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Avatar Casting - First Look

All I can say is, are you kidding me???
Jesse McCartney???
Dear God.
If this is true and not some rumour-twisted joke, he better be a bloody good actor.
Or else I don't think I could enjoy this.
Zuko's one of my favourite characters, you CAN'T SPOIL IT FOR MEEEE.
D:

*hopes it's not true*

Ps. I'm OK with the other people. Although I really was wishing they'd get ... y'know ... non-white people.

No, not yours.

So, Krash peed on me today.
D:
Stupid cat. I'M NOT YOUR TERRITORY.

Grarr.

Everyone

The other day, we went to Uncle Nizar's open house barbecue dinner thingy, and everyone was sitting around talking and listening to Uncle Jeff's son play guitar. Then Mira was telling me about how her guitar was still a little out of whack and needed fixing. So I told her to just ask Papa. In the end, we sent Hanna to do the job of informing him:

Hanna: Papa, Kakak's G-string broke.
-silence-
Papa: You know, if you say it that way it means something else.
Everyone in vicinity: *crack up laughing*

Six year-old talk is def cute.

In another dimension of emotions, I'm having this feeling where I'm annoyed with the entire population of the world. It's never been of this scale before, so it's been ... quite interesting. Usually all this stuff is directed towards a lone individual, or just a particular group of people. But now I'm overly cynical and sarcastic and I can't feel ... cheery, y'know?

I was reading this pretty little poetic piece on Deviantart a few minutes ago about a girl and a boy. Usually I get all choked up reading this kind of stuff, but instead, I just raised my eyebrows and go, "Meh, they're all written the bloody same way. Is there no originality anymore? Sure sure, your boyfriend is miserable and makes you feel like crap and probably plays the emo violin, boohoo. Get a new one."

I don't get it. I used to love reading these little poetic semi-depressing snippets. Now they look like trash to me. I can't even talk to people without over-analyzing everything they say and do.

I'm sick of reading newspapers, too(stupid politics). And with exams coming up, I'm not reading much of anything else(stupid exams). I've stopped playing with the characters in my head. They bore me now. And, I'm confused with the spectrum of people I hang out with. Everyone's at extremes, either studying their asses off or not studying at all. Variety's nice and all, but sometimes I wish people would just stick to one thing, or at least stop being such dumbasses about what their extreme about. Doesn't help that I'm in middle ground and SA doesn't seem to produce many medium-achievement students, only multitudes of straight-A-scorers or failures. (No offence meant to anyone, your personality is not proportional to your exam score, live with it.)

Then there's the matter of NS, which I am not looking forward to at this point. I'll miss too many things. I don't feel ready.

I'm tired and I just want to clean out my brain of everything. Like starting fresh. Is this supposed to be a second puberty-anger phase or something? I'm not familiar with it.

I miss feeling optimistic and knowing what's right.

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The arguments on IMDb Boards regarding racism in movies are:
Long-winded
Redundant
and
Annoying.

Dude. The racism you're all pointing at and howling about? Doesn't exist. It's because of you people, bringing up the topic of racism, that these arguments even exist.
Sheesh.
What with the war on Twilight boards, the over-popularity of The Dark Knight boards, the Western vs. Asian hoo-ha on Dragonball boards, the inactivity on Avatar boards, the Harry Potter boards' anger at WB for pushing the movie back and the idiot racism arguments EVERYWHERE ...
No message board is FUN anymore.
*closes IMDb window*

Man, sometimes I really hate people on the Internet.
Or maybe just people in general.
Not you people reading this, ya'll are cool.

Ps. No, wait. Hollywood is to blame too. Haha.

Holy spoilery bad endings, vamp-man.

Remember the stuff I was referring to two posts ago?
About a book series?
And the lame ending?
And wanting an in-depth SPM-bio style study of vampire biology?
IT'S ALL TRUE.

EWW.
EW AGAIN.
It's so awful.

The loch ness monster livesss. Cheesily. And lamely. It lives. D:
I'm so so sorry, Twilighters.
I want to borrow the book from someone. I will not spend good money on Breaking Dawn when I could easily splurge on Artemis Fowl: The Time Paradox and go crazy over the antics of a teenage genius.
Instead of crying/laughing hysterically over the epic fail that is the ending of Twilight.
Dude, I've seen fanfiction with better endings. Ugh. *facepalm*

*yanks tie*

School started off great, then ended on a note so bitter, I choked. Or rather, tried to with the stupid striped tie.

I mean, I was set to enjoy the best of school days, i.e. the kind that only has four subjects, one of which is put on hold where we have to go to a pretty fun ceramah. And also the kind where I get to talk all day long no problemo. I got to discuss the finer points of film and literature (Hehe, the Avatar finale and the latest Pendragon book) with Tarsha, have an easy-going Bio lesson (I love learning Bio when it's human-related), build plot-points with Nad, good food for recess (seriously, prefects? Really good food-providers. xD I'm lookin' at you, Nahjan and Anne.), and one of those Agama class days where Ustazah tells super-cool Rasul stories.

