Finals are finally over and technically speaking so's college since I don't plan on returning to college regardless of my results. Must start looking for a job now, despite what Ms Leong said since I kinda think that I'm too old for all this bumming stuff already. God knows what I'll be and He's not telling. So I guess it's off to writing that silly resumé and sending as many to as many places as possible...

TTFN.

Come this Saturday and there'll be a costume come farewell party at Puteri's place. Me and Reza came up with a few ideas for costumes for some of the rest of our classmates and so far Rain has accepted our idea of dressing her up as Rikku (FFX version, not FFX2 version. All the guys will suffer from exploded eyeballs after that night and not to mention Puteri won't let her into the house).

Rough idea of how Rain should look like on Saturday

Devin has agreed to become Harry Potter, we're still trying to persuade Stella to become Wednesday (as in Addams), we're still thinking of what Tung Hook and Gary should be and as for ourselves, we're still kinda working on it. Oh...and our idea of what Ah Yan should dress up as:

Supergirl (latest incarnation). Wonder who would want to go as Stargirl though...any takers?

Hehehe...enough costume stories for now. Must cook up a Serenity game before Sunday otherwise my head will roll...

TTFN.

Dr Rod called me sometime after today's paper, to inform me that DJ and I were nominated as class valedictorian and that we were suppose to prep some kind of speech for the convocation in August. I said, "Uh huh," and went back home to ask my aunt, "What in the world is a valedictorian?"

Needless to say, I wasn't too happy with the answer and I'm not exactly too pleased to hear that the speech I'm suppose to give should contain lots of thank yous, experiences during the degree, plans for the future and yadda yadda yadda. Oh God...can you imagine me giving out that kind of speech? I'll be pulling hats out of rabbits and using glass gems to make authentic crowns. Not to mention the fact that I don't want to go for the convocation...

Yeesh...what to do...what to do...

TTFN.

Hehehe...just discovered one of the most mind boggling fact ever about Vin Diesel...he's a geek! A muscle bound, honest-to-God action star, who's a geek! Well...to be more precise, he's a gamer...a D&D gamer, whose favourite character is a dark elven wizard with an equally sissy name of...kind quite remember what it is but it was as sissy as Fagolas.

*sigh*...what a dream come true...now all we need is for the Rock to turn out to be a D&D player whose favourite character is a halfling cleric of Yondalla and who also collects Transformers action figures and everything in this world will turn out to be perfect...well, almost everything but we can't have all that now can we?

TTFN.

There's something about mansions that impresses a lot people...and for the life of me, I can't figure out what the hell it is. They're too big, which makes cleaning a bitch, there's too much space and you can't figure out what to do with those extra space and this makes for more square footage to clean, they're expensive and not worth the effort of saving tons and tons of money just to buy it in the first place and they're always located in the most godforsaken part of the world where it takes a long time to leave and an equally long time to return to.

If it's suppose to show off how rich a person is, it really doesn't impress me at all since there are a lot of easier ways to show off how rich you are without buying a mansion. Go forth and purchase abstract art. That'll definitely impress me on how much money you have (and not to mention the lack of brain cells in your head).

Point is this: I don't get the point of living in a huge house in the middle of nowhere. Someone is trying to say something about themselves but their words just flies over my tiny and shallow mind and I just can't get a single bit of reception. Let's just leave it at that, shall we?

TTFN.

Okay...X3 was missing one very important thing: Bryan Singer. To say that the show sucked isn't quite right; it had its explosive moments which would definitely pleased the less cerebrally inclined part of the audience but for the rest of us, the story was found lacking, the dialogue insanely dry and there were quite a number of bloopers which were unforgivable (where are the holes in Logan's shirt after he got speared Spyke's...spikes?)

Let's get down to listing the pros of the movie: Iceman iced up (yay!), Sir Ian McKellen was utterly delicious as the superbly evil Magneto...Iceman iced up...er...help me out here...okay...maybe I'll add in the sidenote that Ellen Page makes for a pretty cute Shadowcat but that's about pretty much what I can think up as the pros of the movie.



Cons: Vinnie Jones was wasted, Mystique was reduced to uncool, where the hell is Nightcrawler (although I have to say that Alan Cummings had the genius of Val Kilmer when it comes to Batman movies: he could spot a cash maker a mile away and smell bad ones from twenty miles), poor story, lousy dialogue, Star Wars-like directing (i.e. George Lucas has only two styles of directing: fast and faster), instant carnage of a key character (Cyclops doesn't count. I hated him in the comics and I hated him in the movie), bla bla bla and the list just goes on and on.

To say that I'm disappointed with the movie sums it up. Sure, it was entertaining and all that but it lacked everything that made the first and more importantly the second movie (X2 was called the greatest comic book movie of all time) a real joy to watch. The Godfather of comic books movie had really gone the way of the Godfather movies: start well, continue on a totally new and higher standard and reach home base with a miserable whimper.

TTFN.

