This update is supposed to be for all those delicious junkcrap I, and many other Malaysians growing up in the 90's, used to devour.

I don't have the pictures of the delectable OMNOMS and as soon as I get them, I shall post. Until then... I'll be dreaming of choki-choki, asam disks, nano-nano, apollo wafers, etcetera.

I hope they still sell it because 'm going to buy some, take a few picture, blog about it... and hastily make the OMNOMNOMNOM commence.

Them oompaloompas be skarreh...

Random Sha facts day!

- I need a new printer because my current one prints oompa-loompas.

- Am involved in authory things and they are All's Fair, Obsidion, Sk8!, You, and 3 blogs.

- Can be very easily amused, that's usually when I make up random words under the guise of poetic licence and literary geniusness.

- Would like to meet others who share my musical taste but when I do, it's always a power struggle of who knows more bands...

- Don't find people who don't read, or "hate" books, amusing.

That would be all for today.

Random Things I love:

#3: Procrastinating. There aren't enough words to expand on this. I wish I had a bigger vocabulary.

Zurs chucked me this...

And I'm bored so I'll do it.

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Objective: Are you mean and sarcastic? Have you ever answered people ‘meanly’ and sarcastically? If yes, show us how mean and sarcastic you are! If no, then you should try at least once in your life with this note.

Rule: Respond to these as sarcastic/mean as you could.

(YR stands for Your Response.)

If an annoying person says:

1) I am cute

YR: Are we practicing your shrink's self appraisal things again?

2) I am the most beautiful/handsome person

YR: That's what quasimodo said... :|

3) See, everyone likes me because I am rich and famous!

YR: Yes, that's exactly it. Now hand me a tenner and stand over there where people can see that I'm with you. "OMG! *name of person* IS SPEAKING TO ME!! SQUEEEEEEE"

4) Unlike you, I am perfectly multi-skilled. I do everything very well from sports to academic thingy…

YR: Unlike you, i've had sex.

5) You don’t know me? I am Bruneian artist; I have albums.

YR: Oh? I don't like Bruneian artists that have albums.

If an annoying pretty woman/handsome man says:

1) Look, I don't think this is working out

YR: No, because it this was working out i'd be lifting weights.

2) What are you looking at? I am not interested in you!

YR: S-sorry? You have a huge zit that's threatening to eat my soul.

3) Sorry, you are nice but seriously not my type!

YR: Oh, crap. I was hoping to pass off as a serial killer. *sighhh*

4) UNLESS you are rich, then don’t dream that I will get a ride with you!

YR: Umm... I asked cos you looked like shit and needed to get home ASAP. Chin up! Thing's get better. :)))))))))

5) Look, I am pretty/handsome; I can make people hate you!

YR: I think it's just cos you're just so glimmering with self loathing! :)))))))

If an annoying extremely ugly woman/man says:

1) I think you and I can make a good couple.

YR: I think you and I need to stay in alphabetical order.

2) May I have your cell phone number? Please please please?

YR: 9-1-1, ask them for The Extreme Makeover Division.

3) Hi, wanna hang out? I want you to be with me the whole night…

YR: Im sorry... I don't hang very well.

4) What do you like about me?

YR: I don't know you, and that, I think, is your best feature.

5) I want you to say that I am pretty/handsome and you like me sooooo much!

YR: You're pretty/handsome and you like you sooooooo much.

If your enemy says:

1) Hi bitch!

YR: Yo-ho-ho.

2) You smell like shit!

YR: and you smell like roses.

3) I know you hate me because I am much better than you!

YR: Did you have to practice that? You were sorta lagging at the h-h-h-a-a-a-t-e-e-e-m-m-m-e-e-e-e bit.

4) What an ugly creature you are!

YR: whoa... you should really stop saying that to your compact.

5) I am going to kick your ass in this race for sure!

YR: You'd get confused and kick your own face. o_O

If your annoying ex says:

1) I still love you...

YR: 42

2) I know you still love me!

YR: Would you like fries with that?

3) Please, go back with me honey/hubby…

YR: Spekinze deutch?

4) Please call me...

YR: Call you what?

5) The break up hurt me so much…

YR: Oh, wow. You're a massochist now?

If an annoying salesperson says:

1) Wow! You are so pretty/handsome!

YR: And you've got really bad acne.

2) Seriously, I used this product and I've Changed!

YR: For the worst, I see...

3) We are giving a discount up to 50%!

YR: Your product is THAT bad?

