First of all let me say this: Jonathan Rhys Meyers is like the male version of Angelina Jolie.
Reason being: The lips, people, the really pouty lips!
And also: I saw this pic of Mr. Meyers in one of his earlier movies, donno what movie it was, but he was so pale and feminine, and I swear it looked like he had lipstick on. Like a vampire. Yeah, a better vampire than Mr.Robert Pattinson from the Twilight movie!
Take that, you Twilight fans! (Sorry sorry, don't start hitting me.)
I've got the next part of the PIRATE STORY up:
Suddenly she heard Arla’s cries of protest. Captain Seth had already tied her hands so hard with the rope that it had chafed them. She swung around and released the stone right into his eye. He howled in pain, hopping around agitatedly. Arla cut her rope bonds, but the Captain’s wild flailing with his dagger in hand had resulted in a number of gashes on her legs.
Suddenly a loud explosion resounded as a section of the wall blew apart, leaving a good-sized hole as an escape. Miere could detect Iki’s look of disbelief mixed with personal triumph. More importantly, she noticed the compact grenade bomb he had hurled at the wall. She breathed a silent prayer of thanks.
Captain Seth was alerted. He scrambled over to the broken wall and pulled open a trap door in the floor.
A colony of rats skittered out.
Arla’s mouth fell open in surprise. This escape was being delayed by the most uncanny of forces.
The rats started piling up near the hole, all struggling to rush out. Due to their large numbers, they soon stopper-ed the hole. Only Iki managed to squirm through. Mik and Darien were left standing outside, trying to figure out an effective way to get rid of the rats. They had already used up their one and only grenade.
Having come from a rather pampering family, the girls felt squeamish at the sight of the swarming furry bodies growing rapidly like a proliferating fungus. Nevertheless they decided to try plunging through. It was easier than trying to knock out a 90-kilo sack of fat.
However that was not easy. The rats stank of dank cellars, waste and rust. Not only that, they were positively giant, with pointed teeth that bit the girls’ shoulders and searched for every trace of flesh to sink into. No matter how hard they struggled, the sea of rats was dense, and seemed endless and impenetrable.
With some difficulty they extricated themselves, only to find Iki duelling with the Captain using a broomstick handle. His skills were quite good, and he was able to ward off most of the attacks.
Seeing the ringleader in trouble, the grunts thundered over and formed a tight circle around the girls unawares. Using brute force, they disarmed them. Miere and Arla were thus caught in a trap of sweaty, pulsating pink flesh.
“Not so fast, eh!” one of them said, and snickered.
Miere and Arla were defenceless, armed with only their wits. Panic started to erode their senses. How were they supposed to escape? Distantly, they could hear Iki’s spirited fronts as he pitted himself against Captain Seth.
The grunts closed in, attempting to constrict the girls with their bodies. The sweaty stench was suffocating. The girls’ only resources were their bodies, which were no match for the grunts’.
Wait! Suddenly Miere realised that she would have to use the strongest and sharpest part of her body. She swung her elbows backward with force, managing to partially knock the wind out of one of her captors.
Arla caught on quickly, and using her knees, struck at angles into the grunt’s hip repeatedly. He keeled over from the surprise and sudden pain. They kicked the third one up his legs. Instant shock.
While the girls carried on the fight inside, Darien and Mik noticed that the guard had left their post and burst in through the door. Mik instantly ran to make sure that the horizontally expanded ones were properly down. He aimed a few kicks and punches as a test. Darien, swift and silent, attempted to restrain the Captain.
All this extra pressure had Captain Seth going berserk. He yelled, no; tittered, letting out a strange series of squeaks that were unnaturally high for his voice. The rats’ ears started to perk up.
Then they ran across the floor and engulfed everyone. Even the out-of-action grunts. They were all trapped in the hot sticky fur, barely able to move. This did not improve Captain Seth’s image. He had gone from psycho to psycho rat-master. Nevertheless it worked. He had captured Miere and Arla at last.
TO BE CONTINUED...DUM DUM DUM!
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
I Should Have Been Born in the 16th Century
In between yearbook, practicing maths and burying my nose in the other subject books, I've been entertaining my newest unhealthy obsessions: Jonathan Rhys Meyers and Scarlett Johansson (Did I spell it right?)
