I Have The I-Will-Die-If-I-Do-Homework Disease

Yesterday (Monday), I woke up after a dream about Fira's wedding. Everyone were to race to her wedding. I started off in an abandoned mall. On the road I met up with lots of other people like Shau and hitched rides, ran, rode bikes and climbed mountains to finally reach a secluded village where Fira's white, minimist bungalow was. What a scary way to attend a wedding. The journey was the most exciting though, we went to a lot of places before finally reaching the wedding party. So my maid tried waking me up at 9. I brushed her off. At 10 and 11 too. I brushed her off on those two occasions as well. The dream was one of those adventurous ones. I love adventures. I was the first to reach the wedding party, at night. It skipped to the next morning and I noticed how Fira's place was so beautiful. Marble flooring, porcelain deco, wow. Very white. There was the greener garden, yeah. I can't remember much. But I haven't had such a nice dream in a while already. Don't ask me who the groom was, I didn't even get to see Fira in the whole dream.

Today I had about 11 hours of sleep, methinks. I slept at 4 am till 3:30 pm ... no kidding. Okay, I was kidding. I woke at 12 something, watched some CSI, some Scare Tactics, some Oprah Winfrey show, some British music videos (I liked Sugababes' Push The Button) - basically, a parade of random programmes. Then there was the commercial that Dr Oz will be making his last appearance in Oprah's show tonight, so I wept for the emotion that was there. Aww. Too bad I couldn't make it for the Dr Oz special episode, I was at Science tuition. So after TV, like, about 2 pm, I slumped down on a portable mattress in the living room and lazed the hours away. Eventually I fell asleep again. Ugh.

Later I finally picked myself up for shower, then just as I switched on my DS, my father came home and alerted me of Indonesian guests. They came while I was in the Underground, so I was forced to let the game run while being charged. The guests (the teens only really) were childhood friends whom I can't even assign proper names to anymore. Well, we chatted a bit in Indonesian (they were surprised I managed to master the language, being never-officially-educated after all) ... they asked me why I can't go to Jakarta this year, I said this year I am 'ludes'-ed. 'Ludes' means broke. Kinda like a slang. They also asked why I didn't follow my mom and sis to Kalimantan this holiday (I know I never mentioned it). Well, there was an embargo put on me since PMR is coming up. And I haven't studied :P ... Anyways, my mom and sis left last Friday at 3 in the morning (I stayed up on Thursday night just to say my farewells). I always weep at farewells, this one was no exception. Especially being fuelled by a certain scene in the manga Steel Ball Run. The part where Johnny tearfully chose to save Gyro's life over the treasured Saint's body parts. IIRC, the chapter was "The Promised Land Sugar Mountain", Part 3. So one of the visitting teens offered to buy Indonesian manga for me - I can order from her through MSN now - yay! Then I added everyone in Facebook and ka-blam they had to go. 

Yesterday I also found out that the creator of the (in)famous Crayon Shin-Chan, Yoshito Usui, had died while hiking. Our world lost another of its best. His manga was the type that can just brand a smile on your face no matter how dark your days had been. LGI sincerely expresses its deepest sympathies and condolences to Usui-sensei's family and co-workers. R.I.P

The song, "Turn Around, Look At Me" is one awesome love song. But it made me so paranoid, now I always look around, feeling that ghosts are around. This is mainly because the way it was used in Final Destination 3 made it seem like a stalker's creed. I mean, the first few lines are like:
"There is someone
Walking behind you
Turn around
Look at me.
There is someone
Watching your footsteps
Turn around
Look at me ..."
But to counter that, I have ... the ED for Hana Kimi, "PEACH" by Otsuka Ai! It's so vibrant and cheery! Nevertheless, the creepy/romantic song by The Vogues that's hitting me with paranoia is very much worth listening to. Pure goodness.

Last night, for some reason, while waiting for some webpages to load, I went over to my One Piece tab. And I received a great surge of One Piece energy that was so great, I actually started reading it full-force. I sped from the tearful end of the Sabaody Archipelago arc where the crew got separated up until mid-Impel Down arc. It was that awesome. I expected the Amazon Lily arc to be boring, but unexpectedly, I found it a page-turner. Finally, the killer arc. Impel Down. It was SO ... SUPER. I cannot even begin to describe it. First off, my blood was like, rushing. Reunion with old villains. Buggy, Mr 3, Bon Clay. Whoa. Later, when Luffy was poisoned by Magellan, Bon Clay said another one of those killer lines when asked why he had to help Luffy. "We are friends! There's no need for any other reason!" One Piece. You. Rock. Please don't end! Later when Iva injected Luffy with the hormones, Mr 2 (Bon Clay) stayed outside and cheered Luffy on without resting. He was THAT awesome! And Daryl didn't tell me! The whole time I played "BRAND NEW WORLD" on my computer, to further encourage the rush. Finally, today I finished things up till the latest chapter. Mr 2's selfless sacrifice at the end ... was most noteworthy. From now on, I seriously respect transvestites. They may even better than other guys. Like certain classmates. Now all the focus is on the Marineford battle. If anything, I want the Straw Hat crew to come immediately, or for Moria to be beaten to a bloody pulp by anyone. I can't wait for the Straw Hats to return stronger than ever. Here are my speculations:

Zoro - Learns Haki since he may train with Perona by trying to cut her ghosts.
Sanji - Learns Okama Kenpo to further expand his movepool.
Nami - Learns a lot more meteorological skills from her stay in Weatheria.
Usopp - Beetle-based moves? I mean, his sling-staff is called Kabuto, and one his attacks is Hissatsu Atlas Suisei, based on Atlas beetles. Not to mention he is with a guy in a beetle mask now ...
Robin - Rokushiki. The people who saved her in the end looked suspiciously like Lucci, Kaku and Jyabura.
Franky - New mechanical abilities, and he may potentially upgrade the Sunny since he is at a technological island now.
I am unsure about Brook and Chopper though, but since they are my favorites, I really hope they will get super strong.

