My father, Kitty Whisperer.

Blangkoo :

Meowwww... Marrrr mawwww...

Fatherling:

What?? What do you want???

Blangkoo:

Mawww...

Fatherling:

What????? Kenapa bising-bising ni??

Blangkoo:

Maoooo....

Fatherling:

Kenapa basah ni??

Blangkoo:

Meaaa...

Fatherling:

Kenapa main hujan?

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So yes. We talks to animals.

This bender is blamed on Wilson because he loves Rihanna and that song she did with T.I. and I dislike her intensely. Also, push comes to shove I would really prefer listening to Haiducci's original one... So I'm gonna be like The Bloodhound Gang and butcher the song. I need a drummer.

Dragonstae din gay?

Mai a heee

Mai a hoo

Mai a haaa

Mai a haahaa!!

Alo, salut, denial, d'oh high nuff,

Shut the trap, you'll be a man.

Remember, I will cheer ya.

Alo, aaalo, she yelled on picasso-o 

sound the beep

She's a boy 

Thats just steamed mush, Jeremy.

Praise the black god

numma numma yay

numma numma yay

numma numma numma yay

Pete batowski ravish stunning dates.

That was the best of the daaay.

The soup, said spoon

Just see, agong

She took back, you'll be a man

and preface them, better chair lah

alo, aaalo, she yelled on picasso-o

sound that beep, she's avoiding

The steam of sharing me

Fraze da bletch da 

numma numma yay

numma numma yay

numma numma numma gay

Pete batowski ravish stunning dates.

That was the best of the daaay.

Fraze da bletch da 

numma numma yay

numma numma yay

numma numma numma gay

Pete batowski ravish stunning dates.

That was the best of the daaay.

___________

That was fun... could you tell I had fun?

Butchering does not have to make sense, okay?

Jeez... keep ya pants on and gimme a break, asshole.

Another granduncle has passed away.

Condolences to the immediate family,

The ocean of crying faces.

Tok,

You will be missed.

On a funkier note: Dr. McNinja is WIN!

I shall make brownies tomorrow and eat them after I complete my section drawings.

Yes, I shall.

I'm going through music in my moozakk folder... It's fun, yo!

Esok gotta do drafting and then a shitload of stuff to do for Presentation Drawing 1.

Presentation Drawing to finish before next Tuesday and trust me, one week ain't a lot o'tahm.

(note: I accidentally chucked this one into ProjectAries... hahahaha, FAIL.)

Skirt memo'd me saying she's making an awesome mix-tape for her and she wants me to give her a song to remember me with everytime she listened to it so me being me I compiled a list of songs with the criterias below:

1. happy and bouncy
2. I must suka sangat sangat the song
3. it must be good for car rides -- cos you know how some songs are not good for the car rides...

So here are the songs I picked out and had to weed through:

1. Wheezer - Island In The Sun
2. The Who - Boris The Spider (Too strange to talk about spiders)
3. Free - It's Alright
4. Sir Mixalot - Baby Got Back (Hahahaha... tidaaaaaaak!)
5. Queen - Don't Stop Me Now
6. David Bowie - Queen Bitch (Is cool, yo... but tragic...)
7. Cake - Short Skirt, Long Jacket (Kind of slow, kind of...)
8. Joan Jett - Let's Do It (Not in the car... hahahahaha)

That leaves three.

I'll get Skirt to pick.

It's apparent I love my old music? Hells yeaaaa

Zurs posted one of her favourite poems and I just happened to make it into layman terms:

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JABBERWOCKY.

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves

Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;

All mimsy were the borogoves,

And the mome raths outgrabe.

`Beware the Jabberwock, my son!

The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!

Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun

The frumious Bandersnatch!'

He took his vorpal sword in hand:

Long time the manxome foe he sought --

So rested he by the Tumtum tree,

And stood awhile in thought.

And as in uffish thought he stood,

The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,

Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,

And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through

The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!

He left it dead, and with its head

He went galumphing back.

`And has thou slain the Jabberwock?

Come to my arms, my beamish boy!

O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!

He chortled in his joy.

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves

Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;

All mimsy were the borogoves,

And the mome raths outgrabe

___________________________

This poem... mesti in scottish or something... is confusing as:
Id be mair vauntie o my hap,
Douce hingin owre my curple,
Than ony ermine ever lap,
Or proud imperial purple.