The thing I like about Scarlett Johansson is her...eyebrows!
Seriously, I like them. They look really...scuplted! Plus I thought she was really hot as Mary Boleyn in "The Other Boleyn Girl" movie. And I just found out she has a twin brother. I'm quite outdated actually...
Plus I did watch "Vicky Cristina Barcelona", another movie of hers. It was...refreshing. Good movie.
Oh, oh, and Jonathan Rhys Meyers! I like his look; its really interesting. Just watched episode 1 of "The Tudors", the new series about King Henry the VIII and his six wives. Besides the six wives there were a lotta mistresses on the side as well. Jonathan Meyers was acting as King Henry, and I found it weird cos my impression of King Henry is this fat guy who shouts randomly. And Jonathan Meyers sure ain't fat.
And, six wives just isn't enough for one guy is it?
Oh well, I like sixteenth-century movies...wouldn't be surprised if I was some English person in the 16th century in my past life.
PS: I just discovered this movie, "Match Point" starring both Jonathan Rhys Meyers and Scarlett Johannson. It's a bit old (released in 2005), but given my new unhealthy obsessions, I have to watch it now.
Now that I've taken up some cyberspace ranting about this, I can go back to yearbook, practicing maths and burying my nose in the other subject books.
The thing I like about Scarlett Johansson is her...eyebrows!
Seriously, I like them. They look really...scuplted! Plus I thought she was really hot as Mary Boleyn in "The Other Boleyn Girl" movie. And I just found out she has a twin brother. I'm quite outdated actually...
Plus I did watch "Vicky Cristina Barcelona", another movie of hers. It was...refreshing. Good movie.
Oh, oh, and Jonathan Rhys Meyers! I like his look; its really interesting. Just watched episode 1 of "The Tudors", the new series about King Henry the VIII and his six wives. Besides the six wives there were a lotta mistresses on the side as well. Jonathan Meyers was acting as King Henry, and I found it weird cos my impression of King Henry is this fat guy who shouts randomly. And Jonathan Meyers sure ain't fat.
And, six wives just isn't enough for one guy is it?
Oh well, I like sixteenth-century movies...wouldn't be surprised if I was some English person in the 16th century in my past life.
PS: I just discovered this movie, "Match Point" starring both Jonathan Rhys Meyers and Scarlett Johannson. It's a bit old (released in 2005), but given my new unhealthy obsessions, I have to watch it now.
Now that I've taken up some cyberspace ranting about this, I can go back to yearbook, practicing maths and burying my nose in the other subject books.
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
A pirate story continued and love for sulky japanese boys.
After being reminded of Kafka on the Shore, the book by Haruki Murakami, I find myself looking back at it with much interest. I would like to buy the book and read it over again. (The first time I read it I borrowed it) It's the type of book people can't understand in one go; they have to read and reread. Yes. I shall go out and buy the book.
I particularly liked Kafka's sulkiness, rebellious-ness and helplessness all bundled in one. He is one sulky Japanese dude. Oshima in that story was also wonderful. ^_^
Anyways, on to the pirate story:
They couldn’t stay here anymore.
Miere and Arla had decided that. They had also decided that they were going to join Iki and gang and explore the vast expanses of land and sea.
It was late one night, when the darkness dipped to its dimmest point that they decided to quietly leave the inn.
They came into the inn with nothing, and would take nothing with them.
“Going somewhere?” a voice issued from the darkness, sending the girls jumping like a pair of flopping fish dying of dehydration.
The only thought that crossed their minds was, “How did he know?”
The reply came, as if Seth possessed telekinetic powers. “I don’t have my office above the servants’ quarters for nothing, you know.”
There was a moment of stunned silence, as if time had collapsed.
“RUN!” Miere screamed. Arla flew behind her.
In response, Captain Seth yelled, “Out, men!” At that moment three corpulent roughnecks stepped out, previously hidden by the darkness. Before the sisters could make their getaway, they sealed the tree exits: the front door, back door and the windows. The one blocking the windows was so huge that he covered the entire area with his bulk.
