Tuesday, June 30, 2009
30th June 2009
……watching Blood Ties. Aired sometime between 12 a.m. to 1 a.m. The main protagonist, Henry Fitzeroy a vampire, deals with weird f*cked up supernatural cases with his one-time blood donor, Vicki Nelson. It’s quite bland in comparison to Buffy, the Vampire Slayer and Angel, but it’s quite good enough; with the charm of a delinquent, Henry is good enough to be a vampire. Love the complex chemistry between Henry and Vicki and dare I say that Henry is one wicked illustrator/painter. The song ‘Monsoon’ from Tokio Hotel would go very well with this series. The vocalist voice kinda reminds me of Vicki’s voice –deep, full of sarcasm, an I-don’t-give-a-shit voice.
Sunday, June 28, 2009
28th June 2009
I’m bored, bored, bored, bored to the EXTREME as Ryouhei had eloquently put it. But I’ve always favored the Cloud guardian, Hibari Kyoya… if they were to come up with a perfume based on this character, it should be something of from the apples and cinnamons…slightly sweet and spicy at the same time. Sorry it’s quite random… I’m bored and thinking of wrecking the drawing I’m doing now… which I’m sure, I’ll later regretted doing… Bento’s not around, field work he said.
Entertainment of the day?...Zettai Kareshi is later in the evening, the morning market is kind of a bore, my assignment has been safely put away… what else?… the morning paper and there’s not much interesting news in there except from some grocery coupons and book reviews, love those. Then, there it is, gobsmack on the bottom of the page, “Watson for Burberry”. It’s stated that, ‘Emma Watson personifies the message Christopher Bailey, the brand’s creative director, wants to project for the Fall/ Winter 09: quiet beauty, timelessness and strength.’ And being nosy of something picturesque, I’ve looked it up. She looked soo~ cool, chic, elegant and sophisticated at the same time.
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The blue dress and the black leggings gave her an appearance of kinda like a … dominatrix, don’t you think? Haha…
She looks foxy with the vixen red scheme. Love it… I have a shirt at the exact shade as the jacket but passably said that I’m a bit androgynous in body structure and poise (it was up to the point that someone questions my sexual orientation).
Entertainment of the day?...Zettai Kareshi is later in the evening, the morning market is kind of a bore, my assignment has been safely put away… what else?… the morning paper and there’s not much interesting news in there except from some grocery coupons and book reviews, love those. Then, there it is, gobsmack on the bottom of the page, “Watson for Burberry”. It’s stated that, ‘Emma Watson personifies the message Christopher Bailey, the brand’s creative director, wants to project for the Fall/ Winter 09: quiet beauty, timelessness and strength.’ And being nosy of something picturesque, I’ve looked it up. She looked soo~ cool, chic, elegant and sophisticated at the same time.
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And there are some from her collection…I love this purple number… It gives off a some-masquerade-party mood. She’s missing a dark violet pillbox hat (with a small veil) tipped just so to the front, as if the veil to cover her eyes…
The blue dress and the black leggings gave her an appearance of kinda like a … dominatrix, don’t you think? Haha…
She looks foxy with the vixen red scheme. Love it… I have a shirt at the exact shade as the jacket but passably said that I’m a bit androgynous in body structure and poise (it was up to the point that someone questions my sexual orientation).
Friday, June 26, 2009
26th June 2009
3.45 a.m. It’s kind of scary when it’s drizzling and the streets are dark. It reminded me of a scene from ‘The Exorcism of Emily Rose’, that and the fact that the only window in my room is facing directly to a creepy alleyway…Several road lamps had burned bulbs or something like that. I could take pictures of it…but I don’t think that’s a good idea. What if something shows up when I’m previewing it? I’m alone; Ben is offline, a state which easily summarized as ‘I’m asleep… Bother me later’.
