- Update blog whenever she feels like it
- Watch out for new releases for manga (daily)
- Get 2 volumes of Japanese manga from Hakusensha or any other manga publisher
- Finish her short stories
- Back up savedata
- Survive PG and hopefully, PhD
- Complete most of her games in her game list
- Catalogue her mountain of unzipped and uncategorized manga in her desktop / hard disk
- Finish the drama that she's got in her hard disk

- (11/28) プリンスPiaキャロット [PC]
- (12/19) 放課後colorful*step ~うんどうぶ!~ [PSP]
- (12/19) 大正鬼譚 [PSP]
- (12/19) 月影の鎖 ~狂爛モラトリアム~ [PSP]
- (12/19) 剣が君 [PC]
- (12/26) Jewelic Nightmare

NB: Despite the overall static-ness of the blog, the game page is updated every now and then because gaming is something she'll never give up, ever.

Friday, October 31, 2008

Two Posts in A Day and Twenty 'Sorry'-s

Well, the previous post was just posted a few seconds ago.

Also, about the changing of the URL address...
I found it very troublesome to contact each and everyone of my friends (which doesn not include school mates), so I will be keeping my old URL. Moreover, I found it unnecessary to change it, when I'm the last one going to bed every nite.

To the people I've troubled for my sudden change, I'd like to say sorry in umm...twenty different languages.
First, a bow. __(_ _)__

Albanian- Më fal!
Bosnian- Oprostite!
Chinese- Dui bu qi!!
Danish- Undskyld!
Esperanto- Mi bedaŭras!
French- Desole!
German- Ich bedaure!
Hebrew- Slicha!
Irish (Gaelic)- Tá brón orm!
Japanese- Gomenasai
Korean- Mianhamnida
Latin- Ignosce mihi!
Malay- Maaf!
Norwegian- Unnskyld!
Polish- Przepraszam!
Russian- Prastite!
Scots- Sairy!
Tagalog-Ipagpaumanhin ninyo ako!
Ukrainian- Вибачте!
Zulu- Uxolo!

Okay then, I'll go do my chemistry now.

Monday, October 27, 2008

Murphy's Law

I just got to know what Murphy’s Law is from my Physics tutor; it’s that anything that can go wrong will go wrong. Well, Murphy’s Law would definitely describe my week, probably my life too.

I got banned from blogging (for reasons I will not disclose), but that won’t stop me from updating my blog. Hehe… I’m the kind of person that finds loopholes in things and work with them. I’m banned from blogging, which by definition is typing out a post in a blog; but I’m typing a post from Microsoft Word and pasting it on my blog, which isn’t actually blogging at all. I didn’t type my post, I pasted my post. Hah!

About Murphy’s Law and me, things that can go wrong indeed went wrong; really wrong. I was disappointed the whole week through and am wondering if the Fates are trying to make me miserable on purpose.

Well, I used to watch this anime called Gate Keepers, set in the 1970s, when Japan experienced an economic boom after World War II. The characters are teenagers gifted with the ability to call upon powers from another dimension. However, this gift is also a curse as most of the members is experiencing or have experienced trauma and insecurities; and that is only if they do not discover their abilities at an early stage. If left unnoticed when fully manifested, it will ruin the person’s life. The point is, the main protagonist Ukiya Shun did not marry Ikusawa Ruriko like I expected them to be when I watched it eight years ago. During the whole course of the show (24 episodes), it was quite obvious that they liked each other and it was proven when he finally confessed at the end.
When the OVA Gate Keepers 21 came out four years ago, I assumed that Izusawa Ayane was their child and was quite happy that they got married. I was ignorant of the real fact and was fooled. Once I found out the real truth, I was really disappointed. Apparently, they didn’t get married. As cited in the novel that bridges 1969 to 2001, Gatekeepers 1985, Ikusawa-san went to university after graduating from high school. She had her teaching license and went to an outlying island to teach, where she married SOMEONE ELSE.

What the hell is wrong with them?!?! What the hell was wrong with her?!?!

I mean, they liked each other since they were kids and they don’t end up together?!?!
It’s like 12 years of unrequited love answered for two years and then poof goes the magic!
Humans…I’m sad that I’m one. Emotions that are too fragile, I don't want them.