Today marked the end of presentation week (as well as the end of study week but seriously, who studies for finals?) and a group of us made our way to Janggut's for a round of Neslo ais (he makes the best Neslo ais ever. Don't let anyone else tell you otherwise), a round of pool and Monkey and a round of reminiscing as well as standard gossip, badmouthing and deciding what to wear for Puteri's costume party come next Saturday ^_^

It's been a weird year, I guess. People you'd thought you'd never become friends with actually do, you hear stories about people that well...to say the phrase 'makes them downright motherfucking sons of bitches' becomes an insult to motherfucking sons of bitches and you're wondering what's going to happen once next week is over. Finals, Puteri's party and then what? The future is a scary thing and right now...I'd pee in my pants.

I'm going to hate to say this right now and I really do, but I think I'm going to miss those guys once this is all over. Life is going to be ridiculously empty once this ends and in a way, I wish I could just reverse time back a little and put it into a time loop so that we can have a sort of Groundhog's Day of the good kind. As a side note, if I ever hear anyone talking about this post in real life, I will take a carving knife and learn how carve roast beef with your intestines.

Anyways, right now I've got a costume to plan, a movie to prep for and a speech to prepare. So no more writing for now 'cause I don't want to get to mushy.

TTFN.

Watched the most controversial movie of the year and I find myself asking, "What the hell is the controversy?" But on the other hand, I never really found the notion of Jesus having sex and having a child distrubing simply because that issue was never really the important issue; hell, was is it ever an issue in the first place? Oh wait...I forget...people are more interested in sex than I am. Never really did get on that whole sex train for some reason or another.

Anyways I guess what Hanks said at the end is pretty true: choose what you want to believe in and decide what is important to you. Whether you want to believe that the movie is true or that its allegation screams 'That makes bloody sense!' or whether you think that it's all bollocks remains in your hands. We see what we want to see and it doesn't matter what others say, it will always remain there in front of us, like the tree which George always swings into.

BBFN.

Normally substitutions in footballs are not that noticeable but I think the Leeds-Watford match deserve a heads-up for one of the less-seen substitute in the game: one of the linesman had to be subbed due to an ankle injury (looked like an ankle injury to me). Hehehe...wonder where they got the spare linesman from...

Anyways, grats to Watford for gaining promotion to the EPL (okay...there's two more minutes plus injury time left but it's 3-0. I think it's safe to say who gets promoted) even though none of the Watford guys read this blog.

And grats to Emily too for getting that lucrative scholarship to wherever (no seriously...it is a scholarship to wherever. She picks a place and boom...it's all paid up) even though she doesn't know that this blog exist and will probably never know that I said grats ^_^

Anyways...that's all for tonight folks. BBFN.

Watched it some 12 plus hours ago and thought I have to write down what is generally accepted by everyone who watched the game yesterday, except for a few guys at ESPN: that stupid referee ruined the game for everyone. No...seriously...he did. I mean, sure, it was the technically right thing to do and Lehmann did foul Eto'o (however his name is spelt) outside of the penalty box and it was a red card foul and the whistle was blown before the ball entered the goal but screw all of that. As far as everyone watching the match is concerned, the ball was passed before the foul occured and it went straight to a Barca player who tapped the ball into an empty goal and it should have been a goal and there should have been 22 players on the field instead of 21 and frankly if you ask me, I thought the match was spoilt after that red card. But that's just me saying and I can't really change what happened yesterday, now can I?

BBFN.

Finally gotten my hands on the Buffy RPG and...er...okay...that's explains quite a lot. Like how guys like Xander and Dawn can get smacked around by super-strong beings and survive being killed without a moment's notice (all that Drama points turned out to be good for something after all).

On the whole, a very simple system (roll dice, add stat and skill and beat a universal difficulty of 9. Yup...universal difficulty of 9, which does mean that after a certain level of experience, you're pretty much able to do everything without fear of failure. Granted it'll probably take ten years of hardcore gaming in real life but yeah...it's possible to do everything without fear of failure) and it does balances out between Heroes and White Hats (the former having the advantage of better skills and stats at the start but the latter becomes immensely powerful later on in the game).

As always whether or not a person chooses to play this game is pretty much up to them. As for me, I'm trying to come up with a Wiccan-cum-werewolf-cum-Slayer type character (it's possible and it's all sorts of fun for my min-max gaming personality ^_^ and 'sides, I always did have an undying hatred for vampires).

BBFN.

Wanna know how bored I am right now? I typed Buffy the Vampire Slayer in the EBSCO search engine. And I came up with 173 references to look at, including academic reports (okay...there's only four of those but still...)

Good Lord...I pity those who have to read a Buffy text book and there are six of those things out there, touching on cultural studies, gender studies and philosophy. The horror...the sheer horror...

Again let me just say...what is up with Liverpool and 3-3 finals followed up by a penalty shoot-out which is determined by the saves of their keeper? There's something seriously wrong with that team, let me tell you...just as soon as I figure out exactly what it is.

BBFN.