And then the last two periods arrived.

And all I have to say is: I am tired of this. I'm sick and tired of getting teachers who completely make me feel like hating English. The last English teacher I really enjoyed was Pn. C (Yup teacher, it was you in Form 1. ;] ). It's not teaching-wise ... but just the way they make me feel during class. And Pn. B is really nice, but I hate it when she starts going on about us not paying attention in class and about letters.

I understand that you've got to get the job done, but really, I get so so so tired. So so tired of how that's the first thing you ever say when you come into class. None of us have ever had to worry about frickin' letters. None of the other teachers seemed to care. Form 5 seems a lot too late to plant the habit into us, considering we're ready to not care anymore.

And then, to all those other people who make me want to choke myself with the stupid tie even more. No offence, fellow classmates; but really, when a teacher starts off on a tangent and tells you to shut up? SHUT THE HELL UP. STOP THE FREAKING GIGGLING. Almost every single class, guys. I want to tear my lungs out every time a teacher howls at us about paying attention. Not all of you, of course. Most of you are super-cool classmates. But some of you (or one of you, I can't really decide).

So yeah. I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I'm acting like a total a-hole right now. But I had to get this off my chest. Oh, and here's another thing I want to get off my chest:

Stop hushing people when you're the one who's making the noise, you moron. I'm quite aware that you want to be every teacher's bestest friend. Stupid hypocrite. Just because you throw the story in first doesn't make you the person in the right. You're like that stupid kid in The Pencil story in Form 1, when he stole the pencil and squealed to the teacher that the other kid tried to steal it from you first.

You make me sick.

Sigh. I was pissed off all the way outside the school gates, and even in the car when Mama picked me up. I cheered up considerably when she took us to Subang Parade to visit the fish spa ... y'know, just to give it a try. It was incredibly ticklish. xD I closed my eyes because every time I saw just how many little fishies were gnawing at my legs, I'd get all giddy. But I got used to it after five minutes. My legs were all smooth afterwards. And the skin on my hand is slightly better (all you people close to me, you know about my hand) ... I could actually clench it properly (the way you're supposed to in Taekwando), something I've had trouble doing since last year.

So I'm thankful that something sweet happened after all the bitterness. It was a ... cute experience. xD

This post has nothing to do with Physics.

So much 'background radiation' everywhere.
I'll stay out of it, but seriously, it feels like a cold war.
Sometimes I feel like throwing a punch at anyone - anything. Speaking of which, thanks Soph for being a real pal and letting me vent to you. ;)
But yeah.
I'm always the last person to know what's 'going on'. You guys talk about popular people, and I go, "Eh, who?" You guys talk about an event, and I'm like, "Since when ...?"
But now, I feel like I know too much.
I feel unclean.
*scrubs self vigorously*
Maybe ignorance really is bliss.

Oddity of Ends

I post too slow, I think. So many eventful things in life, so little blog posts! I didn't even talk about My Epic Weekend. So I will, just 'cause it was the most epic fun I've had in terms of fangirling. First, I watched Dark Knight (cue "Oooh" sound). Then, I finished reading Pendragon: Raven Rise (cue "Aaah" sound). Then, I went online, still reeling from the awesome and shock that was the book, only to find that the Avatar: The Legend of Aang finale had already shown in the US and had been posted online (cue whistles and applause). It was the best cartoon finale I've ever watched in EVER.

Seriously, it was like an overdose of Good Stuff. I was high for most of the weekend and Monday. It was so good, my dreams consisted of me being a Traveler from the Pendragon books, having to hide away some secret book. Most of the dream consisted of me actually able to make decisions, as if I was awake. Shasha was in my dream. xD And Loor, from the Pendragon books. Grampa dude from the Ben10 cartoon was there. And River Phoenix, dressed up as he was in Indiana Jones: The Last Crusade. Georgina from Gossip Girl made an appearance (she was in kahoots with the evil bad guy, who was Saint Dane - also from the Pendragon books). And ... I could've sworn Prince Zuko was somewhere lurking in the background. Can't be too sure. Oh, and the rock used in last year's drama team was essential to our secret mission. Then there was a nightclub, and Pn. Alainal. O_o Yes. That was the weirdest part, actually. And there was dancing. Lots of dancing and neon lights.

One of the weirdest dreams ever. Even tops the one I had two years ago about Batman and Borders (the book store) and the mysterious "Jagged S".

Wow, typing all this out has made me feel loads better. :) Because there were some events of this morning that managed to kick my spirit around again. Seriously, I have to give it a tougher skin.

Hear that? Tougher skin. Which is exactly the reason why I was miserable. Or rather, the lack of it developing. Making no sense? This is intentional. Remember Wormtail? From Harry Potter? Yeah. He wasn't a very nice guy. :( I feel sorry for Sirius, James and Lupin. Poor things. They were like BFFs, but now they're BFFs - 1.

Or, they're nothing at all, 'cause they're dead. Because JK Rowling killed 'em all.

Ouch. Tragic.