So... I dissect poetry clinically now (even if im not very good at it):

Verse 1 and 7:
poet had a cold and decided to transcript everything according to what it sounded like. I think what poet wanted to say was "Here's a filler, cos i really can't think of anything else. But I'm thinking of a foresty place with lots of animaly things sleeping in their animaly houses and stuff... Cake anyone?"

Verse 2:
Poet says "There are 3 things in the foresty place you must beware. Anything with teeth, claws and... women..."

Verse 3:
Poet spun "Then one day this dude up and decides to go kill the foresty evils and get fame and fortune and girls so he goes to the foresty place and looks for the thing with teeth and nails. But he couldn't find any and then sat down to lepak under a tree. and she he thought."

Verse 4:
Poet muttered incoherently "Then dude hears something vile and quickly went to arms when immidiately came threw the thing with teeth and nails. It was clearly rather pissed off. It also looked like a dragon. It was also loudly going 'BLARGHLARGHLARGHLARGH' like that was going to make the dude piss his pants"

Verse 5:
Poet decided "Dude shall pick up his pointy things and hack and slash til thing with teeth and nails dies. And die it did. Dude picked up the head as a sort of trophy (you know how people like to mount the heads of the beasties they slay) and went home triumphant"

Verse 6:
Poet ended "Yay... yay... you killed it. Now the vegetarian forest animal will overrun the forest and we'll have racoons in our rubbishbins in no time. But you killed it... yay... yay,"

I say:
There would be a few things poet would be trying to say and they are...
-poet is high and coming up with silly words like those of DR. Suess is sooooooo easy
-It's about a knight and a dragon-pest-thing
-poet had a stuffy shoddy nose.
-you could have a lot of fun trying to figure the poem out and according to wiki and Mr. Carroll, this is NOT how you write a poem. No making shit up

-end

So you could tell I had a bit of fun there. If I were having more fun I'd turn it into actual coherent poetry verses. I think I'll save that for later.

This post is actually a rant about my genetic imperative.

Well, okay, not a rant per say but a huuuuuuuuuuge melodramatic brainfart.

'brainfart' being the operative word.

It seems that everywhere I have my darty eyes look or poke my ears at I see or hear breeding.

Yes, breeding. You heard me!

No, not the 'Unh-unh-oh-unhhhhhh,' you dirty little bastards!

The comics I read show a large amount of (and failure in) pairing/coupling and half of the people I know (even the deviants -- I say this in the most liberal and loving manner) are already attached (less than more respectfully) and about a portion of those want to gauge their eyes out. Out of that portion, about a tenth still want to have the other's babies. Out of the half mentioned earlier, about 5 percent are already married. Oh my Spaghetti.

I. Don't. Get. It.

- Captain Obvious.

The world's being rather uncooperative on that front.

Here I am trying to be completely wholesome being alone and lo, the lovely planet throws me a poon and a period cycle. For the record, the menstrual cycle is a sin to goodwill and adoration towards the human race. If women ruled the world, we'd have to sacrifice a small country every month unless we get into a bitch-fight with someone else.

But back to the matter at hand. This thing that people do. It's merely to propogate the species is it not?

Have more babies, feul the market for the next generation.

Breeding more consumerists since BC

Bring more people into overly indecent excuses for religion -- gonna get some lip for this line, I'm sure.

Is that the whole point of courtship? Are you all, yes just ALL OF YOU and not me, bearing the cross of illusions towards the flighty feeling you all, yes, you again, call love?

Love doesn't exist, okay? As much as you or the next person would fight for it: It. Doesn't. Freaking. EXIST. Then you ask why I'm so adherent to fighting about something that I claim to not exist? Because you guys think it does. I am here for the rebuttal.

And then to that soulmate crap? Who the hell came up with that lump of bull? I'm not trying to insult Audumla or any other heiferesque deity by the way, it just seems that a hopeless romantic just took over conscious thought and tried to make it into happy, fuzzy boo-boo land. If there were such things as soulmates, there wouldn't be huge bouts of "loooooooonelyyyyyyyyy, so very looooooooneeeeeeeeeeeelyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy," everywhere so often. People. Get a hold of yourselves.

I don't feel bad for people who cry over their alleged broken hearts. Things go sour, we move on. That's how things work in this crazy little planet we call Earth. Don't linger like that Bradshaw woman, instead, move on like Samantha (the women from Sex and the City).

I don't wish to reproduce either but the errant thought does cross my mind:

If I had children

what were their names, (Loki, Kali, Hades and Osiris)

Who would be godparents, (Mo and Cynnamartyr! definitely!!!)