Next is Sev from Republic Commando. He was lost in the mission in Kashyyk. The Delta Squad wanted to go back for him, but mission is always before brotherhood. Even though I liked Scorch for his lighheartedness, I liked Sev for his sadistic humor. He’s what keeps the team in balance. FYI: Even though I don’t like Star Wars, I still enjoy watching my brother shoot bullets into those aliens and see things go boom (probably another reason why I like Scorch- he’s the demolition expert).

The next thing that went wrong would be my right wrist, it hurts. It’s been hurting for a few days now and I’m wearing a brace. That brace restricts my movement and makes thing harder for me, especially when I need to write or type.

There’s another thing that bothered me, death. I don’t like it. I don’t like to hear about people dying nor see people die. It doesn’t matter whether if it’s fictitious or reality, I don’t like it at all. I don’t like the pain that stabs me everytime I hear about it, regardless if I know the person or not. I don’t know if everyone feels it, but the pain is really hard to bear sometimes. It’s like something inside me is being ripped to shreds, the stabs are so painful that it could actually become numbing. Then I wouldn’t be able to breathe for a few seconds and tears would start falling. It’s weird and annoying but very helpful sometimes.
Even when the week was bad, something good came out of it. I’m able to cry in ten seconds, give or take, without causing any bodily harm to myself. That emotional weapon is at my manipulation, it’s time to take over the world.

In another two weeks, it’s D-Day and I’M NOT BLOODY PREPARED.

Saturday, October 25, 2008

The Bitter Truth

I accidentally removed one of my post; purposely for another.

The truth is quite a hard pill to swallow, huh? Think back of the time when mommy told you that Santa Claus doesn't exist and that the South Pole is a barren wasteland which is inhabitable to any living thing other than some microbes. Then she tells you that the presents are not by Santa and it's daddy who dresses up as him on Christmas eve. For a child to digest that is hard, then he will start to question his belief and his promise to be good throughout the year. What's the point? Since Santa doesn't exist, what's the point to being good? Since it's mommy and daddy the one buying the present, I'll still get a present even if I'm not good.
Conclusion: The truth might cause more chaos and perhaps the birth of a twisted mind.

The Bitter Truth is aptly named.

Tis a sin to lie; yet many, if not all, of us lie. Even if we are taught not to lie, we cowardly hide the truth when it is ourselves who feel threatened. Even a simple white lie is still a lie.
Some of us are bad liars, while others can even lie ever so smoothly.
Who would want to go through the painful truth, right?

There are many reasons to lie; a husband telling his wife that she doesn't look fat in that dress, a student telling the teacher that he didn't bring his homework when he in fact didn't complete it and was spending his time making out with the girlfriend outside his porch...
Lies in the name of not hurting someone's feelings is still a lie. Face it, a lie is still a lie; a rose in whatever name you shall call it is still a rose.

Now, why do we usually lie...
To protect our image;
To protect our ego;
To protect people's impression of ourselves;
All in short, just to protect us.
Selfish, isn't it?

One might find many reasons to justify himself to hiding the truth, no matter how noble the reasons are, it's still draws down to protecting himself, maintaining the image of himself and his ego.

I never said that I don't lie, in fact I do. Just by using my pseudonym, I'm lying about my identity. And yes, I'm selfish just by doing that. So what? I admit that I'm protecting myself.
And I don't give a damn about what you think of me; as far as I'm concerned, you're nobody to me.

In short, everyone lies and I don't care.; lie away! Humans can never survive a day without lying. Anyone up to disagree with my statement?
Better think well before giving me an answer.

PS: To that bastard who caused me bodily harm over the scuffle that was blown far out of proportion all due to protecting your ego: Since you're a nobody, nobody will give a damn about you. Bloody jerk.

PPS: I've lost all hope for humans and I wish I wasn't one either. Human-to-human relationships and contact sickens me at this moment, so I'm leaving this world and going into mine. Do not touch me or be ready to lose a limb.

(WARNING: The author is majorly pissed at the moment and will take an indefinite amount of time to lick her wounds and regains her composure, if she is awake; the time will be reduced to when she wakes up, if she goes to sleep. As for her anger, it'll be until she's done being angry. She has currently detach herself from this world and strolling the forests of her own. This warning message is being typed by her body in third person mode.)

Thursday, October 16, 2008

Living Life

I've got to hand it to Rob, he's so awesome! He's so awesome that I might steal away his Ibanez electric guitar when he comes the next time.