After Hana Kimi, I'm going upstairs :P

Live Long, Die Fast

I'm … down with fever. Hopefully it lasts till Wednesday at least so I can skip school tuition on Tuesday. It started this afternoon when I suddenly felt real cold while playing my DS in an air-conditioned room. I guess I really shouldn't have gone swimming last night when I am already coughing. Anyway, I've taken medication, so I should be fine. I tried mixing Sprite with salt. It's really quite refreshing and cooling. Besides taking the custom Sprite, I also went for badminton, as usual. I let out a lot of perspiration, which is good for countering fevers. I played till quite late due to our new program, Night Stalker. It can only be done at night when we only use our hearing and estimation to identify the position of the incoming shuttlecock. It's a pretty nifty training to hone one's senses and reflexes. In case you were wondering – yes, I named it after the American serial killer Richard Ramirez. After coming home, I had an Icebun. I really made up the name – it's just ice cream in a burger bun. Mine was peppermint and yam ice cream – yammy (this pun is actually an original of mine)! My favorite flavor for nearly everything has always been peppermint. I like naming characters in my stories Mint, my close friends call me Mint and it's really quite a … cool name! There's actually a reason to it besides the fact that I crave peppermint. You see, back in 5^th grade, I invented quite the prime communication system in class during the second half of the school year. It's the MoCoBu (pronounced moh-koh-boo), which is short for Mobile Communication Book. Basically, I have this really neat notebook that I use as some sort of a forum … or chatbook, as the others called it. In the first few pages there are rules and stuff. The rest are basically messages that we write down while passing the book through the class. There is a separate book, the Office (the first book mentioned is the Chatroom) – where people register down their personal profiles first and pick their personal username before they are able to use the chatbook. So, I called myself bad-mint-on, after the one and only sport I don't suck in doing. Everyone else in the chatbook refers to me as Mint, and obviously I am the administrator. People who broke rules are banned, though that rarely happened. And after watching the Galaxy Angel anime, I am further convinced that Mint would make a good name. Thus, I am really into that name. The system was cancelled in 6^th grade, since most of the regulars are no longer in our class (in 6^th grade we 6^th-graders were split into two classes – Red for those weak in studies and Yellow for the higher-ups). I really hate that because I had to make new friends all over and I have quite a few really close friends in Red class. Those new classmates that were from Yellow before 6^th grade are pretty stuck-up and annoying. Anyway, I was seated with this girl who really loathed me because I was extremely annoying. Eh, by the end of the year, she's already a friend. Yeah, I'm known to be able to press people over time to become friends.

These days I've been doing some underappreciated charity work in class. Basically, I am naming everyone's chairs so that identification is easy and they won't get them mixed up by writing on the chairs with Helena, my correction liquid. I myself am quite particular about this matter – I don't like using others' chairs, so I especially hate it whenever I came back to class just to find my chair gone. Anyway, this is the current roster of named chairs:

Wilson – Clarissa

Brandon – Barbara

Alfred – Zephyra

Karen – Gustaf

Philemon – Potpourri (I thought it's po-pu-ri, Phil)

Sharon – Seymour

Michael – Eve

Dawn – Enson

James – Jessica

Lester – Fatima (be honored, Lester, for you are sitting on Luminous Arc 2's Shadow Frost Witch)

