October 3, 2009

Book #44/2009

Book #44/2009

Book #45/2009

Book #45/2009

Book #46/2009

Book #46/2009

1. I don’t read enough Neil Gaiman. Hell, I’ve only read two Gaiman books in my whole life, including this. Are you shock? You’re not the first. A friend once commented saying, “What the haaaaill, how come you of all people have never read Neil Gaiman? I invited you to my room tonight to talk about Neil Gaiman!”
Said friend kicked me out of his room in less than an hour.

2. I love The Beatles, as if that isn’t obvious already. Postcards from the Boys is a complete treat. I laughed, felt pity and rejoiced at the ongoing friendship held by these four post-The Beatles.

3. Apparently no one was kind enough to tell me to read Chuck Klosterman. He’s that kind of writer who manages to hold onto people’s attention long enough until they realised they’ve read fifty pages in less than an hour. The central theme of the book is Rock n Roll music, something I have nothing but love for. I am in love with this book, and is envious of his ability to write perfectly despite his off tangent banter (those are actually the funnier parts.)

thedailywhat:

Google Search Suggestion of the Day: People are weird.
[via.]

thedailywhat:

Google Search Suggestion of the Day: People are weird.

[via.]

Is anyone doing NaNoWriMo this year? Be my writing buddy please*? That way we together can die in a heap of pan-ultimate destruction!

* Shalina! (?)

October 2, 2009
Hiya Toots!
Identical The Beatles themed postcards for LanaBean (in Indiana, US) and Sarah Ann (in South Carolina, US)!

Hiya Toots!

Identical The Beatles themed postcards for LanaBean (in Indiana, US) and Sarah Ann (in South Carolina, US)!

Us

3 years of my life was spent in a constant state of depression. Waking up from nightly sleep was met with a pang of sadness, and going to sleep was invited with a temporary numbness. It wasn’t something I could dismiss, and not something I understood. These feelings managed to latch onto me after all these years, despite the humourist (or not) that I have turned to now. Coming out of depression allowed me to feel other emotions: anger, fear, and happiness, amongst others.

Feeling happy was alien to me during those times of sorrow, and that feeling of exhilaration managed to penetrate itself to me earlier this year. It was foreign, almost sickening. It made me feel as if unicorns exists, and they pee out rainbow. However, it was good, and it made me dizzy.

I’m not one for human affection, what with years of backstabbing from people I considered friends for life. Maybe this was why I was so depressed. It wasn’t the commitment that was scary—sure, that too—it was the bridging of a lasting and strong friendship, relationship, and trust. It takes time, and I hate time. Time managed to break bonds between my friends and I.

I was stupid. I thought the idea of us was stupid, and I don’t want to let my past come back to me and ruin my life. I’m not sure how to say this to you directly because I’m stubborn as a mule, but I’m sorry for everything. For what, I don’t know. I’m trying. Let’s talk again, and I’d understand if you don’t want to. This time, let’s take it slow. We have all the time in our hands to manipulate.

Dear world,

For the past hour, I have been reading stories that I wrote when I was 19. The structuring is bad, with constant perspective changes. But the construction of words weaved together to make up a sentence is, dare I say, poetry.

I think I am a shitty writer now. Excuse me while I go drown myself out of anger.

Sincerely, me

September 29, 2009
Brunei was hit by a mass blackout last night (sans my residential area and some few others). What I want to ask you all—who was affected by this—is: did you even took the chance to go out and look up at the sky? The view of the stars would be nothing short of amazing.
Picture via BT
(Also, good job, BT, for releasing a statement during the crisis. Good journalism!)

Brunei was hit by a mass blackout last night (sans my residential area and some few others). What I want to ask you all—who was affected by this—is: did you even took the chance to go out and look up at the sky? The view of the stars would be nothing short of amazing.

Picture via BT

(Also, good job, BT, for releasing a statement during the crisis. Good journalism!)

September 28, 2009
September 27, 2009

Wait! Hold up just a second!

So, it wasn’t okay for Agnes Monica to perform in Brunei due to censorship issues but it’s okay for Pamela Anderson to make an appearance for people of higher stature?

Is my non-royal ass the only one who fails to see the logic?

OF COURSE, GUYS! The populace has shitty morals. How could I ever forget that?