I’ve been dreaming bout white elephants again. I stood in front of a tall, wide marble staircase that got narrower at the top. A sickly sweet voice cooed me to climb to the top of the stairs as “there a surprise for you upstairs”…my mind seems to blank out when I felt a nudge from the back and without my will, I began climbing the stairs mechanically. When I reached the top, I was roughly pushed to a room, no doubt of it being a closet… it had a sign there anyway…so, there I was, locked in a small but tall closet with a white round window on one of the walls. I was sitting, legs pulled close to the body, chin rests on my knees, and hands lay limply on the side with my head nodding of to sleep. Even when the drowsiness was quite overwhelming, I can clearly hear the sea and… a wind-chime? *ting, ting~* the sound was quite beautiful… reminds me of the summer that they usually esthetically portrayed in the Japanese drama; the ones with the sound of cicadas, the ‘ching, ching’ of the dome-shaped wind-chime with a tanzaku in it and the refreshing feeling of eating watermelons in the shade and other stuff like that.
I felt rather than heard a ‘creak’ of the door opening. The same sickly voice told me that I had no choice to avoid this, and to that she apologizes. Along with the words she had spoken, her voice gradually softens; it had a motherly tone to it. It kind of reminds me of my dearly departed mother. Before I had the chance to butt in and ask questions, I felt soft hands cupping mine and rearrange them as if I were to accept something. “Here, take good care of this,” the voice whispers, “I’m sorry it’ll bring you trouble in the near future, but please, bear with it…” and there, in my hold was a small baby elephant and the small cramped closet that I thought I was in turned into a lavish room fit for an aristocate… mother had once said that dreaming about elephant was an ominous sign of receiving unbeneficial responsibility. As she had said, white elephants are rare, right? It was made a pet for a king, right? And it cost a fortune in both effort and money in its maintenance, right? And it’s beautiful to look at a mystical creature at its prime, right? But other than that, mother added, do they bring any benefit to the king? Try to think bout the money that the king could’ve use to make his kingdom prosper and flourish instead of pampering the rare elephant. It’ll be only time when his kingdom would fall to poverty… mother was quite wistful, in her own way… a friend had told me that a white elephant is a sign of religion…was it Buddhism or Hinduism? I kinda forgot bout that…
7.45a.m. I heard the news that Micheal Jackson had passed away earlier in the morning from cardiac arrest. I‘m not quite a fan of his music but I’m a fan of his passion to music. May God bless his soul.
I’ve been dreaming bout white elephants again. I stood in front of a tall, wide marble staircase that got narrower at the top. A sickly sweet voice cooed me to climb to the top of the stairs as “there a surprise for you upstairs”…my mind seems to blank out when I felt a nudge from the back and without my will, I began climbing the stairs mechanically. When I reached the top, I was roughly pushed to a room, no doubt of it being a closet… it had a sign there anyway…so, there I was, locked in a small but tall closet with a white round window on one of the walls. I was sitting, legs pulled close to the body, chin rests on my knees, and hands lay limply on the side with my head nodding of to sleep. Even when the drowsiness was quite overwhelming, I can clearly hear the sea and… a wind-chime? *ting, ting~* the sound was quite beautiful… reminds me of the summer that they usually esthetically portrayed in the Japanese drama; the ones with the sound of cicadas, the ‘ching, ching’ of the dome-shaped wind-chime with a tanzaku in it and the refreshing feeling of eating watermelons in the shade and other stuff like that.
I felt rather than heard a ‘creak’ of the door opening. The same sickly voice told me that I had no choice to avoid this, and to that she apologizes. Along with the words she had spoken, her voice gradually softens; it had a motherly tone to it. It kind of reminds me of my dearly departed mother. Before I had the chance to butt in and ask questions, I felt soft hands cupping mine and rearrange them as if I were to accept something. “Here, take good care of this,” the voice whispers, “I’m sorry it’ll bring you trouble in the near future, but please, bear with it…” and there, in my hold was a small baby elephant and the small cramped closet that I thought I was in turned into a lavish room fit for an aristocate… mother had once said that dreaming about elephant was an ominous sign of receiving unbeneficial responsibility. As she had said, white elephants are rare, right? It was made a pet for a king, right? And it cost a fortune in both effort and money in its maintenance, right? And it’s beautiful to look at a mystical creature at its prime, right? But other than that, mother added, do they bring any benefit to the king? Try to think bout the money that the king could’ve use to make his kingdom prosper and flourish instead of pampering the rare elephant. It’ll be only time when his kingdom would fall to poverty… mother was quite wistful, in her own way… a friend had told me that a white elephant is a sign of religion…was it Buddhism or Hinduism? I kinda forgot bout that…
7.45a.m. I heard the news that Micheal Jackson had passed away earlier in the morning from cardiac arrest. I‘m not quite a fan of his music but I’m a fan of his passion to music. May God bless his soul.