Living life... I don't even know why I typed that.
Oh yeah, I remember!
I bought four manga today at Borders! Yay!
It's Skip Beat! v07-08 and La Corda d'Oro v03-04.
And that's where I got the idea for today's post.

Mom wanted to go to Tesco's for her monthly grocery shopping, so I tagged along (since I couldn't bare to be cooped up at home any longer; I've not been anywhere but to tuition for the past month!). I was due for my visit to Borders anyways.

After brunch, mom and I separated (we were having brunch at Tesco's); she went up the escalator while I walked over to the Curve. I've been here so often that I know it like the back of my hand, at least the first floor, that is. I've never wandered further than the second floor, which was were a murder happened when it first opened.

Enough about the dark history, I shan't let this favourite place of mine be tainted!
Anyways, I walked over to Borders and found some office guys sitting at Starbucks (it's a joint venture of Borders, I think) and tapping away on their laptops. As much as I like the Mocha and Java Chip Frappacinos, I don't think I could afford to have a 14 buck ice blended coffee every freaking day. I mean, I could have tall, but what's the point? It's only 4 oz less than grande and 8 from venti; the price from grande to venti is only one buck in difference. Might as well have venti.
Besides, I think bro's also hooked onto it. *aha-ha*
It was only half a year ago that he complained that I was drinking overpriced coffee. But when he tried the iced mocha (which I bought), he couldn't say more. Now, he's stopping by at the Starbucks outlet near the tuition centre to get his mocha fix!

I think I've gone off topic...
Okay. So, I went into Borders and found it really quiet, just the way I like it.
I walked over to the graphic novels / manga section and started browsing the section, shelf by shelf, debating which title I would get for this month. I started scanning for the titles that I wanted to get in future. So far, I've found 100% Perfect Girl, Bride of the Water God, Angel Diary and Goong. This means, I don't need to go to downtown KL and be stuck in the massive traffic jam to get to KLCC, then go up four floors to reach Kinokuniya and wander around aimlessly as I get distracted from my original objective by the humongous amounts of books there.

I've been to Kinokuniya with my grandaunt three years ago and it was like dream come true to me! I've always wanted to get myself lost in a huge bookstore or be left alone in a huge library. Well, part of that dream came true; next would be getting locked for the night in the Library of Congress in the States.

Again, I've strayed off... *sigh*
I was browsing through the racks and stopped at the last half shelf. There was a bench, conviniently placed there for people to sit and browse through titles before making up their mind or for people to spend their entire time there reading the manga when they couldn't afford to buy it but was curious to how it ends.

There I saw an old lady, around 70-ish.
You must be wondering, why am I talking about an old lady anyways. Old people are not interesting; they're just like giant babies (a comment from a friend who's a jerk sometimes, just cause he hates his grandparents).
What's interesting about her is that she was holding a shoujo title, Hana Kimi.

I've read that title before, loved it but found no point to buying it. Even though it's by Viz Media, it isn't under Shoujo Beat. It's more expensive, like 34.90 compared to 30.90 under Shoujo Beat. Maybe I will, when dad increases my allowance.
An old lady reading shoujo title? Shouldn't she go for a more mature title, under the josei demographic perhaps?
I walked closer to the shelf and observed her at a distance. I could hear her quietly chuckling at something, I wondered if it's one of Shuichi's antics.

This made me realize something.
This old lady is enjoying something that she couldn't when she was my age. When she was 17, she was probably hiding somewhere in fear of the very soldiers where the comic originated from - Japan, while I could waltz in and out without any fears (well, there are snatch thieves and other unthinkables, but not as bad as merciless soldiers who hated our guts).

I've always lamented that my life was way too peaceful and too dull; I've even complained it to my mom. She said that many would kill for the kind of life I have; living in a comfortable home, given a chance to drive at a young age, going overseas for family vacations, don't need to fight with siblings for the use of the computer, being able to buy anything I want (partially true, I have to save it though) and having no need to worry about the next meal.

It takes an old lady reading shoujo manga to make me realize that I should start living life instead of hoping for fantasy to take place. I only get one shot at this, only one shot of thinking, breathing and being me. Who knows what happens when we die; there might be a chance of reincarnation, but I wouldn't think, feel, act, behave like me, I wouldn't be me.

So, cast off all uncertanties and live life without regrets. If a mistake is made, keep moving forward, mistakes are what makes us who we are.