Miere hurled herself at the one blocking the door, but his expanded belly was like a giant rubber ball. She bounced back, skidding along the floor. The enormous man let out a grating laugh.
Captain Seth’s grey-green eyes slid along their faces which were now frozen in shock.
Now the question seemed to be: “Where’d you find these guys?”
“I’ve got surprises,” Captain Seth said, grinning. How did he know their questions?
Now the Captain held a length of tough rope between his hands, the prosthetic steel digits standing out in the light of the yellow bulb that had just been switched on. “Light-footed girls like you...” he began.
“...should be tied up!” He pursued them with uncharacteristic speed, his metal leg hitting the floor repeatedly, and sounding like the beating of a war-drum. Startled, Miere and Arla dashed into the only opening available—the kitchen doors. It proved to be not a very smart thing to do—the kitchen was a cul-de-sac, with an entrance but no exit.
The Captain burst in, usual cool demeanour overtaken by a blast of fury. The muscles in this face were pulled into wrinkles, and the candles in his eyes flashed brighter than before. The rope between his hands was stretched taut.
Miere and Arla backed away slowly, inching nearer to the wall. They could smell the lingering odours of the day’s remnants, especially the way smell of burnt lard. It was funny how insignificant details stuck to your mind when you didn’t need them.
Arla’s elbow hit something. Instinctively she groped for the light switch. Another dim bulb flickered on. She saw what she’d knocked over—a set of knives, blades shiny-sharp from rubbing against the grinding stone. She snatched up one with a serrated edge, and brandished it in front of the Captain’s face. Miere followed suit.
Captain Seth allowed a small chuckle to break his livid mask. “Kitchen knives!” he exclaimed. “I’ve got better!” after saying this, he produced a slim, small dagger that dangled from his hand like a lethal extension. The story of his pirate days came flooding back to Arla. Of course he had been good with knives.
Miere swung her knife, meaning to graze the Captain’s shoulder, but of course she was no match. A swift parry quelled her attempt. She didn’t want to hurt the Captain; just hit him so that it would create a diversion. Obviously this was going to be harder than she thought.
Henny came running out at present. Her face turned white. She thrust herself at the Captain.
“No, Captain!” she cried.
“Stay out of this!” Captain Seth blared. Henny retreated, and was almost immediately seized and tied up by the fat grunt by the window.
Miere tried again, twirling the knife and sending it whistling through the air. Captain Seth expertly blocked every one of her slashes. The most she achieved was a scratch on his right hand. She was beginning to become frustrated, and sweat beaded on his brow.
Then Arla swing a heavy pan at his midriff. The Captain doubled over, breath drawn out sharply by the impact. Still gripping the knives, Miere and Arla dashed out to confront the grunts still by the exits.
However these grunts were also armed—with giant slingshots. Stones ranging from small pebbles to larger ones roughly the size of fists were used. The girls knew better than to laugh—cruising at high velocity, those stones could hack someone’s head off.
The grunts launched a volley of flying stones, and the inn looked like a sky peppered with heavy stars. Not nimble enough to dodge every single one, Miere and Arla sustained various bruises and cuts. Soon the hailing became unbearable, and Arla flung the knife at one of the slingshots, it hit home, fortunately, and fell out of the grunt’s hand. Miere darted to pick it up.
One down, two to go. Arla readied her knife, while Miere picked up stray stones and loaded them back into the newly acquired slingshot. She knew that she had to use clever strategy, so she decided to aim for the eyes, even though her targeting was not very accurate.
I particularly liked Kafka's sulkiness, rebellious-ness and helplessness all bundled in one. He is one sulky Japanese dude. Oshima in that story was also wonderful. ^_^
Anyways, on to the pirate story:
They couldn’t stay here anymore.
Miere and Arla had decided that. They had also decided that they were going to join Iki and gang and explore the vast expanses of land and sea.
It was late one night, when the darkness dipped to its dimmest point that they decided to quietly leave the inn.
They came into the inn with nothing, and would take nothing with them.
“Going somewhere?” a voice issued from the darkness, sending the girls jumping like a pair of flopping fish dying of dehydration.