Sunday, June 21, 2009
21st June 2009
Happy Father’s Day to all the fathers and especially to my father, Mr. Maslan.
The finest ‘diadem’ like no other,
Would be nothing of short, a timeless gift to our father,
Who’s literally our avid achiever,
Always the best provider,
The best educator,
A very, very patient caretaker,
That had leniently put up with us siblings’ banter.
And not to forget, the best filter,
Of all the gold from the useless that glitters.
Try as you might, you’ll find no one better,
That’s befitting, suited in charisma as that of our father…
Happy Father’s Day,
Lots of love, from your sons and your daughters.
The finest ‘diadem’ like no other,
Would be nothing of short, a timeless gift to our father,
Who’s literally our avid achiever,
Always the best provider,
The best educator,
A very, very patient caretaker,
That had leniently put up with us siblings’ banter.
And not to forget, the best filter,
Of all the gold from the useless that glitters.
Try as you might, you’ll find no one better,
That’s befitting, suited in charisma as that of our father…
Happy Father’s Day,
Lots of love, from your sons and your daughters.
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
16th June 2009
Finally…*sparkle, sparkle* at exactly 2.49 a.m., my room’s clean! (Bento: A miracle…) well, I don’t see you lift a finger, mister. And I took the liberty of cleaning my thumbdrive from old files. Guess what, (Bento: What?) there’s a file of illustrations from Kats Terada, Minekura Kaz, Hyung-Tae Kim, a bit of Samura Hiroki, Chrono Nanae and (I can’t believe I’ve forgot all about this) Atsuko Nakajima –who mostly draws wicked bishies with their other half; preferably males, brought up by the not so subtle gesture(s) of affection in the anime industry…eeeh, there’s even a picture of Neliel (Bleach, I think she’s sooo cute when she was deformed and much more cooler when she had return to her normal growth. I like the ram skull on her head) and Shinji Hirako (there’s something bout him that make me all hot and bothered… his hairstyle, maybe?) There’s a large collection of Masara Minase’s works (Bento: BL mangas…powder puff, dandelions…pff, girls…) sorry, Ben’s kinda worn out and blur, stuck doing his assignment from dinner till now…waiting for the last minute to do it… and still manages to get satisfactory marks. (Bento: It’s a gift God had given me…*a spotlight lit from no where*.) *rolls eyes* riiight…
my now clean workstation.
Some of the stuff in that old thumbdrive...
Monday, June 15, 2009
15th June 2009
*****
Spring cleaning! It’s high-time for cleaning. (Bento: Uuwah, the ruins of once a great kingdom… you can see there’s a clearing near the corner, that is where the great ruler, Astroth had been buried, marked with a…erm…maroon-ish emblem there… heh. And researchers believed that these streets was once paved with foods…) There’s no tomb here, there’s no foo- (Ben!) there’s no dead king here… and certainly not an emblem…What emblem?… emblem? Emblem, emblem… (blur). Ben, that’s not an emblem, it’s just an Abingdon Boys School poster (the one with their album crest on it) There’s no tomb, that’s my bed…my…unmade bed and there’s no ruins, that’s my drafts for the next coming assignment… with a bit of my books here and there. (Bento: …sorry for being nosy *held up a thumb*.) Don’t be so smug… need to make breakfast.
-my morning conversation with Bento.