4) This one is good sir/madam. Buy sir/madam, buy…

YR: Madam? You been to one of my hookers?

5) That product is not good; it makes you gain weight...

YR: I see you've tried it...

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Okay no I'm not that witty. hahahhaaha... fark orff...

Meh...

The social calendar was supposed to shut already.

damn you ridiculously large social circle. daaaaamn youuuuuu....

I one day will make a silly little venn diagram for the social circles...

Because I am THAT BORED.

Yes, I be sedey.

(@ Blackrope.blogspot)

I need an idea bouncing session. BADLY.

On a muuuuuch happier note...

I met up with Sel and Ninatoods!

We sang the messed up version of the Sri Cempaka song proudly... hahaha...

Most troublesome batch indeed.

(@ Blackrope.blogspot)

Actually, I started writing this at 1:35AM then I went to sleep and woke up at 11:30AM. It is now 12:02PM...

Life gave me lemons, I hope the lemonade I made tastes good.

I want:

- A super powerful desktop or a MAC running on parallels because Autocad 3d is running terribly slow on my laptop. I'm bashing my head on the keypad... In my mind.

- A treadmill... because I don't like how my tush aches after going on the exercise bike. DEATH TO IT! No, really, I hope the damn thing breaks so the parental units would be forced to buy a treadmill.

I have to finish up 4 draft plates TODAY so I best get a move on. I have to make 10 pieces of random house decoratie things and plot it for Friday's class. At least I've done my furnitures and some 'rmat'ing. Also wik, I was gonna give yo ua snapshot but autocad was pissing me off so no snapshot for you. pah!

Update:

Well, g'damnit. I left me trousersT-square and bazooka in Wil's car. That means I shall go to class without 4 plates and it would be mortifying.

RANDOM PIC 'O' TH'DAY

see more Lolcats and funny pictures

Leeturt and Momcat, Momocat missing.

Perpetually bored?

WORTH A LOOK

A tribute full of shorts.

I'm doing autocad now because I cannot be bothered to spend my Saturday in the library doing construction studies draftwork. Also, I haven't yet showered and tonight, after bukapo'sa I have to mosey on to Kajang for Nanur's birthday makan thing.

Autocad is being tardy. I want a desktop... A super powerful desktop.

I'm hungry.

Because I have decided to put a delightful stuffed doll of the Pilsbury Dough Boy into my 3D house for my 3D CAD class for my imaginary 3D people to poke repeatedly, I had to find pictures. Which had me stumbling along the paragraphs below.

I shall continue talking after you read it...

Enjoy.

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Please join me in remembering a great icon of the entertainment community. The Pillsbury Doughboy died yesterday of a yeast infection and trauma complications from repeated pokes in the belly. He was 71.

Doughboy was buried in a lightly greased coffin. Dozens of celebrities turned out to pay their respects, including Mrs. Butterworth, Hungry Jack, the California Raisins, Betty Crocker, the Hostess Twinkies, and Captain Crunch. The grave site was piled high with flours.

Aunt Jemima delivered the eulogy and lovingly described Doughboy as a man who never knew how much he was kneaded. Doughboy rose quickly in show business, but his later life was filled with turnovers. He was not considered a very smart cookie, wasting much of his dough on half-baked schemes. Despite being a little flaky at times he still was a crusty old man and was considered a positive roll model for millions.

Doughboy is survived by his wife Play Dough, two children, John Dough and Jane Dough, plus they had one in the oven. He is also survived by his elderly father, Pop Tart. The funeral was held at 3:50 for about 20 minutes.

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Did you laugh?

I chuckled, deep inside.

Met up with Jeevs for a coffee and ended up talking for 5 hours.

Tis a good catch up.

Also wik, my social calendar is closed for term finals.

I will only entertain you if I adore you enough.

Chances are, I do.

PHWOAAAAARRRRRRRR...

(@ Blackrope.blogspot)

I want to earn monies so I can buy stuff I want.

That whole sentence is ribbed with Fe-ies

(eheh... chemistry reference, I'm so easily amused)

Get jahbs, have monies, have monies no time.

Ah, life. You suck.

Was nice seeing mark after soooooooooooooo looooooooooooong.

And Rolly too.

Promised to keep in better touch with Rolly, figuratively.

Crick in my neck still there from 2 nights ago.

4.1 is being okay so far.

Time to brainstorm for Jason's finals.

Two of them.

Retaking PD2, will have to speak with Bala le doucheballsacks extraordinaire, yes that's his full name, and Joseph.