The only thought that crossed their minds was, “How did he know?”
The reply came, as if Seth possessed telekinetic powers. “I don’t have my office above the servants’ quarters for nothing, you know.”
There was a moment of stunned silence, as if time had collapsed.
“RUN!” Miere screamed. Arla flew behind her.
In response, Captain Seth yelled, “Out, men!” At that moment three corpulent roughnecks stepped out, previously hidden by the darkness. Before the sisters could make their getaway, they sealed the tree exits: the front door, back door and the windows. The one blocking the windows was so huge that he covered the entire area with his bulk.
Miere hurled herself at the one blocking the door, but his expanded belly was like a giant rubber ball. She bounced back, skidding along the floor. The enormous man let out a grating laugh.
Captain Seth’s grey-green eyes slid along their faces which were now frozen in shock.
Now the question seemed to be: “Where’d you find these guys?”
“I’ve got surprises,” Captain Seth said, grinning. How did he know their questions?
Now the Captain held a length of tough rope between his hands, the prosthetic steel digits standing out in the light of the yellow bulb that had just been switched on. “Light-footed girls like you...” he began.
“...should be tied up!” He pursued them with uncharacteristic speed, his metal leg hitting the floor repeatedly, and sounding like the beating of a war-drum. Startled, Miere and Arla dashed into the only opening available—the kitchen doors. It proved to be not a very smart thing to do—the kitchen was a cul-de-sac, with an entrance but no exit.
The Captain burst in, usual cool demeanour overtaken by a blast of fury. The muscles in this face were pulled into wrinkles, and the candles in his eyes flashed brighter than before. The rope between his hands was stretched taut.
Miere and Arla backed away slowly, inching nearer to the wall. They could smell the lingering odours of the day’s remnants, especially the way smell of burnt lard. It was funny how insignificant details stuck to your mind when you didn’t need them.
Arla’s elbow hit something. Instinctively she groped for the light switch. Another dim bulb flickered on. She saw what she’d knocked over—a set of knives, blades shiny-sharp from rubbing against the grinding stone. She snatched up one with a serrated edge, and brandished it in front of the Captain’s face. Miere followed suit.
Captain Seth allowed a small chuckle to break his livid mask. “Kitchen knives!” he exclaimed. “I’ve got better!” after saying this, he produced a slim, small dagger that dangled from his hand like a lethal extension. The story of his pirate days came flooding back to Arla. Of course he had been good with knives.
Miere swung her knife, meaning to graze the Captain’s shoulder, but of course she was no match. A swift parry quelled her attempt. She didn’t want to hurt the Captain; just hit him so that it would create a diversion. Obviously this was going to be harder than she thought.
Henny came running out at present. Her face turned white. She thrust herself at the Captain.
“No, Captain!” she cried.
“Stay out of this!” Captain Seth blared. Henny retreated, and was almost immediately seized and tied up by the fat grunt by the window.
Miere tried again, twirling the knife and sending it whistling through the air. Captain Seth expertly blocked every one of her slashes. The most she achieved was a scratch on his right hand. She was beginning to become frustrated, and sweat beaded on his brow.
Then Arla swing a heavy pan at his midriff. The Captain doubled over, breath drawn out sharply by the impact. Still gripping the knives, Miere and Arla dashed out to confront the grunts still by the exits.
However these grunts were also armed—with giant slingshots. Stones ranging from small pebbles to larger ones roughly the size of fists were used. The girls knew better than to laugh—cruising at high velocity, those stones could hack someone’s head off.
The grunts launched a volley of flying stones, and the inn looked like a sky peppered with heavy stars. Not nimble enough to dodge every single one, Miere and Arla sustained various bruises and cuts. Soon the hailing became unbearable, and Arla flung the knife at one of the slingshots, it hit home, fortunately, and fell out of the grunt’s hand. Miere darted to pick it up.
One down, two to go. Arla readied her knife, while Miere picked up stray stones and loaded them back into the newly acquired slingshot. She knew that she had to use clever strategy, so she decided to aim for the eyes, even though her targeting was not very accurate.
