Twilight Rave!!! (sorry, I just had to document this somehow)

Note: this should've been posted two days ago, but due to some minor technical problems, local internet failure, and general laziness on my part, I was only able to post this today. My apologies!

Ahhhh, okay so like after months of going crazy over every single theatrical trailer and TV interview, after stripping every book and magazine clean of every little article and advert about it, my thirst for the Twilight movie has finally been sated!!

Okay, okay, so I have to say that this whole thing wasn’t without its sacrifices. It took me, Aida, Anjani, Anin, and Nanad two hours of running, screaming, tumbling, cursing, stomach pain bearing, feet killing work just to see this movie. I won't go into the details right now cause I'm sure it'd take a horrendously long time to explain and time hasn't exactly been in my favor these days. So, in short, I think we all sacrificed more than the healthy amount of our blood, sweat and tears just to satiate our Twilight mania.

There is only one word that I will use to describe the movie and that word is: AWESOME!
Alright, so there were a couple of production glitches and some pretty cheesy CGI flicks (I just hated what they did to EC's skin. I was imagining him as having more of a shiny, angelic 'aura', rather than his skin actually glittering like they just shoved a zillion microscopic christmas lights into every pore on his body.) but like, I wasn't actually expecting the movie to be flawlessly perfect, so I have to say that it did come out way better than I expected.

So, when the movie ended and the credits started rolling, I was still glued to my chair in a total ‘Edward Cullen is out of this world awesome’ dazed paralysis kind of thing. I swear to you, my mind was off in La la-land thinking about all the inexplicably amazing qualities of a person (in this case vampire) with the likes of Edward Cullen. But like 10-15 minutes later, reality was starting to slap me in the face and my mind slowly returned to this lowly mudball of a planet. It was starting to dawn on me that Edward Cullen is unbelievably out of this world amazing exactly because he isn’t of this world. He’s just another fictional character, tangled up in another impossibly fictional story, thought up by another fiction-obsessed author. There is not a single human male in this non-fictional world that ever has or could ever be like Edward Cullen. Seriously, I’d cut my right ear off and give it to the person who could find a real guy 1/10th as romantic and inhumanly perfect as Edward is in the book. (For any guys who are reading this sappy post, I truly, honestly have nothing against you all, just that I’m trying to be a bit realistic here and avoid writing another OME* crap post.)

So, to sum it all up, the movie was pretty good. And although the annoyingly snail-like pace at which it rolled on kinda ticked me off a bit (seriously, Bella takes at least half a minute of thinking and ‘uhmm’ing before she replies to anything Edward says), and looking at Jacob’s face was absolutely nauseating (especially for Talitha: I don't blame Taylor Lautner for this, I blame his wig, so don't get mad at me just yet =), I really do give my props to Catherine Hardwicke and all the Twilight cast for capturing the true emotional essence of the book. So, job well done!

*OME (Oh My Edward): A phrase commonly found in use among maniacally obsessed twi-hard girls, who find Edward Cullen to be the reincarnation of some earthbound angelic figure.

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Just a random slideshow that me and Aida came up with in our spare time. Enjoy!

Hmmmm, so I had a pretty boring afternoon and for once the cold hard chains of academic servitude were not there to shackle me to my desk. Anyways, I spent (wasted really) the first free afternoon I've had in God knows how long, perusing the web, checking my ever-stationary mailbox, and generally throwing to waste what few minutes of liberation I had (typical me ~_~)

So, in a rather twisted version of 'My Journey Around the World(wide web) in 80 minutes', I happened upon a link to this poetry site and so, being the literature dork that I am, I couldn't resist the urge to click on the flashy blue advert. Aghh, my willpower is weak when it comes to dazzling displays of commercial advertisement, even if the product they're promoting are the harrowing (if rather corny) depictions of the tragedy of the human thought in the face of this godforsaken, sepulcher of a world.... Wow, that was the most literate, educated, well-organized sentence I've ever written - I shall have to archive that for future reference.