I want too many things.

Hello, sunshine! Go, GO, GO!

Add-on-dem:

I have me a new room project :D

Posterised ridiculously large map of the world (width of between 1.5M to 2M for maximum %^&*()^& !!!) sammiched between two pieces of perspex so that I can mark the places I have gone to.

First, I have to find a big honking piece of map.

-_______-;;

In that respect, Malaysia sucks.

I be bored.

(@ Blackrope.blogspot)

Tonight's after dinner conversation was brought to you by the word ''Physics".

It started with making fun of your brother and ended with talking physics. Some of which are wrong.

It started with...

Oh, Just now I was RSGC and it was raining and I saw 4 consecutive lightning bolts hitting very close by, scary man....

- Ariff

Just once I would like to see lightning strike the lake... You would see the fish all float up to the surface... DEAD!

- Me

Water is a bad conductor of electricity - Ilyas

No, it's not

- Naf

Your body is full of it

- Me

Pure water doesn't conduct electricity

- Ilyas

Yeah? I highly doubt that the lake has PURE water yanno?

- Me

The chances of getting killed by lightning is lower than being killed by a meteor

- Ilyas

CHANCES? Of getting KILLED? YOU GET ROASTED!

- Naf

I HEARD IT ON MADLABS!

- Ilyas

MadLabs is WRONG...

- Me

The sentence is wrong

- Naf

The Chances of getting Ilyas killed by stabbing him in the head is lower than something something... - Me

You can't stab me in the head... -_-;;

- Ilyas

She's trying to make a point.

- Naf

The chances of Ilyas getting stabbed in the head is lower than being hit by a meteor...

- Me

*Segway to coin falling from sky killing someone INSTANTLY*

The coin falling from the sky gets heavier because of MOMENTUM

- Me

That's not momentum! It's VELOCITY

- Naf

*me arguing on the fact that it's momentum and losing* DONT ARGUE PHYSICS WITH ME!

- Naf

Don't eat apples on a Tuesday

- Me

Don't sit under an apple tree on a windy day... *thock*

- Ariff

I swear our dinners are drugged but the drugs evidently dont work on my parents.

Also wik, I'm still pretty sure MOMENTUM is right with the coin thing.

(@ Blackrope.blogspot)

Hello OrangDiLangit,

You remember me? You have to. Well, I see you shrugging your shoulders nonchalantly. What do you mean what's up? You know well enough that the shit is up, not all but some.

You did once say "When shit doth hit thy proverbial fan, thou shalt grin and bear,"... Okay, maybe you didn't say that but someone sure did and I'm not buying it. Surely there has to be a way to get the shit NOT to hit the fan. Is this divine retribution of some sort? Are you messing with us, dearest OrangDiLangit?

We, I, marvel at the curiosities of your you-given world. The hustle and bustle of what life has become. Surely you had intended us to chill out and enjoy the fruits of your labour. Live, laugh and love? Surely living is about experiencing the world around, laughing over and and loving all? Screw love, I'll stick to living and laughing.

I guess thats all I have to say for now, dearest OrangDiLangit. Until then, I hope you well.

Warmest regards,

P/S Fasting month is coming up, by some stroke of undeniable awesome can I have a 100% increase in my metabolism rate, please? That or get mothercreature to decide to buy a treadmill. A good one and not one of those random shit she ends up buying because its 'cheaper'.

Sk8! Update (@ Blackrope.blogspot)

Oh, remember I was doing a comic with Yuli as my Illustrator called Sk8?

Well,

1. College is taking away my writing time so it's now put on haitus.

2. The prologue/sample/test book is done though.

Enjoy these 11 pages and tell me what you think with respect to art and writing style.

DO YOUR WORST!

Thanks a bunch.

Obviously we still suck. Well, my writing does anyway. hehehehee...

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*(click on the picture to see it full page)

**(Top to bottom)

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Written by Sha Roose

Illustrated by Yuli Yap

Notes:

Can someone give me the lowdown on the downlow for X-Games 101. I seem to have lost touch with that area of life. Anyone?

(@ Blackrope.blogspot)

G'marnen chillunz and a'dolts,

I should be asleep. But as social meanderings go, I fall onto the intertoobz for entertainment after a bout of sheysha with the JAD.

I went for Kaki Blue on Thursday. It's good! Props to the cast and crew who were absolutely stunning :D

Espesh Tati!!!