Monday, February 2, 2009
Pirates Are Hot and You Can't Deny It
Today...I went to Julia's house so that she, Jinn and I could study Chem and Physics. Myeh...however we ended up talking and listening to stuff like Macy Gray and Panic! at the Disco. And Bill from Tokio Hotel sounds like a WOMAN! meh, he looks like one too.
Anyways here is the next instalment of The Pirate Story:
The days were carefree at the Cutlass Inn. Miere and Arla never had to feel lonely, for they had various customers to entertain, and more importantly, Henny and each other. Even though there were always floors to be mopped and dishes to spread, it was enjoyable work.
However Captain Seth’s restrictions proved to be bothersome. He himself seemed like a man with no feeling, pacing up and down the corridors and barking brusque orders at everyone he saw. He was the strange presence in the otherwise tranquil seaside stop. Miere and Arla couldn’t understand him. They knew he had a room upstairs which served as a study cum bedroom, but what did he do in there? There were times when he hardly used the room, and also times when he would barricade himself in and not come out until closing time.
Once Arla posed Henny this question when she was ordered to send up a meal to him, but Henny shrugged and muttered something which sounded like “Doing accounts.”They had only entered the room once, and then only upon the Captain’s request. It was almost as stark and scrubbed as its owner, the walls plain and whitewashed, with green lichen licking them. The floor was composed of rough floorboards. The decor consisted of a simple bookshelf, a table and chair, and a bed.
Captain Seth had turned around and fixed a stony stare on them. “You know I was a captain once,” he began. “A pirate captain who roamed the seas.”
Affirmative nod. The girls had heard all about it from Henny.
“So I’ll tell you my experience. It was the first time I’d been on it. The sea was quiet and the harsh sun shone on us. The ship hoisted its sails and rode away on the wind.
“I was on deck duty—scrubbing and cleaning it. The ship cut cleanly through the waters. Our captain, Sherwood, had a score to settle. We set off in pursuit of the Iron Maid, Our target ship.
“There was a twist in the atmosphere after half an hour of sailing. I knew that the Iron Maid was near. A dark mist descended over the waters. The maroon flag loomed before us.; The ships halted, prow to prow.
“Then all hell broke loose.
“The crew members went berserk. We launched ourselves onto the other ship and started knocking each other off. Cutlasses flashed ad swords bit into skin. I only possessed a small dagger, so I avoided the heated attacks up front. Instead I slunk along and attacked the opposing deck-swabbers.
“Having practiced with my weapon, I wasn’t too bad, but I couldn’t avoid the slashes to my face. My adversaries were deft, and I was partly lucky that I could parry their attacks. This sense of manic loyalty to Sherwood kept me slashing their throats.
“However in the mist something else emerged. It was the smell of blood, fetid. Like a snake, it ensnared the whole boat. And strangely, I like it. It was like a powerful engine injecting energy into me. I inhaled and lived on it at that moment. My brain was resisting but I was dying away. That smell was deluding me, making me think that I needed it. It was like I was the smell.“The blood came in different shades—black, red, brown, maroon—and it swirled around us like a swollen river. And living on that smell alone I hacked my way to my own minor victory. The bodies piled around me like dead houseflies.”
Here he stopped, and looked at the girls.
“Aren’t you scared to be here, in this room, with a man who loves blood?”
“No,” Miere spoke for both of them.
“Really?” Arla caught the slightest ghost of a smile.
They were then sent off. There was nothing particularly strange about the captain’s tale, but the way he told it was scary. His eyes had acquired the glow of a distant land and his tone fluctuated with passionate intonation. He had stepped out of his mould, but even so, this change was so disconcertingly familiar.
They passed a widely-arched window. Then it hit them.
The sea. The captain had become like the sea, voice accommodating, drawing them closer, his words like waves to sweep you off your feet. He had grown distant, like the sea receding because of the moon’s gravity pull. He had grown until he was too big and fragmented to come back.It was then Miere and Arla realised that they couldn’t live with the sea anymore. It would always be there, calmly roiling; incarnating into the captain to mock them. They hated the hollow feeling the sea gave them. It promised the excitement of unexpected lands beyond boundaries but at the same time, Captain Seth took it back from them. The sea stealing from the sea. This feeling was growing into the direction of fear.