*****
I never thought I had so many cool stuff stashed somewhere in my room. It’s like forgotten treasure. I’ve found a box marked with a somewhat messy handwriting of “My Stuff”. *opening the lid* There are lots of small notes in here, perfumed and non-perfumed (come to think of it, I do have some trouble with remembering stuff. Examples?...umm…there’s birthday dates, addresses, IOU notes, datelines and stuff.) There’s love letters… from someone… someone, someone…(Bento: -Advertising- *ping~* Today’s lunch is sponsored by Gluttony Catering)…umm, someone… someone…*struggling* can’t remember… ‘m sorry. There’s Alucard, a small teddy I got from Arashina-chan. A tofu plush (can’t resist squeezing…sooo soft). Oh, there’s… what’s this, Ben? Remote control…? (Bento: seems so, out of battery though). There’s the key to school’s Art Room…(Bento: How’d you get a hold of that? *leers*) I didn’t stole it, if that’s what you’re thinking. I think I kind of forgot to return the key back when I’ve used the room, ages ago, when I was in form 2…? There’s this banner-drawing competition at that time, if I’ve remembered it correctly. Natsukashii… the smell of paints, turpentine, aged papers and the sight of used brush bunched in jars, Styrofoam boards stacked at the back, barred windows, a certain quiet boy…hmm, yeah…anyway, I was suppose to lock up since I had no problem of going home the latest (most in late)… I had to clear the paints, put away the banner, sweep the floor and stuff. And after locking up, I’ve stuffed the key in my once-it-enters-it’ll-ceased-in-existence duffel (quite handy of getting rid of icky love notes). I forgot to return the key next day and that’s how the story goes. And there’s…feathers? Owl feather… I got this at the first day of PMR. Quite lucky and seems like a good omen at that time, fluttering softly on the table where I was supposed to take my exam on… it turned out to be a barn owl’s (though it seems out of place since it’s in the sub-urban)… (Bento: ~Birdie, birdie~ tweet, tweet… Bento wants a cracker… with a side dish of chicken cream soup and a dessert of lush sorbet) I would starve if I were to keep you, Bento...
P.S. I’m so sorry, Hafizuddin sebab tak reply your smses. Problem one, duit tak cukup nak top-up –had to ‘ikat pinggang’ for the father’s day celebration. Problem two, been quite busy managing my housework and works and project and hp dah tak betul skit. Kadang, kadang mesej baru akan terus di’delete’kn. Sorry, sorry, ingatkan dapat la rasa your bread pudding.
Spring cleaning! It’s high-time for cleaning. (Bento: Uuwah, the ruins of once a great kingdom… you can see there’s a clearing near the corner, that is where the great ruler, Astroth had been buried, marked with a…erm…maroon-ish emblem there… heh. And researchers believed that these streets was once paved with foods…) There’s no tomb here, there’s no foo- (Ben!) there’s no dead king here… and certainly not an emblem…What emblem?… emblem? Emblem, emblem… (blur). Ben, that’s not an emblem, it’s just an Abingdon Boys School poster (the one with their album crest on it) There’s no tomb, that’s my bed…my…unmade bed and there’s no ruins, that’s my drafts for the next coming assignment… with a bit of my books here and there. (Bento: …sorry for being nosy *held up a thumb*.) Don’t be so smug… need to make breakfast.
-my morning conversation with Bento.