KLPac = bumping into Alfred and Jean whom NEGLECTED to tell me that they're involved in shorts running parallel to Kaki Blue called Short and Sweet.

KLPac = Meeting the awesome Joe Hasham a.k.a THE VOICE... He was rather amused with my googley-eyed moment...

"OMG, YOU'RE THE VOICE!!!" said I.

He laughed, "The voice?"

"Yes! You're THE VOICE on the radio! on the telly! Like Yasmin Yusof!" I quipped.

He laughed again, "Thank you! I love your necklace!" he said before giving me a friendly smile.

Tati, saya nak gambars TQ, Always me who goes for these stuff and forgets the camera. Gila WIN. It happened for Pluck! as well... :|

KLPac = well spent thirty bucks.

KLPac = my father going So, you're hanging out with the theatre crowd now eh? That's good..." and me going "Eh? Nolah... I've known them for aaaaagesssssss..."

KLPac + Kyn = meeting with fellow metulheads, Sheila, awesome plus 3, and BF who looks like Hakim and waxes poetic about Jobots (vintage minis) and the Hippy Mobile (VW van).

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Segway to Frequently Asked Questions...

(1)

Random person:

Why are YOU in a wheelchair?

Me:

Because I can...

Nolah, SMA 3

Random person:

Suuuuuuuuuuucks...

(2)

Random person:

Where's your scooter??!!?!

Me:

*utter silence*

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I have to minimise all social meanderings until term ends.

I plan to whack a mole with a mallet of super fried noodles. That doesn't make sense at all!

But I want kickass grades this term. arghghghghg...

Fuck you PD2. Sonoffabitch.

Shrav's coming back. Yay, yay!

MTV world stage is utter bullsacks.

Hoping that the stem cell treatment works out. I want to be able to run, smack a hat off a random person and run away giggling in hysterics.

I need to rehydrate.

I need to go eat dimsum before puasa starts.

And I want to sleep now. Gutten Nuit Semua.

(@ Blackrope.blogspot)

I stole this off Na who stole it off her friend.

Its funny and some are true... please add anything you find missing... or if you find is completely wrong. Men, do your thang.

Im colouring the bits I agree on.

Unwritten Man Laws

This is a list of rules that all men should should strive to abide by. They are usually unwritten, unspoken of “Man-Rules”, however, due to the increasing about of dipshits who forget them, we have compiled them into one handy list. Consider this your bible; the bread and butter of being a man. Consider these rules for life. Rules for men.

Man Rules
1. Never walk in front of the TV screen.

2. Never call another man just to ‘talk’.

3. Never wax your chest, unless you’re The Rock.

4. There is no such thing as soccer. It’s called football you dumb fuck.

5. Real men eat meat. It is scientifically proven that everyone who is a vegetarian has a vagina.

6. Never expect a man to remember your birthday, or in fact, any occasion. Presents are strictly optional, and never an obligation. Whinging about this will result in a violent teabagging.

7. If your mobile phone rings, and you are in the middle of an activity with your buddies, you must obtain the approval of every man present before picking up your mobile.

8. A real man does not pause a game to reply to, or send, a text.

9. Bro’s before ho’s. Unless she’s really fine, like Megan Fox. In which case fuck your bro’s.

10. No man shall take the last slice or portion of a food item, without first obtaining the approval of every other man present. If two men come into conflict, they must resolve this with a fight.

11. A real man doesn’t need instruction manuals.

12. Lesbians are fucking manly. These bitches are so hardcore that they like bitches.

13. Beer.

14. Never go out with a brothers sister, unless you intend to marry her. And raise two beautiful children. And live in the countryside. And never make her cry. Staring is fine though.

15. A brother in need, is a brother indeed.

16. Never take a man’s food.

17. Always finish your plate. A man who does not finish his plate must have his balls confiscated. With a sledgehammer.

18. Never criticise a man’s porn collection. Unless it’s really fucked up, like fat chicks.

19. Boobs.

20. The old Xbox controller is fucking manly.

21. If you don’t know the difference between their and there, you have a vagina.

22. Jaw lines are fucking manly.

23. Real men must never watch womens football, unless the players are topless.

24. Real men don’t have fruit on their pizza.

25. Never complain about a fellow mans fart or burp. Instead, rate it out of ten.

26. When walking into a Mens Toilet, ensure that there is a one urinal gap on both sides of you. If this is not possible, wait.