Dang it, there I go digressing again, this really is a habit that should be stopped. I'm pretty sure that if old age or bronchial disease doesn't kill me first, a severe case of carpal tunnel syndrome will.

So anyways, going back to what I was writing before I got so unceremoniously sidetracked.... what was I writing before this?? Oh yeah, the poetry site. Well, inspiration kind of hit me smack dab in the middle of a Maya Angelou poem and so, following my literati instincts, I let my inner poet free and BAM! The juices of poetic creativity started to ooze down from those barren recesses of my mind, providing the rusted wheels of my imagination with some much needed thinking grease. And below is the product of all that arduous mind-turning, brain-wracking work. (At first, I felt kinda insecure displaying my work like this, but what the hey, I spent a lot of brainpower on this thing and I wasn't just gonna let that go without notice)

Again, this is kinda corny (ok, a lot corny), but like I said, what the hey. So, enjoy:



What right do you have to make me suffer
To make me feel such loathing and pain
To leave me broken in the shattering thunder
And let me drown in this endless rain

Why is it that life has joined us both?
Has let us share two years of laughter
Has let us swear in whispered oaths
Of our future happily ever after

But now without you, my days are hollow
My nights without their guiding star
And like a boat in waters shallow
I stumble on, with body scarred....



Okay, so I never said that I actually got to finish it. It seems that the creative juices ran short somewhere in between the 3rd or 4th stanza and whatever came out after that was the equivalent of the waste products of the entire operation (in other words it was a pat of poo) so, I couldn't and didn't have the nerve to actually publish any of it for fear of life-long public humiliation.

Well, I think that should be all. Anyways, I have to prepare myself for the horror that is the sociology midterm which awaits me tomorrow *wishes she could crawl into some absurdly dark corner and hide*

Pickled Lard....

Hohuumm....
Well, there's nothing terribly exciting to report for today, so I'll see if i can make this short and snappy.

Hmmm, so....life.....What's been going in my life? I dunno, well for one thing, my beloved Cruzersync 1GB usb is now lying in the same pile of technological mishaps as my deceased iPod. I know what you're thinking, "Oh, it's just a gig, you could buy one with a larger memory at half the price that was" and blah, blah, blah.... I know it was just a 1 GB, but that 1 GB held half of my life's works in it. Let's assess the damage shall we:
1. My English Coursework folder (GONE)
2. All of my photos from last year's trip to Trinidad (GONE)
3. All of my poems and stories (GONE)
4. All other miscellaneous crap that I shoved in it (guess what? also GONE)

Yes, my life's peppered with the daily demise of at least one of my technological possessions. Sometimes I wonder if technology is harboring some kind of obscene grudge against me of which I'm so conveniently unaware of and of which I've never committed a crime against to induce it in the first place....

Alright, well there are three things I could say to sum up the random jabbering that was going on up there and those are:
1. I hate my life (That's a known fact by now and easily supported)
2. Anything that runs on a heart of wires and electrical circuits has reason to fear my presence and should avoid contact with my person at all costs
3. I just realized that I like using lists in my writing cause:
a. It defines my points
b. It sounds way cooler than if I wrote in long, over-stretched sentences
c. It's totally awesome how I can stretch one subject into an infinite vertical distribution of thoughts and ideas, which would probably have no rational connection with each other at all if put in any other arrangement other than that stated in the above. (If you understood nothing of what I just wrote, well neither did I)

Okay, okay, I promised at the start of this thing that I'd try to make it short and snappy, so I'll stop right here.

Till next time, Hasta luego, A tout a l'heures, Cai chen, Sampai nanti, Ibnerflagden goutenschweiler houber....sorry, I'll really stop now.

How LIFE abhors me so....

Acchhh....
I hate my life.
I hate my life.
I hate my life.
I hate my...... I'm tempted to go on in such a manner, but it feels totally redundant and pointless to do so, besides, I'm probably annoying whoever's reading this.