Jocelyn – Halibut

I've been thinking of naming Susan's Kristoph. For some reason, the really boring people like Jordan, Jessy etc. doesn't want their chairs named. Oh well, it's their loss, not my problem. And there are those who are constantly complaining (Philemon & Jocelyn) - Phil mainly because he is one of the boring types but at least he gave in (reluctantly) – not knowing that he is sitting on the Verdure Witch. I chose Potpourri for him as their personalities are so damn alike! Yeah, I mean, they're selfish, pompous, annoying, arrogant and stuck-up cute, popular, sociable and stylish. Jocelyn just doesn't like the name Halibut. It's quite catchy to me (Hairy Butt), and the fact that there's no need to care so long as you can identify your own chair. Relax and breathe people. I personally intended to give not-so-pretty names, like Barbara, Enson etc. so bear with it. And those like Phil should appreciate their really cute names, geez. To those like Jordan though, stop acting like you are so mature and realistic. I was so happy when Jordan sat on Brandon's chair, just to get Brandon to say, "Why are you sitting on my Barbara!? Get off my Barbara!" and Jordan's mouth went a-gaping. IN-YURH-FACE, Jordan Teng. If you think I'm immature, you're practically insulting your own friend Brandon too. Also, he tries to act more mature during English class's War of the Sentences with his most disappointing line ever: "It's just a game." No, you just lack competitiveness, Jordan. Sports are also games, so why were the people who were close to attaining the Gold Medal in the Olympics but failed all so emotional? Get a grip of the real reality. If you are never serious in anything, eh, Vivi literally casted his Doomsday spell on you. I am not dissing Jordan, but just advising. It also hurt me pretty deep as a gamer and for all the other gamers in the world – we put effort into playing games, and we reap up knowledge and skills. It's like all that was for naught. Especially things that really took a lot of effort like beating Yiazmat in FFXII, getting to Level 9999 in NIS games etc. And what about the game developers who earn money from developing games? Maybe I am just a tad bit over-sensitive, but yeah, I was severely offended. Of course War of the Sentences (WotS) is nothing like that, but still. Please, very pretty please, don't team up with me just to hog the team down with your ennui. As a word of note, I never liked group assignments. You have to work with people, and that's very hard for me. Most of the time you can't trust your teammates (I've finally been enlightened to this fact after the past years being repeatedly disappointed when doing rehearsals for plays etc.). This is especially annoying when you yourself are fully committed with doing the job/project. Even my parents are irritated now. Whenever I say there's a group meeting at someone's house, they'll be objecting non-stop since it's ALWAYS a waste of petrol and time, but I will still argue for the sake of the group. It's really not worth it. The only time I am actually satisfied was last year when I was doing the project for History with Alfred and Co. at his house. Luqman didn't attend our meeting, but he still did his job well. We managed to finish way earlier than the other groups and I can't say I am disappointed in them at all. In fact, they can be trusted. I also love the group assignments way back in ELC – the results are always capable of making me content. In 5^th grade I directed and wrote a play in ELC for the first time ever and it was a huge success. Everyone took heed of my advices with voices, costumes, script, and some even improvised. The best thing of all, they took good care of the props I provided. When I brought my swords to Lodge however, they were swiftly broken up by jerks. If there's any source of my bitterness other than my father, it's Lodgians. Well, just most of them. At least there are still people like Dawn or Eugene. I just don't really like people, I totally hate crowds, and I don't think I'll ever like people much. Quoting Edward Morrison, "If there is evil, it lurks in the hearts of men" (I'm not sure it's completely correct, I typed that from memory). But humans aside, there are still friends – exalted humans whom I can seek solace in. For that, I am very grateful. However, what is this world without the presence of scum?

Taking Pride From Fear

I've been having repeated nightmares lately. They pose as useful alarm clocks though, if you see nightmares the other way round. The only thing worrying me this time is the fact that in all 3 nightmares a few days ago, I just narrowly escaped murderers. I'm not sure, but it could mean an omen. The first nightmare is pretty obscure by now ... I was stuck in a lift with a stranger which the dream-me recalls as a repeat murderer ... and also my maternal family was in the lift as well. The lift was large and spacious, and the walls were harshly bleached white, and there was dim lighting. Somehow there was a stack of buckets in the corner of the lift. My dream-me flashes back on reading a news article - the repeat murderer likes to instantly decapitate his victim's neck ... but he won't if the victim smeared his neck with sodium beforehand. Okay, for some reason, I was able to consciously command the dream-me to search the buckets for sodium (I don't even know what sodium is ... wait I think I remember) ... as with video game theory, "There's always a solution prepared ... just look for it." Then I see myself in a wooden lodge ... asking around ... just to found out that a whole ballroom of people have been enitrely decapitated single-handedly. Later I found a video tape containing one of the murder scenes. As the tape starts up, I woke up. I'm not sure how was it supposed to be scary as well ... I guess the reason has been buried deep inside my mind.

Next nightmare. I seem to be living in some western country. I have a bitchy (LGI.com supports liberal usage of words) older sister. Either she's my older sister, or she's a classmate/senior. Anyways, I was constantly bullied in the school I was in. Only when the end of the dream 
draws near do things start getting really bad. It was after a nighttime party. Prom or birthday party, I have no idea. Anyways, I stumbled into my sister/classmate at a park nearby with one of her girlfriends. We talked a bit until my sister/classmate's boyfriend showed up, and we talked more. Suddenly, I spotted someone sporting a chainsaw running out of a nearby building. The boyfriend ran away. The girls and dream-me rushed past chainsaw-dude towards the building he came from (for whatever reason, I am clueless). I got in first and locked the door. Outside my sister/classmate banged on the door - then she got hacked with the chainsaw from the back. I thought I was safe inside. I turned away from the door just to see the chainsaw-dude inside, his free hand dragging the girlfriend. I think he might have brought her in through a side entrance or something. Anyways I woke up at that point. I did see the murderer clearly though. He had dreadlocks as his choice of pompadour, and he was kinda tanned. He had a bare upper torso with ragged white trousers. A bit lean but muscular. It was horribly scary, that dream.

The third dream. The most surreal. The dream kicked off with me among a group of my year's boys heading to some hotel via a Japanese-style rock garden. I see Ms Elaine and another woman ... then for no obvious reason at all, I passed out. I woke up in a mall. Again without reason, dream-me started browsing massage chairs. I think he saw something, and he immediately started off towards the escalators, where I can see some of my grade school teachers. I think ... the hotel might be in the upper floors of the mall. I've been to the Jakarta Ritz-Carlton, and it's situated right with the Pacific Place mall, so it seems highly plausible. The most reasonable situation I can think of that I held a reunion party as adult Wilson. That must be the case. But the dream-me was smaller than I am now. The scene was disrupted with a transition to the hotel halls ... carpetted lavishly in red and gold. I was trying to reach the party venue while fleeing from a white-haired youth. He seemed intent on killing me, whatever his motive was. We both shared a conversation like we are assassins who worked together ... perhaps I angered him in some way. We are both capable of 'rooming' (I made up the term) - creating rooms on bare walls. I created closets and all to hide ... but he was always capable of finding me. In the end I created a really large public toilet with a royal design. I hid in one of the stalls. I can hear him opening the door to my Room. Strangely, I was able to see him ... he was eyeing the contents of the Room. I predicted that he would start checking the stalls, but he didn't. He went away later ... and dream-me was still too terrified to move out. Later, White-Hair came to the Room again, and said, "I'll let you off this time." Or something else along that line, yeah. Dream broadcast ends. Oh wait, before it ended, I saw Ms Elaine looking annoyed at me, with her assistant-role-playing-woman beside her. Beats me who the latter was.