A quote from Walt Disney

Around here, however, we don't look backwards for very long. We keep moving forward, opening up new doors and doing new things, because we're curious...and curiosity keeps leading us down new paths.

I think I've been quoting a lot recently. ^o^

Sunday, October 12, 2008

Criticism in Reviews

Books, manga, movies, songs, albums, clothes, cars, food, people.
What do they all have in common?
They're all stuff that can be praised, scrutinized, criticized and destroyed by mere words.

I've seen many reviews in the past 17 years of my life and have found them to be somewhat...cruel. It pains me to see how people react to a bad review, especially when much effort is taken to produce such objects.
It only takes a bad apple to spoil the whole barrel; it only takes one bad review to spoil the image of something, but even a thousand words cannot seem to convince people of its beauty nor perfection.

Perhaps it's a common nature for humans to vituperate, or even be captious. I can't say I've never done it. Usually, I bite my tongue before spitting the words; sometimes, I spit it out and then regret over the pain I'd cause.

Take books and manga for instance. People usually read the reviews before buying the book; they'll rush for the bookstore if it's highly recommended, ignore the book and deem it the author's worst creation ever if it isn't.

It all boils down to what the critics says, huh? If they say it's good, means it's good?
I beg to differ.

People never seem to comprehend that it's their own opinion that matters most. They won't even give it a chance if the critics says that it's bad. Don't they ever think that maybe, just maybe the object under criticism will be something they (the consumer) will come to like or even like from the very beginning?

Critics are people who, well...criticize. And I quote from the animated movie, Ratatouille. It's the scene where Anton Ego was wondering what sort of review he should write for Gusteau's.

In many ways, the work of a critic is easy. We risk very little yet enjoy a position over those who offer up their work and their selves to our judgment. We thrive on negative criticism, which is fun to write and to read. But the bitter truth we critics must face is that, in the grand scheme of things, the average piece of junk is more meaningful than our criticism designating it so. But there are times when a critic truly risks something, and that is in the discovery and defense of the new.
It does change the view of a critic, huh? Or shall I say, criticizing a critic. That's only when I post nothing else but the sentence in red.
It isn't fair I just quote that sentence to convince others that critics are mean people; but there are some who don't admit that something is good when it comes smacking them right in the face.

I've seen a dozen of reviews telling me that a certain product or book/ manga title isn't good, but found myself liking it instead of hating it when I try it out.
Just because someone says it's bad, doesn't mean you have to hate it without even trying it out yourself.
Also, my taste for things might not be the same for the person writing the review, kinda like the the tomato (tuh-may-toe) and the tomato (tuh-mah-toe) argument.

I'll stress again that reviews are just what the person thinks when they observed the object, not what everyone in the whole wide world thinks of the object in question. A critic might represent some of us, but not all of us.

So the next time you are interested in something, try it out before dismissing it. The reviewer/ critic might not enjoy it, but that doesn't mean you won't.

Saturday, October 11, 2008

The 'L' Word

I think I'm most suited to laugh at jokes, not make them.

Aaaaanyways, you'd most probably be wondering why the hell am I up so late; even worst, it's almost 2.30 in the morning and I'm secretly using my brother's computer to access blogspot. I just read 8 volumes of 100% Perfect Girl and am starving for more (a manga addict, I've become) .___.
Moreover, I don't think it's a secret anymore, since bro's following my blog and will see it when he wakes up, but I'll worry about that later.

I seem to have the inspiration (if not, impulse) to write whatever I'm about to write. Usually, I'd wait till morning come and will no longer have any of the inspiration or the ideas to write. Since I'm on study leave and tomorrow is a Saturday, what the heck?
Carpe Diem would be an expression somewhat suited for it, so to speak.

I guess I'm beating around the bush, huh?
Just a slight warning, I may be a bit long winded in this post cause I'm typing whatever comes into my mind.
And anyone who reads this would most probably be wondering why I put up such a weird title, 'The 'L' Word'.

First off, I'd like to put myself on the bench.
I'd have to admit, I think I'm trying too hard to not be a girl.
And they say, the truth shall set you free; I'm feeling like I'm admitting to having some sick fetish I've secretly kept hidden for years, ewhh.
*clears throat* (- It's not necessary, since I'm typing and not speaking but whatever)
Let me begin again.
I'm a girl and I'm trying too hard not to be one. Why?
I don't like being perceived as weak nor helpless.