27. There is no known instance where it is acceptable for a man to be situated on other mans lap.

28. Do not look over at another man’s urinal while he is urinating.

29. Don’t question the rules.

30. If requested, you should be able to cite at least 5 of these rules off by heart.

31. Never pop your collar.

32. A man must never physically hurt a woman or child.

33. Real men would rather have chapped lips than use lip balm.

34. Real men don’t know what conditioner is.

35. When speaking to another male through either IM/Text/Email; a man must never use an emoticon

36. Never should a man give a woman his credit card

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HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHAHAHA...

HHAHAHAHAH...

Must... get... Flying Circus... *drools*

I tell the mothercreature the truth to make her cringe.

I'm pretty sure of that.

Perhaps my goal in life is to piss her off as much as possible?

Gila WIN.

Serves her right for being such a pompous pissarse.

I'm pretty sure it's karma.

(@ Blackrope.blogspot)

Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnu pohst!"

Is what I say when there's no reason to post today.

Favourite easy to eat fruits:

1. Cherries, not maraschino... I hate those.

2. Champagne grapes... also cos they're cute!

Making a chise lounge... Spartan style...

mehhhhhhhhhhhhh...

Thanks Adam...

BUTTSRATCHAAA!

I've ganti'd all my puasa days. :D

Today is so trivial...

I just lost THE GAME...

... again.

(@ Blackrope.blogspot)

I'm gonna be watching Good Burger... because I'd prolly end up laughing at more stuff. And I grew up with Kenan and Kel... which is a million times better than whatever Nickalodeon has nowadays. Kids now don't have it as good.

Also, I don't like getting my ass kicked on scrabble.

LANGSUNG TAK SUKA!

I really couldn't help this one... read it and laugh a brick.

I know it's abit too early for Halloween buuuuuuut...

I will be dressing up like a Droog.

Droogs are all out for Ultra Violence.

Naturally, with all that is plastic with this country, only a handfull of people will know what a Droog is, the rest won't know a thing. To the ones that don't know jack shit, a Droog is from the book A Clockwork Orange by Anthony Burgess, which was turned into a brilliant movie adaptation by Stanley Kubric. I love Mr. Kubric.

Alex:

There was me, that is Alex, and my three droogs, that is Pete, Georgie, and Dim, and we sat in the Korova Milkbar trying to make up our rassoodocks what to do with the evening. The Korova milkbar sold milk-plus, milk plus vellocet or synthemesc or drencrom, which is what we were drinking. This would sharpen you up and make you ready for a bit of the old ultra-violence.

Other ideas include Daria Morgendorffer from MTV's Daria which is one of my top 10 favourite cartoons. Generally, though, it's not for chillunz. She hates people.

Jane:

"They may be shallow, but that doesn't mean they should be executed."

Daria:

"Yes it does."

Jane:

"OK, I'm sold."

Then there's Raoul Duke from another book, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas: A Savage Journey to the Heart of the American Dream, written by Hunter S. Thompson which was turned into another brilliant movie of the same name by Terry Gilliam. The character is on a bad acid trip.

Raoul Duke:

There's a uh, big machine in the sky,

some kind of, I dunno, electric snake, coming straight at us.

Dr. Gonzo:

Shoot it.

Raoul Duke:

Not yet, I want to study its habits.

Ngaahahahaha... It's also me telling you to go watch the aforementioned movies/tvshows.

It's the sixhundredandsisxtysixth post! And that means that this post bears the mark of the DEVILLLL!!!

*panic and chaos ensues*

I just suffered, yes, suffered through almost three hours of Helen of Troy.

Yes, it sucked.

No, I didn't get up off my seat because this is a part of my Furniture History Mid Term Assignment... dun dun DUNNNNNNNN....

My head is full of stuff that I cannot BEGIN to write about.

Happy belated birthday to Bear and Cornie!! (It was yesterday)

I love you both, but Bear more. hahahahaha...

My bucket list has not been touched! Nothing has been crossed out!!!

NOT EVEN THE HAIR THING!

Time's a changing. I go dye my hair soon but I can hear the resulting conversation, and it mirrors the one I had when I decided to wear one different coloured contact on the left eye...

Dad:

Why do you need to?

Me:

'Cos I want to try it out...

It's better to do it now than to do it when I'm fourty, kan?

Dad:

Well, you could do it... Never?

My father... makes a good case but not good enough.

Also,

It is HAIKU DAY!

We all burst into random.

It is just awesome.

(Though the Haiku day would pop up every so often throughout the year I shall still embrace it no matter how bad I am at it!)