Dreams ... are severely bizarre. Certain nightmares are more bizarre than it is scary. Like last time, I was in school when everyone started becoming berserk and committing 
mass suicide. There were lifts where the Music Room was supposed to be, and I managed to evacuate the school with Derrick and a few other people on a wooden transportation ... looked like a wheelbarrow with its size exaggerated. Cliffhanger ending, people. I never knew what befell the Dream counterparts of Wilson and Derrick. It was disturbing, at the very least. People were jumping down to the school garden head-first. Maybe it was a virus of some sort. Either that or the suicidals were on extreme doses of hallicinogen. I sometimes wish these things really do occur. I want that missing spark of life. 
The pumping adrenaline. Life is too boring. Too normal. I'd even prefer the plain Normal-type Pokemons over normal life. Oh wait, at least my life isn't too normal. It's too normally hectic. I hope that was understandable. Lots of problems, my life. But I wish they weren't so soap opera-ish. But even if they aren't, they're still PROBLEMS. I want something EXCITING. And problems 
have never came across me as exciting before. Ugh.

Exercise is going well! The other day I demanded a match in the midst of a really light drizzle for the extra terrain effect - raindrops that can dampen a shuttlecock's movement.Very fun. Street badminton was always fun. No rules. No restrictions. Just a wide road and a bumper 
serving as the border. Play badminton however you like. My style is a quirky mix of dance (fast with serving and maneuvers), baseball (power serve), volleyball (low receives, spiking and smash-cancelling) and kendo (middle, power receives). Street badminton is the sports version of Audition Online's Crazy Freestyle mode, if you ask me. My flaw is that I never really consider the direction in which I receive the shuttlecock - constantly causing it to fall into the drain or onto a roof. After awhile I got fed up with the endless shuttlecock
casualties, so I invented something new should it go dead again. Of course, this new program makes use of my partner, Chai Ming Xi (from now onwards I'm dubbing him Mynci in my blog, after the Neopet of the same name. And yes, he has a Mynci himself in Neopets.com). He has ride around on his bike while I will have to chase him down and touch him thrice with my racket. It proves to be good exercise! Today I managed to sprint up to his bike and finally smacked  (gently) him thrice - my first victory against him in Bike Stryker (I named the sport). A supportive friend is very good! If I was studying in his school I'd be more than glad to participate in badminton (doubles) since we have good compatibility. I still prefer single battles, of course, but I feel less secure, especially if in front of many (haha).

Ah! I'm only one tankobon short of The Law Of Ueki Plus! Anyone has Vol. 5?

Music Is My Hot Hot Sex

There were a multitude of alienated people, all with their own purposes. Those looking for gifts. Those looking for a read. Those window-shopping. Those working for money. All making up society. And we are just a fragment of all the people. Hmm, I'm not 
writing a new story or anything ... it's just a spontaneous musing today while I was at MPH. I guess I'll be doing a more orderly flashback, so I'll start with the food sale report.

Okay, so this morning I went to the charity food sale at Lions' Nursing Home ... reached there around 9:20, much to my dismay (it's my sister's fault) as I had wanted to arrive when it starts. As expected, Mr Willie did go ... yeah, he is so nice a person, it would be weird if he 
isn't doing charity, especially since it's such a short walk from his residence. Ha. A reminder for Seba-kun: I didn't go there just for THAT *ahem ahem* reason. I've been attending charity functions for quite a while 
now. See, freethinkers aren't all that bad. Anyways, according to Seba's report, Mr Willie left before I arrived. Yay. I was like, O|-|_ ... yeah, a totally orzzy moment. Seba why didn't you help me get a photo or something!? Anyways, the food sale was okay, I guess. Mostly I bought from Nadia & Co. ... well, duh, it's obvious you'd support those you are acquainted with. Though seriously if they wanted to reap maximum profit from me they should've added all sorts of buns, pastries, Japanese stuff and cut down on the sweet stuff like chocolate brownies. Eww. I can't stand much choc ... I feel uneasy with it. I guess there are only 3 bloggers from 2A who are going to cover this event - namely Nadia, Seba and myself (duh, ain't I doing it now?) ... sadly Phil didn't manage to go ... boo. It'll be a 4-way coverage! Awesome. Well, it's just that each one of us views things differently, so seeing things through each other's eyes kinda fun. I tend to cover the more unique stuff that people in my school don't blog about at other 
times though. After my driver (chauffeur is a word too elegant to be used here) came back after having his breakfast at who-knows-where, I immediately retrieved the greeting card I forgot from the car and asked Seba to 
guide me to Daddy's house to complete the delivery. En route, we engaged combat with multiple Wild Hounds and finally had a fight against the boss, Cerberus, just outside Daddy's house. Seba fought with bare fists while I held my own with a plastic bag containing food. After the battle I healed our injuries with Fruit Jelly that I had in my inventory at that time. Sadly, reality (which Jessy endears so much) isn't that exciting. Basically, we just tried steering clear away from dogs. Life is such a killjoy. A partypooper. A big time drag. Blah, I'm so sick of it I don't feel sick anymore. Can a car just slam into me and get me into some kind of a deep coma so I can dream of myself in a fantasy world forever? And hopefully all doctors are so pathetic they can never recover me from unconsciousness. Okay, minus the car-slam-into-me part, I hate pain. Anyway, Wilson's super-duper-fantastic-brilliant-genius-magnificent plan has succeeded! ... Do they even check their mailbox? Should I have just thrown the envelope into the porch? Will the Vios run it down if I do so? Why is the porch so bare? They could use a good designer like me, I design awesome homes in The Sims. If I don't cut it as a writer, I can always be a home designer! I'll be more famous than 
Eric from Casa Impian! I'd actually have a much better TV programme!
Jessy: "Why do you dream so big!?"