That team is too much...at the end of 90 minutes of the FA cup, the score is now 3-3. Exactly what is it with Rafa Benitez and nerve wracking finals? And here I was thinking that West Ham was going to win after all that insane goal-scoring in the first half of the match...

BBFN.

Okay, I'm one day early but since my entire clan had its Mother's Day celebration today at the new (sort of) food court opposite Taylor's and Inti, I'd thought it'd be appropriate for me to wish every mothers who happen to read this blog, Happy Mother's Day! Beyond that...nothing more for me to say.

BBFN.

Just bought the last season of Buffy and I can now see the faux paus that is my social life going down the drain. Oh well...who cares about my social life anyways? Must watch the nibblet...

BBFN.

I've heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do you?
It goes like this
The fourth, the fifth
The minor fall, the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty
in the moonlight
overthrew you
She tied you
To a kitchen chair
She broke your throne,
she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Maybe I've been here before
I know this room, I've walked this floor
I used to live alone before I knew you
I've seen your flag on the marble arch
love is not a victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

There was a time you'd let me know
What's real and going on below
But now you never show it to me do you?
Remember when I moved in you?
The holy dark was moving too
And every breath we drew was hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Maybe there's a God above
And all I ever learned from love
Was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you
It's not a cry you can hear at night
It's not somebody who's seen the light
It's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Up until the day I die, I don't think I'll be able understand why people are so obsessed over the idea that Jesus had sex with Mary Magdalene. The idea first centuries ago, appeared in the mass media for the first time last century (at least, as far as I know), came up in a novel early this century and now that the DaVinci Code is coming out on the big screen (God...I couldn't stand reading the book...Dan Brown has to describe everything in tedious detail...well at least in the prologue 'cause I laid the book down after reading the prologue), the idea has picked up speed (terminal velocity sounds about right) what with the on-going documentaries about the subject which is well...plain dumb if you ask me.

Sure, some people are afraid of the spiritual implication of what it means if Jesus were to have had sex with MM but frankly speaking, I don't think no one's ever going to find out whether it actually happened or not, at least not until they die. Of course, then again, considering the fact that I am a materialist (in the truest sense of the word), these kind of things don't really bother me at all.

More rants on religion some other time since I'm not really in the mood to carry on.

BBFN.

It's Cherlyn's birthday today and Fat Joe's having a party for her right now as I type this post out. Due to obvious reasons, I'm not there (has nothing to do with invitations as is usually the case, since apparently Fat Joe invited everyone to go there). My mood, as of recently is not exactly conducive for parties (check yesterday out. I was worse than Kai Ying or Preeta when it came to yesterday's May birthday) and so the idea of me going there and being a fucking bastard (not literally speaking, of course. I was born two years after my folks got married and the idea of me fucking someone is just...well, plain wrong) isn't exactly my idea of enjoying myself.

So, to Cherlyn, if you ever read this (not that I actually think that you do but what the hell, huh?), happy birthday and may your life turn out to be much better than my mood right now.

BBFN.

When you dig a grave, make sure you dig like as if you want to kill someone, preferably the one who just died. Not quite the advice that I got ten years ago when I was digging holes in church but I think it'll do just fine for this occasion.

Nine years ago, my sister and I brought back two puppies from Kevin Thomas' place. One was a brown and white fuzzball which my sister called Prince and the other was a short-haired bitch I called Shadow (I never was good at naming things, that's why I didn't give my hamster a name). From that incestous coupling, came three litters of puppies before we had to gave away Shadow (too many puppies and the house was starting to have that just gave birth smell). So there was Prince and one of his kids named Wizard (named by my other sister who was recovering from watching too much 101 Dalmations).

Last year Wizard died (unsanctioned euthanasia...at least unsanctioned by me) but not before three other puppies joined the brood (Rocky, Oscar and Bonkers but we sent Rocky back to meet his mom since there were too many mutts to feed). And today, it's his old man's turn.

It was the maid who found him, already locked rigor mortis in a sort of sprawled out way that made him look like he just collapsed on the ground and died like that. No tears of course since no one would ever cry for a dog and we buried him in the garden with no ceremony since no one would ever have a funeral ceremony for a dog.

So now I'm writing this post-eulogy for a crazy old dog who fought with a German Shepherd and won (those of you who have seen him will understand why this is so significant), sired many spawns (and outlived them), lived to see his great-grand kids, climbed over fences at a ripe old age of eight and ruled as alpha dog of 35 Jln 9/3 until his dying days. I brought him home, I laid him to his final rest and now I write my first and final words for that old dog whom I will forget about come a one year or two so that somewhere out there, someone might read this and remember him for me and thus keep him living longer.

We live for as long as we are remembered and when we are forgotten, that is when we are truly dead. To Prince, Shadow and Wizard, I hate dogs but because you're mine, I'm willing to make an exception. There are no pictures to help me remember you but that's okay 'cause I'll try and keep you in my mind's eye for as long as can be before I forget about you. We won't meet again 'cause I don't think there's an afterlife for dogs so I bid you adieu for this one last time.

FF.