Who likes to play games?

If I had children

would I be good

Would I treat them right?

And not staple them to wood?

If I had children,

I highly doubt it.

Seeing as I feel like wringing

the necks of every one of those noisy, belligerent tits.

So I have no mothering instincts. I assume that at a given age and with sufficient funds, I shall get my tubes tied as a safeguard. And there we go, the life I live is purely for me. Selfish I know but I do have parents I'd like to support when they get all fogey-fart on me and we all know children take a hefty sum off your paycheck. Woe when that day comes. Woe...

So I'm browsing the internet for recipes again and on my food-do list are:

• Secret Scrummy Choc Fudge Brownies
• Spiced Chicken Tenders Sammiches in Special Herbed Mayo
• Garlic Franks <<>
• Delibooticious cupcakes ? ahahahah

I'm not posting paella pictures because I haven't made the perfect one yet. YET!

I have clicked that big snarky button that says 'new post' 5 times and 4 of which ended up being filled with nothing. Here's to a better 5th attempt.

It's already halfway through my second term in Raffles doing I.D. and I've narrowed down my choices in internships to Veritas. But that's another year to go before I'll allow myself that privilege.

*search for food*

Someone did mention on passing

"Let them eat cake,"

So I will eat cake.

I kind of want the year to go by faster. 

'09 just doesn't sound like the year I immerse myself in.

Just working on grades now.

"I never want to join the rat race to get rich. It's only to fund my interests!"

-- aaaaand trust me. The interests I have... are expensive.

Comics and cartoons give rise to random conversations.

But I expect this one had been on the talk list since She-ra came out.

Z:

haha

i never understood why he-man and she-ra lain

i mean, the name part

she-woman la spttnya kan?

Me:

cos he-man is so manly and she-ra... 

they never did want to make it she-woman... 

panjang sangat

skeletor letih nak jerit nama macam tu kot

SHEEE-RAAA!!!

as opposed to

SHEEE-WOH-MANNNNNNNNN!!!

Z:

hahahahaa

yeah

and id hate it more if she's called she-girl

sooo yeah

haha

Me:

she-girl tak boleh cos she's supposed to be like the biggest powerbitch ever

She-Bitch would so not be put on tv...

he man: IIIIIII HAVE THE POWAHHHH!!

She-ra: well, you also have the dishes...

he man: b-but, honey... skeletor!!

She-ra: GET!

Skeletor: Whiiipped!

Oh, and Z passed me THIS. It's romance novel covers: Rewritten.

Gila WIN!

Side note: I want a QWERTY slider phone. D:

went kroaking. Was okay. The room was well insulated from noise escaping. No shame at all!

Buuuuuut. It was in lala-land.

Honestly.

Oh and Liza, and most of my girls, are my Muse(s).

She, Liza, gave me such inspiration for the eventual Restaurant.

Behold the eventual restauranteur.

Me!

:D

When in Rome... I know how that ends but is it a must?

Anyway, I got some of my good friends to take a test to determine their Enneagram personality type and here's the rundown. Names are omitted to protect the (not so) innocent.

:D

As you all know, or may not know, I am an 8.

I have no known friends who are 1's

I have two friends who are 2's, one of which may be a 7

I have one friend who is a 3 but may be a 5 (probably more 5)

I have four friends who are 4's, one of whom I adore to bits

I have four friends who are 5's, one of them might be more of a 3 (though I doubt it) and I am close with a few of these people

I have two friends who are 6's, one of which is an ex

I have seven friends who are 7's, one who was tossed between a 2 and another I'm related with. Most of them I'm very close with.

I have no known friends who share my 8-ness and that's pretty sad

I have four friends who are 9's of whom is my pet brother

hahahaha... No 1's. Guess I'm too much for 1's, hey?

Obviously I have plenty more friends but these are the ones that took the test willingly and I'm elated that they did.

The best laid plans of Sha oft goes awry.

Tch. If my mom didn't want me to make the paella she didn't have to go and wait until the day to tell me I have to call some guy to deliver it. Jesus & Mo couldn't she be anymore annoying...

arghargharghargharhg...

http://totallylookslike.com/

yep... Totally looks like it.

Malaysian Government is another way to spell FAIL!

I have my reasons for saying that so it's not a biased opinion.

Okay, I need to buy batteries and I'm pissed off for no apparent reason.

Chubby:

Yanno, REAL WOMEN have curves.

Skinny:

What do you call me then?

Chubby:

Generic.

And that concludes today.