After the sale, Wiru-kun hit The Spring. A lame hypermarket, yeah. But my sister insisted. Well, it's an opportunity to check on MPH. Seems they've got a restock on the Twilight series. Initially I was looking forward to purchasing another book by Murakami-sensei, but then I went off browsing self-help books instead. Marriage, parenting and all that are very important to be planned early, so yeah, that's me, a family complex. According to Jocelyn and Jonathan, I do go overboard with my obsession for happy families. So I either checked those type of books or those on astrology. I have immense belief in astrology, as so far it never failed to sway from achieving its predictions. The music CDs in MPH suck ... they are either children music, Christian music or worse, hymns. If one wants a hymn, best just get one off a RPG's soundtrack. They're much better, I tell you. Then I tried looking for the exact same stationery that Daddy uses. I couldn't even find a thing. So I end up finding things to prepare for Dawn's Christmas gift, and also relented to giving PC games a try ... I bought Uru: Complete Chronicles. Boo, it's such a disappointment. Right, the conclusion is: PC games suck, online or not. As usual, I also bought Yaiba since there was a new release waiting for me on the shelves. Two more volumes and the series ends (I believe in this sense 'series' is singular? Oui?).

I'm fairly interested in the PS2 horror game, Kuon. Anyone unable to appreciate that gem, feel free to barter or sell it to me. Spells and summoning in a Japanese horror. Epic win. From gameplay vids I'd say the game is pretty intriguing, disturbing and worth the buy. Okay, every other local gamers, this is your golden to get earn some money by selling to me the following games (if you have it of course):
JoJo's Bizarre Adventure (PSX)
Revelations: Persona (PSX)
Persona 2: Eternal Punishment (PSX)
Silent Hill 2 (PS2)
Silent Hill 3 (PS2)
Tales of Destiny 2 (PS2) (JPN)
Tales of Rebirth (PS2) (JPN)
And yes Jordan Teng, I've found Silent Hill when you were talking so big about I will be unable of finding it in the city anymore. Why don't you just sell me SH 2 & 3!? You're not really into games anyway ... you don't even remember the names of MAIN PROTAGONISTS. Wow. But then again it's your own right to have a collection that you don't even care about, so ... whatever.

I've finished 3 (THREE) arcs of JJBA at once! Stardust Crusaders, Diamond Is Unbreakable and Golden Wind/Vento Aureo all taken down at once! And I want to go to Italy. Overall I like DIU the most, and the ending was kinda bittersweet, plus particularly sad for Hayato and his mother. The final battle, Josuke & Okuyasu & Hayato VS Yoshikage & Yoshihiro & Erba Gatta was epic, hands-down. However the rest of the boys disappointed me (Rohan, Koichi and Jotaro) for not participating but just gave a little aid near the end, and that was only Koichi who held down Yoshikage's hand and Jotaro who stopped time. Rohan virtually did nothing. Bummer, and he was one of the cooler characters. I also expected Joseph, Yuuya, Mikitaka and Yukako to help out in the final battle but they didn't even APPEAR. In DIU, my fav protagonist is Fungami Yuuya (Stand: Highway Star), I don't have a fav villain in DIU. In SC, I like Iggy (Stand: The Fool) the most, for villains I'd choose Terence T. D'Arby (Stand: Atum). Golden Wind was seriously kickass, and so far Giorno's my favorite main protagonist among the main protagonists (Jonathan, Joseph, Jotaro, Josuke, Giorno, Jolyne, Gyro, Johnny) of their respective arcs. Though if only Jolyne's Stand (Stone Free) was more interesting, I'd prefer her. Anyways, Giorno still isn't my fav protagonist overall, counting the minor ones. I prefer Narancia Ghirga (Stand: Aerosmith) over him. If Narancia doesn't exist, I'd still have another person to like more than Giorno, Trish Una (Stand: Spice Girl). In terms of villains in GW, I like Doppio (Stand: King Crimson) and Risotto Nero (Stand: Metallica)! Now I'm reading the very first arc, featuring Jonathan Joestar. There are no Stands! Argh!

What!? It's not even 9 yet? Wow, that's surprising. Anyhow, I like the rain ... Silver Lining is the best song currently for rainy weather enjoyment. Hoorah for Rilo Kiley! And the new band I tried, Cansei de Ser Sexy (literally, "I'm Tired Of Being Sexy) isn't so good but not too bad. This post's title will not be a PTC, considering how easy it is. Remember, only guess if the title's listed on the PTC roster. Lastly, Wiru-kun acted as if he knows so much of Daddy already so took the MyPersonality.info quiz in 
his stead -.- ...