Ahhhh, I'm so stressed right now. Nothing has gone well today. Last night, I collapsed in exhaustion after studying for my stupid math and business tests for two hours (that was like 120 minutes of my life wasted in total anguish). And then I wake up the next morning, only to find that I woke up too early, way too early, like 3 o'clock in the dark of morning early and I couldn't even go back to sleep again for some reason....Ughhh....
Of course, it's kind of a given thing that when you only get four hours of sleep/night, the rest of your day just kinda goes down the drain. And guess what? Joy to the world, that's exactly what happened; course, none of the following things that happened would've even been conceived of if it hadn't been for my innate ability to bring about disaster and misfortune upon myself. Let's just put it in list order kay, cause my current mood is kinda suppressing my usual urge to write those lengthy and unreasonably elaborate paragraphs.

So to sum up why I'm in such a foul mood today is:
1.) I've got this blasted cough that's been plaguing me for the past week (and doesn't seem to want to end anytime soon either), which prevents me from saying a single sentence without stopping at least once to spew my guts out.
2.) I had tests for every, single, darned subject there was for the day. Including an excruciatingly long and maddeningly exasperating business essay thing that left me scrawling down completely worthless crap about needs and resources, and all other such terms which i don't particularly wish to recall at the moment.
3.) And all these other little things, like how I can't touch something without causing every other object in a 30cm radius to clatter to the floor at the same time in some bizarre chain reaction and just my general day-to-day klutziness is really getting on my last nerve.

Alright well, I should probably stop here. I still have to study for my Chemistry and Physics exams which are waiting eagerly for my presence tomorrow (will the misery never end?) and I think my cough medicine's starting to kick in, cause I'm starting to feel really drowsy right now....

Nanad n' Anin lagi isengg.....

jahad lo
parah banget sih
ko lo gt sih
gue kan ga salah apapa
mao lo apa sih??
gue ga ngerti
kenapa sih lo ga pernah ngerti
ngapain ngerti,ga penting
gue penting tau .
gue kan orang yang berguna bagi masyarakat
taon berapa
3010
emang lo idup ampe zaman kpn?
gue vermouth
ooo gitu..
tp ampe jaman kpn??
hingga akhir waktu ... nanana,,,
gila ya lo??
ga . gue VERMOUTH
sejak kpn??
jaman baheula ya??
sejak nabi adam diciptakan










gue ga peduli lo percaya apa ga
kloo gw bilang ga percaya gmn??
yaudah , believe aja
maksa banget sii..

Wow, it feels like ages since I last wrote on this thing.

See, it's not that I didn't have anything to write about (I had a ton of things to write about, just that the majority of those things involve a whole chain of profanities aimed at one single person, which i feel is kinda inappropriate for this site)

I can't think of anything to write right now, so I'll come back later and actually try to write something meaningful here...

Dramatic N' Traumatic Truth or Dare moments

So like a couple of days ago, we had this free gym period, so a couple of my friends and I started to play this stupid game of truth or dare. Course,the dares were pretty basic, you know, just stuff like do ten push-ups and ask a guy for their phone number. Very basic.
Nevertheless, the whole experience reminded me of this fieldtrip I had in 9th grade. 2 days cooped up in a hotel doesn't usually do a lot of good with a group of rowdy teens. So of course one of them had this brilliant idea of playing truth or dare in our hotel room. There was only one good thing i learned from the experience: frustrated teens have very wild imaginations. These kids could come up with the most deathly embarassing and stupid of dares! The following are videos capturing those moments of insane humiliation. Do enjoy!

My friend Carolina screaming her head off like a maniac:




Maria asking Saddam if she can jump on his bed (which she broke later on)

Rain....

Drip....
drip.....
drip....

Mmmmhh.... I just love a rainy day. I've never been much of a solar enthusiast (i get my vitamin D's elsewhere) but the rain, well that's another thing. The gentle, rhythmic pattering does a lot of good for a stressed mind. And the smell of it, yeah, the only other thing that I love more than the sound of the rain, is the smell it leaves behind...a subtle earthy scent, sometimes so faint and ephemeral its presence is questionable, but it's there. Infused in every falling droplet, saturated in every particle of the atmosphere. I wish that those particles wouldn't leave so soon, that they would stay behind and enshroud my world in this eternal dusk.

