarrass myself further. Doo dee doo bye.
And I don't mean "shit" as in "yo, dude, that was totally the shit". I mean "shit" as in "could have found better stuff on FF.net".
I tried hard to like it, I really did, but it was just so draggy and it seemed like she wanted to kill people just for the sake of shocking people and making up the OHNOEZ!IZDED numbers. And near the end, God, the way the random names popped up... it was as if she had a list and was crossing people off, like, "Oh! I haven't put so-and-so in! The fans will wonder!"
Here's how I would have liked it to end, behind a cut in case people think that something that DIDN'T happen could be a spoiler based on deductions, or whatever.
( My HP7 ending )
After I slogged through the book I had to cheer myself up with reading all my Captain America comics with Bucky in them and playing Football Manager Handheld on a borrowed PSP. It was very amusing, I built three manager profiles: Uri Prique who manages Chelski (of course), Dick Teese who manages Aston Villa and James Barnes (AHAHAHA) who manages Newcastle United.
END RANT.
Both Dulcy and Nick don't know what Bucky looks like. This needs to be rectified because NO ONE should NOT KNOW what TRUE HOTNESS is, but not just yet as I have to run out to get correction fluid pens and then finish my Physics homework. Can anyone believe I'm actually finding it fun? Because it is! The euphoria of getting the answers right, OMG.
The brother is back for a long weekend. The cat will undoubtedly shovel on the cute.
Note to self: must make more icons.
It is Bernard's birthday today so HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BERD. I am now on Facebook thanks to Berd.
I would have loved to use a Winter Soldier/Bucky icon for this post, because Berd is as awesome as Bucky, but I can't be bothered to transfer the icons from the other computer to this one and upload them and label them etc. Also I am supposed to go out with my mother in about two minutes.
I am running low on credit (as always) so a note for Fariah and Gette: my mother agreed to the tailoring bersama-sama. We can go shopping for kain!
Last thing - just when I thought Tony Stark couldn't piss me off any more than he already has, he totally proves me wrong. Man, what a bastard. Someone give him booze so he turns back into the lovely flirty-flirty prat Tony.
Maybe that's how Bucky should try to kill him. With a bottle of vodka. A really crap brand of vodka. I'm pretty sure Bucky knows all about vodka.
Vodkaaaaa.
I had lunch with Zack and Nick yesterday. I am very impressed with them - they bought clothes for their girlfriends. GOOD ON YOU, BOYS. That is the way to a girl's heart. It's good to know that not all my guy friends are hopeless with women (hint, hint).
Somewhere between talk of watermelon smoothie orgasms and big hoo-hoos, we filled up our geekery quota with some of this:
"You know Bucky..." I said to Zack.
"Winter Soldier, yes," he said.
"He's so hot!" I squee'd.
"He's emo," he said.
See, I think that defines Bucky. Damn, I hate that name. No one in their right mind would want to be called Bucky once they're in their twenties. If I was Bucky and people kept calling me Bucky, I'd cough politely and say, "I go by James now, actually."
Though Bucky - being emo - wouldn't just cough politely. He'd probably deck people in the face, get into a huge brawl with either a jerkwad pub crowd or the hordes of HYDRA and yell, "IT'S JAMES NOW, BITCHES!"
Except he can't use the word "bitches" because of the Comics Code.
( Cut! In which I marvel (haha, pun) at the manliness of Wolverine and have a crush on Bucky Barnes )
But how I love you, all the same.
The Chels wasn't exactly awe-inspiring this week, but the whole "two mirrors, ten showers" thing was hilarious. And then they actually showed the Away Team dressing rooms! The tiles in the showers are the same colour as the tiles in my bathroom! Unfortunately this isn't such a great thing because it's a very dingy colour.
The Bad: Aaargh, why why why did I ever start getting menstrual cramps? Seriously, I think it would be a lot more efficient if women were made (by God or evolution, I'm not picky) to start menstruating only when they're ready to have children. And by ready I mean physically and mentally and emotionally and financially and EVERYTHING.
Being the wimp that I am (yay, wimpiness!), I took painkillers. They're wearing off, though, so I'm wondering whether I should just play Neverwinter Nights 2 to distract myself from the general feelings of bleh and aaargh, or whether I should just go back to bed and fall asleep now. If I pick the latter I'll be grumpy when the cramps wake me up, but that would be the best state of mind to be in when killing things that are trying to kill you, I think.
Decisions, decisions.
Worth Mentioning (Well, Sort Of): Portsmouth. 'Nuff said.
To Come: Oh, bloody hell (pun unintended), I have two very overdue memes that need doing. I promise I will do them as soon as my mood improves to the point where I don't feel like screaming when the beloved so-called broadband connection inevitably fails halfway through a music upload.
Anyway, 300.
Oho. I am waiting for the explosion of slash, because seriously? This movie was made for slash. Hot Spartans killing things in a manly manner with cheesy war banter! More please!
I'm a bit miffed that they didn't put in the push-ups and the Stumblios incident. But hey, I was placated by the pretty and the bling and the bare-chested manliness.
( Blah blah spoilers, but really I'm just loving the manliness )
When the Immortals came on there was that narration about them being the best fighters in Asia or something.
Not true. Ninjas can totally kick Immortal ass. They don't have World Immortal Day, do they?
PS: When I told Fariah that I thought Stelios looked like the lovechild of Colin Farrell and Jared Leto, she said, "Yes, from Alexander!" I pray to the God(dess) of Slashers that someone writes a horrible and camp crossover.
One night at GK, me and Zack were having a good-natured argument about which one of us was more religious. It was sparked by Zack musing that he could use his two-hour Friday lunch break to go home to play computer games (he just unearthed a graphic card in his room). I tutted and said he should be ashamed of himself, because the reason he has a two-hour lunch break on Friday is because he's supposed to be at Friday prayers.
"As if you go for prayers!" he said.
"I don't need to. I'm female," I replied.
"When was the last time you prayed?"
"When I was... oh, a couple of years ago, actually."
"Willingly?"
"Okay, when I was 8 or 9. I didn't keep up with it because I wanted to watch Mind Your Language, and then X-Files and stuff. BUT! I have a Quran on my computer table!"
"How dusty is it?" someone asked, either Zack or Iain.
"Not very, actually! Computer table, what. My computer doesn't collect dust, so the Quran doesn't."
Zack then said, "I've got the Al-Fatihah on my phone."
( explanation on the Al-Fatihah )
Anyway, when Zack said that, I thought he meant he had a picture of it, like the one here.
It was actually a sound file.
He bluetooth'd it to me because I was considering using it as a ringtone. Yeah, yeah, I'll burn in Hell, heard it all before.
"You want to know what I actually use it for?" Zack asked.
"What?" we asked.
"If I'm out late at night and I'm walking down dark, scary roads... I play the file to ward off hantu."
Hantu = ghosts.
Seriously, only Zack would think of using a sound file of the Al-Fatihah for that particular purpose.
And I decided against using it as a ringtone, so my ringtone is still the opening theme from Telebugs.
PS: I have three Qurans in my room, I don't know why. And I really need to make a Boulahrouz icon to use when I am talking about religion (what else would I use a Boulahrouz icon for, really?).
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