The Verbal/Linguistic intelligence seems to be of too low a percentage for a language teacher. Yeah, well, it's proof that I don't know him enough yet. Don't ask me where I got that pic. I sure like the Personality Type result though.

p. s. Sure there are pics from the food sale. Just wait please.

Come On Eileen

Let us congratulate our first winner in my blog - Brenda Sia-chan! Feel free to visit our winner's blog! She won a sandwich. With black cherry jam. I experimented it through my usual trial and error method XP ... turns out better than it looks. Worth the money, I guess. She guessed it right - Teenage Wasteland is a song. However I listen to a version that isn't sung by the band she mentioned ... I listened to The Who's. It's also the version
used as CSI: NY's theme song.



Must thank Kevin for teaching me how to use Print Screen when everyone else's too selfish ... *cough* Kyc *cough* Anyway, I'm really glad there are still people in this world who don't just toss around the phrase "Sharing is caring" while donning lucid hypocrisy. The usual sure-fail technique my classmates use against
Mr C. Calling him C instead of Cammy is actually cuter. Or maybe it's just because of my Chloe Valens fandom. She's an in-game character with the nickname 'C'. To think I'm taking my English teacher to the same level as Chloe ... uh, maybe I should reconsider and stick with Cammy. Let's do a comparison. Konpari taimu!

Chloe Valens from Tales Of Legendia

      
  

VS

Mr Camillus Choo from Lodge Secondary School


(image ripped from James' blog)

I'd be killed by every other Chloe fan for this comparison. Sorry. Guess I'll stick with Cammy then. Much safer,
it is. The winner's pretty obvious huh? Even if we're not comparing looks, Cammy'd be sliced & diced to his inevitable death in the hands of Chloe and her trusty blade (depends on what you have her equipped). =.="

I started listening to Sex Pistols. And they'd make a great Stand name. Who knows what its powers are if there's such a Stand ... * looks at the dirty-minded boys * ... sadly however, such a Stand already exist in JoJo's Bizarre Adventure. In the 5th arc, Golden Wind/Ougon no Kaze. It is used by Guido Mista, one of the protagonists, and no, its/'their' ability does not cater to the dirty-minded rascals. Instead, the author focused more on the 'Pistols' part.



Ain't so clear, yeah, so just go to Wikipedia, then search for 'Stand (JoJo)'. You can even read about EVERY Stand that've appeared so far. Ok, not every, most. They missed out Jail House Rock, Under World and Bohemian Rhapsody for arc 6 (Stone Ocean) and arc 7 isn't finished yet. Starting from arc 4 (Diamond Is Unbreakable), all Stands are named after music references. Sex Pistols is one.

There's one blog that I know. Owned by a boy my age. It's seriously getting on my nerves. By spamming 'fuck'. What is it with him? Is the word THAT kewl? Even minor, crappily short posts are expanded lots by the massive, excessive, endless spammage that appears to be used in the least suitable parts. Added to the fact that he isn't emo but tries to make himself seem an emo in his blog. *pukes* ... Major FAIL. None of my business, sure, just a suggestion that if you want to make a good blog, foul spams will just make your blog feel irritating.

Oh yeah, do check again the post Cross Fire Hurricane. I've described my ability, Breakthrough and Chilli's Stand in a much more detailed way. Also altered his Stand's name, and switched its 
Strength and Speed. I'd say, his Stand is truly an original masterpiece and kind of versatile. I think I'd make an awesome director for Heroes. I wish I have the channel Star. Then I can finally watch the show to see if the superpowers are as great as Stands' and as creative.

Last night I was watching the Singaporean soap opera on Astro AEC, Metamorphosis. So there's this fugly guy (like me), who's always rejected by others (like me) although he never really did anything wrong (like me), he just got treated badly and differently for his looks (like me). So he raped, tortured and decapitated two women into many pieces who looked down on him, underestimated him, he says. In my opinion, that will make society look down on you more, for being fugly AND a murderer. For fugly people, the best choice is to show what you can do and try WAY harder than others to make your self-value shine. Guess some are just too dumb. Well, I'm going to prove myself (to Willie Liew and my parents especially) through my writing (hopefully). Sharon and William gave me so much support, I just can't help but try not to disappoint them. Thanks guys, for being around when you are needed.

I am playing The Sims 2: Pets after a long time. I made a new family ... The Liew family. Muar hahaha. The father is Willie Liew, and I made the Sim model so similar to the real Willie, though I can't get the facial hair to be as obscure as the real Willie's. The hairstyle is a perfect match. I got him real spiffy clothes that just exude the essence of pure KEWL. The mother is my mother, ho, just with me acknowledging her surname to be Liew. I made her Sim self don red & gold apparel, really awesome. The son is me, Wilson Liew, ho ho ho, and looks much better than me in
fact. The truth is, all the available hairstyles are so different from mine ... and the fattest size a Sim can get is nowhere near my size. Don't expect a daughter. Do expect a daughter-in-law though. Just that it isn't QQ Liew. I named her Quistis Liew. And so, a maniacal teen with a family complex went on to feast on his desires within a virtual world ..... man, that's just sick. Thankfully the Pets expansion pack is more child-friendly. So even if you get the Sims to marry and sleep with each other they don't do THAT and have babies ... I'm not too sure about the PC version though. I heard that it has a lots more stuff unavailable in the console ports. Willie and Lina is already married, however Wilson and Quistis has still ways to go because they are both so busy ... especially with Quistis getting all those job promotions. You have to see the house I designed for the family. I'm no doubt a certified interior (and exterior) designer with talent. If people don't dig my books or my bakery cafe, maybe I'll opt to that. The family has a dog. I forgot the breed, sorry, however I dressed it up real cool, with translucent azure shades and a nifty shirt, named Buster Liew. It's male (dur-urr). I made all the four human Sims sign up for jobs in different fields: Willie in Coaching (promoted once), Lina in Arts & Crafts (promoted once), Wilson in Private Tutoring (promoted once) and Quistis in Retail Marketing (promoted twice).