I know this might sound like a whole lot of unimportant rubbish, but I don't know, the rain has a calming effect on me and it kinda gets reflected in my writing. The pesimissm and gloom n' doom stuff hasn't gone (i don't think that'll ever happen, it's kinda part of who i am) but the atmosphere that coaxes the rain down from their heavenly sanctuary, has served to suppress the despair that usually engulfs my being. Perhaps every droplet contains some small ounce of the divine, something that has been that close to heaven is bound to be affected in some way, so that when they do fall, a mass renegade of heavenly bodies fill the earth.

HUAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
Finally!!! The power of the internet is back in my hands!!!!
Gahhhhh, I'm so happy!! :>>>>>>
God, I've been waiting for this day for like forever, well okay maybe not forever, just since last wednesday, when my accursed computer decided to go into a spontaneous and totally uncalled for coma. That's why I haven't been able to update this thing and post new blogs since last week, so if there are people out there that actually read the inane and completely worthless drivel that I post here (and they must be either bored to death or purposefully trying to waste their time by reading this) and was actually waiting for more posts from me (a known impossibility), then I really do apologize.
I tell you, this whole coma thing was probably like the product of some really bad karma that's finally caught up with me. I mean, first my iPod gets invaded by some convoluted virus and dies, bringing nearly 2 GBs of music and photos with it to the grave, and now this!?!?!? What other technological maladies will I have to suffer through next?!

Hmmm, I can feel the pessimissm starting to take root again, so I'd better stop before I start another long rant about life and all the miseries it keeps on hurling at me....

Secret's out...=,<

Shhyooot!!..... Well, there goes my entire plan to keep this whole damned blog thing my own little secret....whatever, i knew this was gonna come some day, just didn't figure it would be so fast. I'm just hoping no one's gonna be interested enough in all this phony philosophical crap to actually hold any interest in this accursed page!

Blearg....ggg....hhh....

wHOO, my first blog and I'm already stumped.....Honestly, I hate writer's block! It's like you have this whole notion of what you're going to write, you think that all the words and sentences are just gonna start flowing out of your mind and right into your hands, filling up that terrifyingly blank space in front of you with the most beautiful of metaphors, the most intricate of descriptions. But then -- zlep-- you just sit there staring at the menacing whiteness of blank space and your hands are frozen, left to hover above the keyboard to await instructions that never seem to come. You know that your thoughts are in there somewhere, that in some dark and forgotten corner in that vast complex of pink gooey mush, there must be some intelligent stream of consciousness just dying to get out, to unleash itself onto the world.
Well, that came out longer than I'd expected or even wanted it to. So I'm confused now, what is a blog really for? From what I've seen of my friends' blogs, it's mostly about retelling whatever interesting thing's happened in the past, oh I'd say 4-5 hours of their life, and that thing has to be so utterly incredible or at least ridiculously absurd enough to make them go through the hassle of turning on their computers or laptops or whatever they have and actually write it down for future reference.
For me, well, I think I'm just using it as another mental punchbag....here i can actually write down what's screaming out for attention in my head, and surprisingly, it actually makes me feel better, although I know I'm probably not entertaining any of my readers (this is if anyone is actually reading all this mental crap, which is an utter impossibility) and my grammer/sentence structure/vocab. is simply atrocious, which has always bothered me to unreasonable extents in the past.
Here i go again with all this mindless prattling...I should probably stop though, cause I feel that if I do go on to another paragraph, I won't be able to cease this endless stream of jumbled nonsense.
So, until a later day, when I will hopefully be a lot calmer and hopefully a lot less verbose in my writing. Besides, my hands are getting a bit tired of punching down these letters on the keyboard, and I'm sure that if the keyboard could talk it would definitely say a word or two about this overly abusive relationship.