And I am happy because if I do well in whatever I am supposed to do, I may go to Japan. ^_^
私は幸せである。
Anyways here is the next instalment of The Pirate Story:
The days were carefree at the Cutlass Inn. Miere and Arla never had to feel lonely, for they had various customers to entertain, and more importantly, Henny and each other. Even though there were always floors to be mopped and dishes to spread, it was enjoyable work.
However Captain Seth’s restrictions proved to be bothersome. He himself seemed like a man with no feeling, pacing up and down the corridors and barking brusque orders at everyone he saw. He was the strange presence in the otherwise tranquil seaside stop. Miere and Arla couldn’t understand him. They knew he had a room upstairs which served as a study cum bedroom, but what did he do in there? There were times when he hardly used the room, and also times when he would barricade himself in and not come out until closing time.
Once Arla posed Henny this question when she was ordered to send up a meal to him, but Henny shrugged and muttered something which sounded like “Doing accounts.”They had only entered the room once, and then only upon the Captain’s request. It was almost as stark and scrubbed as its owner, the walls plain and whitewashed, with green lichen licking them. The floor was composed of rough floorboards. The decor consisted of a simple bookshelf, a table and chair, and a bed.
Captain Seth had turned around and fixed a stony stare on them. “You know I was a captain once,” he began. “A pirate captain who roamed the seas.”
Affirmative nod. The girls had heard all about it from Henny.
“So I’ll tell you my experience. It was the first time I’d been on it. The sea was quiet and the harsh sun shone on us. The ship hoisted its sails and rode away on the wind.
“I was on deck duty—scrubbing and cleaning it. The ship cut cleanly through the waters. Our captain, Sherwood, had a score to settle. We set off in pursuit of the Iron Maid, Our target ship.
“There was a twist in the atmosphere after half an hour of sailing. I knew that the Iron Maid was near. A dark mist descended over the waters. The maroon flag loomed before us.; The ships halted, prow to prow.
“Then all hell broke loose.
“The crew members went berserk. We launched ourselves onto the other ship and started knocking each other off. Cutlasses flashed ad swords bit into skin. I only possessed a small dagger, so I avoided the heated attacks up front. Instead I slunk along and attacked the opposing deck-swabbers.
“Having practiced with my weapon, I wasn’t too bad, but I couldn’t avoid the slashes to my face. My adversaries were deft, and I was partly lucky that I could parry their attacks. This sense of manic loyalty to Sherwood kept me slashing their throats.
“However in the mist something else emerged. It was the smell of blood, fetid. Like a snake, it ensnared the whole boat. And strangely, I like it. It was like a powerful engine injecting energy into me. I inhaled and lived on it at that moment. My brain was resisting but I was dying away. That smell was deluding me, making me think that I needed it. It was like I was the smell.“The blood came in different shades—black, red, brown, maroon—and it swirled around us like a swollen river. And living on that smell alone I hacked my way to my own minor victory. The bodies piled around me like dead houseflies.”
Here he stopped, and looked at the girls.
“Aren’t you scared to be here, in this room, with a man who loves blood?”
“No,” Miere spoke for both of them.
“Really?” Arla caught the slightest ghost of a smile.
They were then sent off. There was nothing particularly strange about the captain’s tale, but the way he told it was scary. His eyes had acquired the glow of a distant land and his tone fluctuated with passionate intonation. He had stepped out of his mould, but even so, this change was so disconcertingly familiar.
They passed a widely-arched window. Then it hit them.
The sea. The captain had become like the sea, voice accommodating, drawing them closer, his words like waves to sweep you off your feet. He had grown distant, like the sea receding because of the moon’s gravity pull. He had grown until he was too big and fragmented to come back.It was then Miere and Arla realised that they couldn’t live with the sea anymore. It would always be there, calmly roiling; incarnating into the captain to mock them. They hated the hollow feeling the sea gave them. It promised the excitement of unexpected lands beyond boundaries but at the same time, Captain Seth took it back from them. The sea stealing from the sea. This feeling was growing into the direction of fear.