I went to Kuching today (!) ... which is a surprise, considering how much I loathe going to Kuching in the holidays. So there was this rich guy who's a friend of my parents. He's from Indonesia. He came here with the whole lot of his family ... and that's seriously a lot. Being a rich guy, he rented a first-class tourist bus ... =.= to visit us. So when I woke up, my parents were rushing me to get ready as they were about to arrive. They suddenly went to open up the gates and said they are already near. So I took a quick bath and only brushed my teeth without washing my face or hair. The thing that got on my nerves was that from 11:30 (when I was done changing), I waited downstairs on my computer till TWO-THIRTY. Wow. And they were NEAR. I could've gamed lots. Then they ask me to go to the city with them. Foolishly expecting a chance encounter with my idol, I went along (looking back, this isn't the first time I fall victim to my optimism), bringing along only my malfunctioning phone that screams aloud NO SERVICE the whole day and without my watch or wallet. Thankfully I got a financial restock later when we reached The Spring (kudos to my mum), however I spent the day unaware of the time. Instead of Willie Liew, I bumped into boys. Ed-bababa-ert-erd-ert, Kyc (pronounced 'kik'), Chilly-cool-chilli-yo, Shion and Der-hur-err-hic-ick. Ok. So it was Edbert, Kyc, Chilli, Daryl and Derrick respectively. We went to Sushi King. I still remembered the prices despite not having the 
receipt. IIRC, Kyc had a Tori Teriyaki Don (RM 13.90), Derrick had a Tori Katsu Curry Bowl (RM 13.90), Daryl had nothing, Edbert had 3 Ebi Tempuras (RM 9.90), Chilli had a Curry Soup Rice (RM 10.90) while I had a combo of Garlic Rice (RM 4.00) and an Okonomiyaki (RM 5.00). So I am the most money-conscious. Hehe. What sucked was that I brought the Breaking Dawn book along with me (I skipped 2 books because I'm known to be able to magically join threads of tales easily, and I was bored during the ride down, so I brought it) and left it at Sushi King. Later I headed to MPH after Chilli and Daryl left. Only then did I remember my Breaking Dawn. I went back to the restaurant. Poof. It's nowhere to be seen. People sure do their part in being dishonest these days. No announcement was made about it. I asked one of the waiters, and he said that another teen came along and took it, and since she looked my age, he thought she was taking it for me. Ugh. Dawn will be broken up (yes, the pun is intentional this time round). So I went back to MPH to look for BD. I did not mention to the others and asked them to help me look for the book to buy it again. Sadly, we weren't able to, and the staff were annoying ... they just asked us to look harder. Then Edbert left. Then Kyc and Derrick said they want to go get themselves some sushi to bring home. They said they'll come back for me. So they didn't. I bought 3 tankobons of Yaiba (volumes 8 - 10) and an English manga, Presents which is quite creepy after ransacking the whole store. The computer terminal said there were still 5 books of BD in stock, I just can't find it even in the section mentioned. I gave up, yeah. Along the road home got verbally abused. My father seems to have a prejudice against peace and quiet perhaps. The annoying part is, when outdoors he always sport a nice person image. Sucks, having a hypocrite and loser as your father.

So now I'm home. Seriously gotta redeem my lost time in Kuching. I've learned my lesson time and again. Sharon, it's not that I'm too crazy with games. It's just that I've suffered too much from going to Kuching to hang out already. It's so depressing just thinking about it. In the end I choose games, as at least you 
have meaningful fun and benefit from it. I'm driven to a dead end, see. I don't really have much choices.

p.s.: I am loving every bit of my new game, Yakuza 2. I still won't like the GTA series though, despite them being kind of similar, though overall I think the former is way better.

Cross Fire Hurricane

Last two references still remain unanswered ..... =.="

The more I age, the easier it is for me to adapt with horror films. Now I can at least watch some from the start
till the end without looking away from the screen. The most recent one was Ginger Snaps. It's quite old. Yet
still great to watch. It got really good reviews from Rotten Tomatoes, getting a whooping 91% ... which is really surprising considering how much RT aggregates with its
criticisms. The movie was worth my time actually. I like the main actress (forgot her name) who played
Brigitte. There was plenty of suspense that got my adrenaline pumpin' near the end. Overall, 4/5.

I was just done reading Train Man. So I can finally start reading Twilight. The next time I go shopping for
books I must remember to buy Breaking Dawn, for both Dawn and me, due to our pre-set deal. Also if my
budget allows, The Diving Pool, by Osada Yoko. I wanted to pick it up the other day, but Twilight coupled with Train Man already tallied more than RM 100. And RM 100 doesn't come by easily. I wish the teachers at
school will understand this one fact. Train Man was a great read. I am currently practicing ASCII art! It's kinda fun, though tough for a beginner like me.