Mind Trick.

So, my sanity has returned.
All it took was a nice, full dinner during which I reflected on how incredibly lucky I am; I get fantastic food everyday, I have a house, my own room, I go to school, my limbs are in perfect condition, my parents are cool, my siblings are amusing, my studies could use improving but damn it, at least I have study materials to begin with, and to top it all off like the huge freaking apple on the snowy-mountain-topped squishy-chewy chocolate cake of awesomeness, I've got friends who see me through it all.
I'd list everyone's name here, but then I'd probably forget to type someone's name out and they'll feel all torn up inside. So I'll just say this:
Every single one of you,
No matter how much conversation we've had,
No matter how often I've sat down with you,
No matter if all I ever see of you is a glimpse in the corridor,
You're all part of my life.
In some small, insignificant way, or a huge one that leaves the biggest crater in my very being.
And I'm thankful for that.

When I started typing this, I had a butt-load of other things to say. Because that one dinner wasn't the only thing to return my sanity, and I'm afraid that my spirit was given a kick in the balls (my spirit is male apparently?) while the logical part of my brain said, "Oh. I knew it. I knew it." for that to happen.
And I still feel that little ache in my heart (yes, go ahead, shoot me for the cliche) when I think about it. Because people probably think that I live in my own little fairy-tale where everything's fine and dandy. And I admit that it's true to an extent.

So, um, yeah.
Things are only bad when you think they are.

And while my brain has the attention span of a squirrel (you don't know just how much I'm geeking out about the Southern Raiders episode in my mind) and even after my return to sanity, I still had time to read a blog post on Dark Knight (and yes, I did squeal), I think it's enough posting from me today.

I'll let the rest of ya'll have one more day to try and watch the movie before me going and crowing about how awesome it was around this blog-space. :)
Ciao.

Friday is an F-word.

No warning.
No reason.
"Why?"
"It's Friday."

I would have liked an explanation. Or at least one of you in front of all of us saying, "Sorry, but it has to be done." Not this silent smug-faced act. Passing the task of telling us the news to someone else. I'm disappointed in you.

Well you know what? I'll make you disappointed.
The cert's already with me. I could lock it up in Alaska, you can't do anything.
Five years. Four days won't make any difference.
But thanks a lot for treating us like we're five. Much appreciated.

And y'know, if this is a GOTCHA situation?
That would SUCK. BIG time.

Another to the list

Well what can I say? I'm a sucker for proving myself wrong.

I can hear you say it, yes I can ... especially you two, Nad, Hannah. xD You all know about my dislike for anime. So what's with all this anime-watching lately? First Blood+ (I blame Tarsha) and now Death Note (I blame deviantArt)?

But, it is nice to be proven wrong, at least on these two occasions anyway. DN, I have to say, is very pretty. I found myself pausing the YouTube vids so I could randomly sketch stuff into my sketchbooks.

So yes, I was enjoying myself immensely for the past week or so. Watching two brainiacs battle it out in their minds against each other? It was like reading Artemis Fowl, except that there're a whole lot more lives at stake, there aren't so many jokes, and there're two of them.
I was pretty much wrapped up in this. I really wanted something to keep my mind off of the upcoming Avatar episodes (gah, taking too long). I managed to get to episode 34 this evening, then I searched for 35 ...

And it's not there.
There is no English-dubbed episode 35.
D:

Turns out that I'll have to wait again after all. In the meantime ... I want to find something else to watch. Anime, I mean. Something that's pretty and doesn't make me wanna cry everytime I see the pointy limbs, legs the length of the twin towers and eyes that could easily pass for other-worldly dimension portals.

*runs off to stalk YouTube*

Style-Rant

I don't like most manga/anime styles. There are very few that I don't mind looking at, or watching. I have this obsession with having to see proper facial ratios, as in eyes being reasonable shapes compared to the head. And head to body proportions.

Other than that, I admire the artwork. I love the way the clothes fold, and details such as hands and feet. I just can't stand stuff above neck level - then I start to get annoyed.

Why the sudden rant? Well, they've gone and made a Maximum Ride manga ... which actually looks good, truth be told. But what detail am I so frustrated over? Their faces. I. Can't. Stand. Their. Faces. The girls and little kids have too-big eyes. The older boys are alright ... but that's cause their boys.

I know this is pointless, and by right if I were ranting on an internet forum right now, people would shoot me down with spiky manga style hair spears.

There's only one thing I'm relatively happy about: The wings look awesome.

Sigh. Sometimes when I look at these things, I feel like I'm wearing black shoes in a world where people wear white.

Ps. No offence is meant to anybody who reads/watches/draws manga/anime. I'm just expressing how I feel.

Ahem.

Oh, human beings of the world.

When someone asks you to write down your name ... applying a club membership, for example ...

You are supposed to write your full name.

Not just, say, 'Lucy'. Because, dudette. You're not the only person in the entire world named Lucy.

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Ps. There is no HU member named 'Lucy'. No offence is meant towards anyone named 'Lucy'.