And I am happy because if I do well in whatever I am supposed to do, I may go to Japan. ^_^
私は幸せである。
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Comic Fiesta 2008!
My poster with Luffy's abs. XD
Awesome costumes.
Naruto!
Dog, Luffy, Anime Schoolgirl and Grandma. XD
My sis the anime schoolgirl.
Naruto!
Dog, Luffy, Anime Schoolgirl and Grandma. XD
My sis the anime schoolgirl.Whoo! Today I went to Comic Fiesta, a comic convention, with my sister and Julia and Amanda. It was cool. There were so many people cosplaying--means dressing up--as characters from anime shows...some of the costumes were so extreme! I wish I'd taken more pics, but I was too busy holding all the stuff...-_- I cosplayed as Luffy from One Piece, but the female version. Yosh. One guy actually came up to me and said: "So you're the female Luffy. Cool!" I felt so proud. XD There were a couple of guy Luffys too, but I think I was the only female one. ^^
Anyways there were these dudes wearing miniskirts and girly jackets, and they were GUYS. With lace stockings and leather boots. Wow. Drag Queen. And also sailormoon group, and people in maid outfits and samurais with giant swords. so many people were selling things, so I bought some comics and posters. The costumes are so...well-prepared. I think next year I'll rent a space so I can sell some stuff and make money. $_$ ^_^
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Ablablablabla.
Dear People Who Are Kind Enough to Read My Blog,
Hi. I'm having a nice time at home soaking up all the Grey's Anatomy's episodes. Damn. I cannot believe I watched 6 45-minute epidsodes in a whole afternoon. Meredith Grey reminds me of Jennifer Aniston. Dr. Derek McDreamy Shepard looks like Mr. Murali to me. Please don't ask me why, he just does. Personally I like Cristina cos she's got attitude. Sarcastic too...
Well, the point is I'm so addicted to it right now. Just dying to watch the 3rd, 4th and 5th seasons... I mean, pregnant guy, bomb in patient's chest, fork in neck, brain surgery....how do the producers of the show think of such things?
Besides that I'm going to vist my cousin in Australia tomorrow....can't wait, haven't seen them in a while. Well, quite a long while. If I can get any pics I'll put it up here.
Peace, people. Enjoy your holidays. =P
Hi. I'm having a nice time at home soaking up all the Grey's Anatomy's episodes. Damn. I cannot believe I watched 6 45-minute epidsodes in a whole afternoon. Meredith Grey reminds me of Jennifer Aniston. Dr. Derek McDreamy Shepard looks like Mr. Murali to me. Please don't ask me why, he just does. Personally I like Cristina cos she's got attitude. Sarcastic too...
Well, the point is I'm so addicted to it right now. Just dying to watch the 3rd, 4th and 5th seasons... I mean, pregnant guy, bomb in patient's chest, fork in neck, brain surgery....how do the producers of the show think of such things?
Besides that I'm going to vist my cousin in Australia tomorrow....can't wait, haven't seen them in a while. Well, quite a long while. If I can get any pics I'll put it up here.
Peace, people. Enjoy your holidays. =P
Friday, November 21, 2008
Ahhhhhhh......
Well, I've only got AO maths paper 2 and malay to go so life is good right now. And i'm gonna post another part of the pirate story.
and i want to say: if i were a guy, i want to be tall and moderately good looking so i can enjoy the feeling of having girls crowd around me. XD
Pirate story:
“Miere. Arla.”
The sisters froze in mid-step, slowly searching for the source of that dull voice. They saw Seth standing a little way behind them, face as expressionless as ever, neither smile nor scowl adorning the straight line of a mouth.
“Good evening, Captain,” the girls said, curtseying.
“Good evening. I will ask: How are you girls here?”
“F-fine.”
“Good. There is no reason to dislike this place, is there?”
“N-no...”
“Very well.” With that fragment, he turned away, taciturn as ever. Miere and Arla watched his stiff gait as he ambled away.
***
Iki laughed a careless laugh that bounced off the girls’ faces into the sky.
“You can’t cook?” he asked incredulously. “And you work in a restaurant?”
“Don’t laugh! I’m serious,” Miere pressed, trying not to laugh as well.