*****
I never thought I had so many cool stuff stashed somewhere in my room. It’s like forgotten treasure. I’ve found a box marked with a somewhat messy handwriting of “My Stuff”. *opening the lid* There are lots of small notes in here, perfumed and non-perfumed (come to think of it, I do have some trouble with remembering stuff. Examples?...umm…there’s birthday dates, addresses, IOU notes, datelines and stuff.) There’s love letters… from someone… someone, someone…(Bento: -Advertising- *ping~* Today’s lunch is sponsored by Gluttony Catering)…umm, someone… someone…*struggling* can’t remember… ‘m sorry. There’s Alucard, a small teddy I got from Arashina-chan. A tofu plush (can’t resist squeezing…sooo soft). Oh, there’s… what’s this, Ben? Remote control…? (Bento: seems so, out of battery though). There’s the key to school’s Art Room…(Bento: How’d you get a hold of that? *leers*) I didn’t stole it, if that’s what you’re thinking. I think I kind of forgot to return the key back when I’ve used the room, ages ago, when I was in form 2…? There’s this banner-drawing competition at that time, if I’ve remembered it correctly. Natsukashii… the smell of paints, turpentine, aged papers and the sight of used brush bunched in jars, Styrofoam boards stacked at the back, barred windows, a certain quiet boy…hmm, yeah…anyway, I was suppose to lock up since I had no problem of going home the latest (most in late)… I had to clear the paints, put away the banner, sweep the floor and stuff. And after locking up, I’ve stuffed the key in my once-it-enters-it’ll-ceased-in-existence duffel (quite handy of getting rid of icky love notes). I forgot to return the key next day and that’s how the story goes. And there’s…feathers? Owl feather… I got this at the first day of PMR. Quite lucky and seems like a good omen at that time, fluttering softly on the table where I was supposed to take my exam on… it turned out to be a barn owl’s (though it seems out of place since it’s in the sub-urban)… (Bento: ~Birdie, birdie~ tweet, tweet… Bento wants a cracker… with a side dish of chicken cream soup and a dessert of lush sorbet) I would starve if I were to keep you, Bento...
P.S. I’m so sorry, Hafizuddin sebab tak reply your smses. Problem one, duit tak cukup nak top-up –had to ‘ikat pinggang’ for the father’s day celebration. Problem two, been quite busy managing my housework and works and project and hp dah tak betul skit. Kadang, kadang mesej baru akan terus di’delete’kn. Sorry, sorry, ingatkan dapat la rasa your bread pudding.
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Busy, Busy
(The alarm clock is wailing, with neon orange numbers that reads 1205). I’m up! I’m up! It just knows when to wail when the dream is getting better… I dreamt that I was married to a regal-like man that had much of a charm of a vampire lord. He had nice looong, silky ebony hair tied to a loose ponytail, had pale complexion akin to the moonlight… wore glasses. We had a child that he adamantly called his ‘heir’. He wouldn’t let me nurse him… standing in the hallway that lead to his studies, I can hear soft coo of lullabies… I was just opening the door when I hear something wailed. The door handle turned to an icy cold hand attached to an icy cold arm of a wailing banshee… (Insert a dramatic shriek here). A wailing, banshee-like alarm clock…
…(Sigh). Well, then, no time better than the present. Time to do housework! Schoolwork! Drafts!
... And, (clears throat) a bit… no, lots of cleaning…
Books, papers, pens, rubbish and shit like that are all over the floor… (ehehe…no pictures, please…) if your lucky, you could see something smiling in the shadows near the table…8-D
Oh, before I forgot! Happy, Happy, Happy Birthday, Nik Nur Amallina and Zafirah! Love you mountains!
Abingdon Boys School’s Nephilim or TVXQ’s sweet number Love in the Ice, it’s your pick…
…(Sigh). Well, then, no time better than the present. Time to do housework! Schoolwork! Drafts!
... And, (clears throat) a bit… no, lots of cleaning…
Books, papers, pens, rubbish and shit like that are all over the floor… (ehehe…no pictures, please…) if your lucky, you could see something smiling in the shadows near the table…8-D
Oh, before I forgot! Happy, Happy, Happy Birthday, Nik Nur Amallina and Zafirah! Love you mountains!
Abingdon Boys School’s Nephilim or TVXQ’s sweet number Love in the Ice, it’s your pick…
Early Birthdays
A dedication to my friends that are celebrating their birthday, a few months before and after the stated date above; Happy Birthday, guys! And I’m sorry if the birthday gift(s) aren’t going to be personally delivered to you guys this year… (Sob, sob). I’ll make due with what I have at hand to make it as special as possible for you guys… Anyway, this time it’s for my cool bespectacled Aria, my darling Arashina, the tedious Lai Yoong, the utmost inspiring Zi Hao (ha!) and my unbiased co-writer/guardian, Dark Bento.
‘Happy Birthday to You,
May Your Wish Soon Comes True,
I Will Always Be With You,
And Will Always Love You...’
Live well, eat well and grow up maturely well, you guys… Lots of love from me, you guys!
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