Since women tend to be govern by emotions, that and emotion betrays; I tend to strip myself of it. As a result, I become insensitive.
But it seems like I can't hold out as well as before.
It wasn't that hard when it was in primary school. Secondary school's the start of my nightmare.
Yup, stupid hormones messed up my control.
And it got worst this year.
*rolls eyes*

It seems like there's always a day in a month when I feel particularly...umm, lonely. (I can't believe I just said it x.X). And it seems like today's one of that day. Again, I blame the hormones.

I'd usually stare at my computer screen, reading my manga , ogling at the bishounen and dream about the knight in shining armor.
Pathetic, huh? Even I feel sorry for myself.
After that, I'll call myself back from La-La Land by saying

  1. There isn't any guy who is as perfect as those bishounen in real life. Usually, they're jerks who thinks that the whole damn world revolves around them.
  2. I'm no heroine, heck, I'm even more twisted than the female antagonists that tries to get the main male from the heroine. Besides, I'm fugly and have a hell lot of bad habits. Clotho from GOW II is a beauty queen next to me.
  3. It's not real, for heaven's sake! Those stories are written in their favor so that they can have a happy ending and they all live happily ever after. There's no happily ever after in real life.
  4. Love, unfortunately, makes people do stupid things. That and nobody can survive only on love and sunshine; we're human, not plants.
  5. Last of all, I don't have a knight in shining armor ready to put his life on the line just to save mine; nobody is that noble. I can sit around and keep being the damsel in distress for all eternity but he will never come, simply because he doesn't exist.
I think I should try to find a way to totally strip myself of these annoying emotions. You can't get hurt when you're emo-less.
Also, I don't think I'll hear the 'L' word being said to my face in this lifetime.
If the person did, I'd most probably say this:
Dude, did you knock your head or something?
I'm not kidding here.

Sunday, October 5, 2008

British English vs Malaysian English

I know, I know.
I've not updated for quite some time now due to my wireless being down and me being a stupid girl telling my dad to change when he upgrades the computers at the end of the year.

So, as a treat (and because my life is dull and boring), I'm posting something I got from Sam. Thanks, man!

But before that, let me tell you something.
My parents just got back from Vietnam; and they pointed out that even when there's no traffic lights in the country (I'm serious, there isn't a single traffic light anywhere) , the accident rate is relatively less than any country. They have 3 simple rules

  1. Don't run.
  2. Don't turn back.
  3. Walk slowly.
They also said that instead of lorries and trailers, motorbikes are the kings of the road.

Okay, enough about that, my treat is getting cold already!
Here goes, (and I hope you guys enjoy!)

Who says our English is teruk.? Just see below -
Ours is simple, short, concise, straight-to-point, effective, etc.........


Britons: I'm sorry, Sir, but we don't seem to have the sweater you want in your size,

but if you give me a moment, I can call the other outlets for you.
Malaysians: No Stock.


Britons: Hello, this is John Smith. Did anyone page for me a few moments ago?
Malaysians: Hello, who page?

Britons: Excuse me, I'd like to get by. Would you please make way?
Malaysians: S-kew me


Britons: Hey, put your wallet away, this drink is on me.
Malaysians: No-need, lah.


Britons: Excuse me, but do you think it would be possible for me to enter through this door?
Malaysians: (pointing the door) can ar?


Britons: Please make yourself right at home.
Malaysians: Don't be shy, lah!


Britons: I don't recall you giving me the money.
Malaysians: Where got?


Britons: I'd prefer not to do that, if you don't mind.
Malaysians: Don't want la...


Britons: Err. Tom, I have to stop you there. I understand where you're
coming from, but I really have to disagree with what you said about the issue.
Malaysians: You mad, ah?


Britons: Excuse me, but could you please ! Lower your voice, I'm trying to concentrate over here.
Malaysians: Shut up lah!


Britons: Excuse me, but I noticed you staring at me for some time.. Do I know you?
Malaysians: See what, see what?


Britons: We seem to be in a bit of a predicament at the moment.
Malaysians: Die-lah!!


Britons: Will someone tell me what has just happened?
Malaysians: Wat happen? Why like that....


Britons: This isn't the way to do it here let me show you,
Malaysians: Like that also don't know how to do!!!!


Britons: Would you mind not disturbing me
Malaysians: Celaka u