“How can you stand it?” Not knowing how the food you serve is prepared?” Mik interjected.
“Our point exactly,” Arla replied.
“You have to learn how to cook. It’s essential for survival. Well, a more comfortable survival,” Darien’s low voice cut in.
“All right! We got it already!” Miere cried in frustration. “If you’re so good, teach us!”
“Fine,” said Iki, and darted off into the bowels of his ship only to return with a small wok and a cylinder with a tripod-like structure attached.
“My lovely portable gas cooker,” Iki said, lighting a match in the presence of the gas. Flames appear. Balancing the wok on the tripod stand, he poured a swirl of oil. Soon the little pool of oil let off a fiery sizzle.
At this point Mik passes some chopped onions and garlic to Iki. The familiar fragrance permeated the air. Iki nimbly hopped over to the ship and retrieved a net full of mussels, grey-green shells reflecting the glaring sunlight. He produced a spatula and tossed the spices, before throwing in the mussels and adding a splash of seawater.
The mussel shells sprang open, shrivelled flesh absorbed the seawater, becoming plump. After some more tossing, Iki handed the girls a mussel each. They were full of flavour, and salty juices oozed from them.
“That’s it?” Arla asked. “So simple?”
‘Pretty much.” Iki shrugged. “But this is just stir-fry. We don’t really boil things, but that’s easy too. Just put food in a pot with water, cover it, and leave it for a while.”
Miere and Arla still couldn’t believe how easy it was. Cooking demystified. It had before seemed a nearly magical act, but now it all boiled down to simple skill. Why wouldn’t Captain Seth let them touch the stove then?
and i want to say: if i were a guy, i want to be tall and moderately good looking so i can enjoy the feeling of having girls crowd around me. XD
Pirate story:
“Miere. Arla.”
The sisters froze in mid-step, slowly searching for the source of that dull voice. They saw Seth standing a little way behind them, face as expressionless as ever, neither smile nor scowl adorning the straight line of a mouth.
“Good evening, Captain,” the girls said, curtseying.
“Good evening. I will ask: How are you girls here?”
“F-fine.”
“Good. There is no reason to dislike this place, is there?”
“N-no...”
“Very well.” With that fragment, he turned away, taciturn as ever. Miere and Arla watched his stiff gait as he ambled away.
***
Iki laughed a careless laugh that bounced off the girls’ faces into the sky.
“You can’t cook?” he asked incredulously. “And you work in a restaurant?”
“Don’t laugh! I’m serious,” Miere pressed, trying not to laugh as well.
“How can you stand it?” Not knowing how the food you serve is prepared?” Mik interjected.
“Our point exactly,” Arla replied.
“You have to learn how to cook. It’s essential for survival. Well, a more comfortable survival,” Darien’s low voice cut in.
“All right! We got it already!” Miere cried in frustration. “If you’re so good, teach us!”
“Fine,” said Iki, and darted off into the bowels of his ship only to return with a small wok and a cylinder with a tripod-like structure attached.
“My lovely portable gas cooker,” Iki said, lighting a match in the presence of the gas. Flames appear. Balancing the wok on the tripod stand, he poured a swirl of oil. Soon the little pool of oil let off a fiery sizzle.
At this point Mik passes some chopped onions and garlic to Iki. The familiar fragrance permeated the air. Iki nimbly hopped over to the ship and retrieved a net full of mussels, grey-green shells reflecting the glaring sunlight. He produced a spatula and tossed the spices, before throwing in the mussels and adding a splash of seawater.
The mussel shells sprang open, shrivelled flesh absorbed the seawater, becoming plump. After some more tossing, Iki handed the girls a mussel each. They were full of flavour, and salty juices oozed from them.
“That’s it?” Arla asked. “So simple?”
‘Pretty much.” Iki shrugged. “But this is just stir-fry. We don’t really boil things, but that’s easy too. Just put food in a pot with water, cover it, and leave it for a while.”
Miere and Arla still couldn’t believe how easy it was. Cooking demystified. It had before seemed a nearly magical act, but now it all boiled down to simple skill. Why wouldn’t Captain Seth let them touch the stove then?
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