applause and cheers all, i'm not sure of the significance of this numeral alliteration[?] but i'm just making a point of this one cuz i missed out on doing so for the 200th entry.
so go on, tag like crazy to this inanimate, digital representation of izyanti.
you'd be interested to know [or not] that if you google my full name, hurhur, my name comes up third for the CAP thing in the skule webbie and later on in bern's and kass's blog. but none for me cuz my archives have gone nutso-kookoo, very much like everything electronic and gadgety in my life recently.
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recently during malay class, my teacher came into class with a woeful face. now he's generally a nice guy but can be irritatingly zealous in his opinions on religion and political conspiracies and more often than not, lacking logic as well.
and times like these, i never find myself agreeing with him so usually i do the Smart and Wise thing and shut up, occasionally nodding in a non-statement way.
well, too bad. i was cranky that day.
that day's Topic was the video of the Korean guy who got beheaded. he was all pitiful and sorrow, saying "have you seen the video? it's so horrible...it was terrible..[you get the gist]" which is all fine and generally Normal.
then he suddenly perks up, with this like, morbid energy and asks us in a serious and somber tone, "do you want to see it? i can show you, it's on the computer. or maybe i'll send it to your e-mail."
which of course, got me riled up. it just screams the media's exploitation of such a horrid event, does it not? so i told him that out of respect towards the victim and his family, it shouldn't be used for one's morbid entertainment.
he then predictably went into denial citing painful statements like They Have The Right To Know and It Happened, We Must Know What's Going On In Today's World.
well, excuse me. i think someone forgot to read the memo reminding people of the fine line between actual news and sick entertainment, and told him as much in more polite terms of course. c'mon, the website he got the video from confirms the sick nature of it all - freak(something).com
seriously, would you like it if you knew thousands of complete strangers are playing the video of your son's death over and over again? incessantly and more terribly, needlessly. what's more sickening is of course, his complete delusion.
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hurhur. here's a true Mat story. said mat is a friend's brother and for obvious reasons, their names shall remain undisclosed.
The Mat, his attempt at domestic life and the Quest for the Mat Weapon: Tapered Pants.
for several nights, the sewing machine whirred. it was not the mother nor the sister at the helm. it was in fact, Mat-boy.
unable to find the Secret Treasure-hold of Tapered Pants [and can someone tell me if there's an actual place specializing in said pants? i need to see it, to believe it], Mat-boy decided to garner his resourcefulness and embarked on a plan to Transmorgify a perfectly normal and acceptable pair of jeans into the Object of Horror.
i do not know how Mat-boy figured out how to use the sweing machine and the trials and tribulations he faced as his sister did not tell me, but surely, we can assume. that was his sheer determination to create the last object to complete his Mat ensemble. he had already of course, mastered the lingua franca. and lest others think otherwise, its faar more complicated than the cliched rilek one korner laah.
finally, the pants were completed. pride probably surged through him as he hah!-ed his home ec. teacher.
and so, he put them on.
and found them..a tidge too tight. oh dear. he wondered which of his inaccurate measurements had caused the predicament. then he wondered whether he had actually bothered to make any form of measurements.
but no matter, he thought, tight is good. they like tight. despite being horribly aesthetically-displeasing, it followed the code of Mat-ism. it didn't matter that said pants in addition to just being offensive to the senses, they also made the fat guys look like mutant chicken drumsticks and the skinny ones like anorexic cousins of said chickens.
so anyway, he probably started to feel a certain loss of blood circulation and wisely thought that it was time to get out of them.
but he couldn't. it had formed a vice grip on his thighs and refused to let go! no no, the pants cried, you must stay with me! we make The Mat, you are nothing without me - we shall assimilate to create one creature!
Mat-boy's heart panicked. he hadn't known what he had been getting into, and now his Wise but often Hiding Voice told him, you need help.
he refused at first. i must maintain my dignity!, he cried desperately, i will not, cannot, must not!
but he DID.
which was why my friend found him on the floor writhing, trying to get out of the pants that had clung on to him like shrink-wrap, stuck mid- thigh, crying help aagh they're too tight!
*snerk*
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i am happy to announce that i last friday night, at school studying, i looked over across the room [as i have been prone to do so recently *snerk*] to feel a familiar long-forgotten feeling of heady endorphin warmth.
aw man, it's just that he's so sweet and Nice Boy. not cute in the typical sense, but he has this endearing quietness about him.
haha.
and he was listening to his discman, bobbing his head. then he started doing this goofy half-dance. *beams*
to be honest, i've been *cough* innocently half-observing him for a loong time, for my own amoosement.
ah well. it's fun having a mild crush again. but like my friend says indignantly, 'i only window-shop for guys okaaaaay!'.
true for me too.
and no, don't give me the crap telling me to go talk to him lah, get to know him better cuz dearies, that is exactly what always ruins it for me. i don't want to find out what's he's really like - i like the way i see him now.
hurhur, let me just enjoy the endorphin rush.
toodles all!
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