I dig bread. I dig pastries. I love confectionaries. As if to satisfy my lust for bread, a new bakery popped up in Kuching! I'd scream "Kyaaaaaaaa~~~" about anytime now. Actually I've already been there a few times, and it's over a week old already, so it ain't much of something new to the city people, especially those who live in the Bormill area ... *cough* Michael *cough*. It's called The Gingerbread House. It's actually a bakery cafe. I've always dreamed of owning one in the future as my main profession, with writing as part-time. After I find someone to succeed my business, only then will I retire and take up full-time writing. I think TGH has a really warm, fuzzy and kind of bittersweet ambience, which is all good. I like the music that is played as well. One can even feast on their meal outdoors. The selection of food is pure delish, and so are the drinks. I recommend the Cinnamon Raisin Danish and the Yin Yang. They go well together. The one con of that place is that it lacks
space. Yeah, space. It's a good thing that a shop's popular and attract many customers, but not when the
shop's all cramped up with severely limited moving space. Whenever I'm there, I'm bound to get stuck in the 'traffic'. Even my Breakthrough's of no use. In case you don't know, Breakthrough is my natural ability to slip
past incoming obstacles. Witnesses that can prove this are students of 2B/C/D as I use Breakthrough every school day during lunch time. Given my body structure, being this flexible is kind of a surprise. Ironically, I
suck at gymnastics. Breakthrough is a special ability whereas my mind is capable of constructing the most logical path of movement of someone or something, then construct one for myself that provides the smoothest form of moving through. For example, Edbert is standing in front of a rock which is
between both of us. On the right side of the rock is a wall. So Edbert will most likely bypass the rock through the left, and that way, my muscles will spontaneously carve my body through whichever opening left with speed and efficiency. One weakness of this is when people are deliberately tring to block Breakthrough, which is possible by taking illogical paths of movement that my mind cannot predict. If I temper this ability more, it is possible to overcome this flaw. Also, it isn't a good idea to use on slippery terrain. The first time I used it on a slippery floor, I fell because swift movements are necessary. And swift movements aren't nice to you when there's little friction on the ground.

I suddenly feel like writing an acrostic poem. My random target is poor Dawn.

- Dawn Brittany Jerah -
by Wilson Liew

Dawn's my name
As you can see
Wilson's writin' bout me
Now for an intro!

Brittany's my middle name
Rings quite a glamour-filled resonance
Isn't that what you think?
To tell you the truth
There isn't much about me to know
Anyway, if you insist,
No disappointments I promise
Yummy, I love books so much I devour 'em

Jealous of my collection?
Elisa Kho's my cousin
Rawr- don't mess with her
All who did regretted it
Haha, pretty short intro much?

- end -

So cheesy, corny, and I'm sure I disappointed you. To be frank, I don't know much concerning Dawn to write about to begin with. Har. Har.

My friend, Chilli, sent in a request! He wants me to serve him up one unique, personal Stand! As I have said, my blog is INTERACTIVE, so send in requests and join mah contests, yarh? (Why am I speaking like this!?)

Name: Chilli
Stand: Fall To Pieces (Song by Avril Lavigne) (Sorry Chi I rejected your Stand name suggestion)
Abilities: FTP can produce flat, circular glowing glyphs anywhere Chilli wants. He usually produces them within something or someone. Anything on the sides 
(both front and back) will be deflected, separating them apart in a blast of invisible force
(impact of force varies depending on size of glyph created). Chi can use this to sever body parts, however it
will cause no injury at all, and the body's owner can control the separated parts at will. The latter rule excludes using the glyphs on unorganic substances, as things don't 
have their own mind to think. By undoing the glyphs, the separated parts will all merge together again with the original body. Should Chilli be able to use FTP's powers to great effect, he can easily stand his own in battle. As an example of sorts, he can produce a glyph on his wrist to blast apart him and the hand, resulting in the hand being shot forward, like a rocket fist. Given enough velocity, it can pack a punch (no pun intended). FTP's glyphs' effect also covers shapeless, non-solid substances such as liquids, or even air. This capability can be helpful when one least expects it - should Chilli or any ally fall from atall building for example, Chilli can produce a large glyph on the air below the body then quickly undo it, to propel the person up again.
Strength: B
Speed: D
Range: A
Staying: B
Precision: A
Learning: C

Dawn also wants one.

Name: Dawn Brittany Jerah
Stand: Link (Song by L'arc en Ciel)
Abilities: Link enables Dawn to basically 'link' herself to practically anything. The sole requirement is to touch the thing she wants to 'link' with and then say the word "Linkage". She can experience whatever the linked item experiences, gain the effect of the item or even use the linked item
if it's a thing. For example, Dawn can link to a book, then mentally read it no matter where she is later. Further elaborating on this, she can make use of her linking abilities greatly given the wide variety of uses. She can link herself to another person, and can easily know where he or she is. Linking with webpages is also possible, and Dawn will be notified whenever there's an 
update.
When she needs healing, she can use a linked medicine. Linkages can also be expanded to other things or
people. As an example, Dawn can link herself to a man who is wearing a jacket, then add Wilson to the linkage, so both Dawn and Wilson will experience the warmth the jacket provides. Linkages can be altered as well, usually done when Dawn wants to link negative effects to enemies. So when linking with a steaming kettle, instead of linking to herself she can choose to link it with an enemy so the foe will get burns. Dawn can mentally erase linkages at will, and also 'store' multiple linkages in her mind, enabling her to freely choose what to link with. It is possible to link with more than 1 thing at a time. In that context, Dawn can link her arm to both a bullet and a handgun, then her arm will have strength equal to that of a fired bullet.
Strength: E
Speed: A
Range: C
Staying: A
Precision: A
Learning: A

Phew ... I'm finally done. Thank you for sending in you requests, Chilli and Dawn! See you next time!