Time started: 1:07 AM

Intro:
I've been unusually sleepy today, though I guess the nonsense exercise I did in the morning is partly to blame. This post is going to be very. Very. Long. So I've separated it into paragraphs, each with colour-coded headings (applause from audience). Where possible, I'll use more bullet points than long paragraphs (hearty laughter from audience).

LAST NIGHT
THONG
IRON MAN
FASHION
PROTEST
FORGANIZATED
PRAISES
SKIN

How convenient, a phrase to remember it all! Last night, dressed in nothing but a thong/Iron Man wore a thong in the name of fashion, to protest the forganizated praises he had been hearing about his skin.


LAST NIGHT
I spent a lot of time finetuning my com's skinz. You can read about that in the last Chapter (hahaha), SKIN. I was done for the night, it being - OH WAIT! I FORGOT! I went to the living room for awhile, cos I was waiting for the com to load something. THEN, I decided to eat! If you were paying attention, you'd noticed that at that point, I hadn't blogged.

So anyway about eating first. Digestives and milk. Cold. Haha.
- I like Digestives
- I don't really like them plain
- I dip 'em in stuff
- Milk or Milo
- Optimal dipping time is such that the biscuit begins to sink. This can be observed if you chuck the whole damn thing into a container of sufficient size, wherein your Soak of choice rests. It is at this point that the biscuit is soft enough to break off and sorta crumble, without you biting too hard. Any softer and I'd feel like some geezer.

I ate, I was no longer Hungary, I went back to the computer and decided to blog. It being the first time in a long time I blogged unhungry.
- Computer started lagging
- Hung on me
I was this close to getting medieval wit' it, but I realized computers don't feel no paiiin. So I held back, bit my lip, then decided to shut the damn thing off. And I went to bed, and promptly fell asleep. Knocked out.

And just so you know, I had a slice of bread with approx. 83 grams of tuna flakes in olive oil, at around 1130pm.

THONG
Not skimpy wear, but 'song' when you have no teeth/an ulcer/a lisp.
I'm posting the link again cos I don't think it worked the last time, I really can't figure out why.



I've decided I'm gonna leave it as it is. So that's the final cut of it.


IRON MAN
(!!!) Every time I say/think of Iron Man my heart stops beating awhile my head spins I lose sensation in my limbs and I go limp. I wish I could properly describe to you how I feel about Iron Man *half-faints* but once again I'm faced with the deeply unsettling mental grind of converting the ineffable to a comprehensible formation of letters. That's the irony, its ineffable, yet it has to be effed.

I think it could go on for paragraphs, but I feel this truncated version should give you a remote idea of my sentiments: IT. IS. EFFING. EFFING. EFFINGGGG. COOOOOLLLL!!!! AAAAAAAHHH!!!!!!! AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!

I kinda considered comparing it to something else, something more, um, intimate. But I have better sense than that, HUZZAH!

MY FAVOURITE PART OF THE TRAILER! AAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!
Iron Man and War Machine stand kinda back to back, masks up. Lotsa mean robots around them. They coolly survey the scene. Then CHINK CHINK their masks close in rapid succession AND I FRICKING GO INTO CONVULSIONS AND ITS LIKE I'M IN HEAVEN BUT I KNOW I'M NOT BUT ITS SO AWFULLY GOOD MY HEART'S OUT OF CONTROL I'M A LITTLE BOY ONCE MORE THIS WAS EVERYTHING COOL IN LESS THAN A SECOND I think I jizzed. In. Mahpants. Hahahahha sorry couldn't resist.


If you want 2 minutes of bliss, click here. That's the official trailer on YouTube. My blog is wholly unworthy to act as a surrogate source for something so divine, shining, so purely magnificent and opulent and gilded and exalted and I could go on. Iron Man 2. I can hardly wait. I now have a reason to live. Haaahahaha.


FASHION
I cannot CANNOT wait for the day when I finally draw a good salary and have enough to totally support myself and my family. That will be when I go out and get all the things I think I should have, that I should wear. I'm so damn particular about looking sharp, but I'm kinda holding back. While it may be within my means to get all that I want now, I can't help but feel a twang of guilt. Tired to elaborate, so let's just wait till I make about 40k. A day. Ameen! Since we're all in such a holy mood now, I pray that all of you see success in life, achieve your ambitions, and are led along a blessed path. Ameen. If you're my friend then you should know that I love you a lot.

Right, fashion. I was looking through some sites, some whatevers, then did some (highly amateurish) sketches of my own, and I realized that its kinda easy (not easy like one plus one is two, but like running for fifteen minutes). Its kinda fixed, I guess, what guys can wear. That's why designers started crossing over to the ladies' side. A lot of that is actually quite cool, but when you see guys walking around with a piece of their translucent curtain ripped and draped over their tank-top clad bodies, you start to wonder...

Only then did I realize why so many guys design for ladies (the first person I think of is Nabil who is fking talented, and cool beyond description. I think I should head over there and post that now. Read PRAISES for an explanation), because with the women, the possibilities are endless! The human body is amazing, but the female body is a work of art. A naked man is nice to stare at if he's at least fit, and has a cloth draped across his groin. A naked woman is artistic no matter how plump she is (think art from ancient Rome. Ain't no anorexic things there).

Most minds are biased towards curves. Which is why Mac OS is a hell lot sexier than Windows. But ANYWAY. With women there are so many frickin' possibilities that its one helluva challenge. So it takes lotsa skill to produce and physically create something that turns heads, or at least looks good. Aaand you can create so many wonderful looking images and concepts that would otherwise be super difficult/impossible to pull of on a man's body. Like the dress Joanne Peh wore to the whatever awards. I chanced upon the photo at the back of the newspaper, and the dress was really nice. From an aesthetic perspective, all halalness out of the equation.


PROTEST
My Gillette Fusion Power shaver has FIVE. FRICKING. BLADES. And one small one at the back. I'm starting to feel really ridiculous using this damn thing, however comfortable it might be. I came across a website detailing the battle between Gillette and Schick, and how they upped the number of blades just to show who's more badass. If a six-bladed shaver comes out, I'll switchover to a kitchen knife.

So anyway I'm kinda protesting silently against my... inanimate shaver. I've got a distant semblance of a goatee now. Sample:

And so in protest, I won't shave it. Then it'll start to annoy me and I'll hack it all off.


FORGANIZATED
No more nude photos on my blog. Nor my wordpress nor tumblr nor anywhere else. Hahahahh well I don't exactly appear nude in the photos, just shirtles, but (I've said this before, I remember) in H.G. Wells' War of the Worlds he described himself as 'naked' - cos he didn't have a shirt on.

- There are a heck lot of daaaamn good bodies out there everywhere for you to look at
- Mine isn't that impressive, I should stop acting like everyone wants to see it
- I think I'm maturing cos I look back now and go... eww?
- I guess it might come across as showing off. I hate showing off.

So anyway my tumblr will be left for whatever random shit happens, whilst my wordpress will be my obscure literary asylum. Where I post linguistic works, and where I rant. You won't like the rants. In fact, you might just wanna keep away from my WP. Did that have a reverse-psychology effect? Cos I wasn't intending to reverse anyone psycho.


PRAISES
When I have good things to say about people, I'll just bloody say it. Why hold back? I like it when people say nice things to me, and since I figured I can be nice without risking a violent biological reaction, I'll be nice.


SKIN
- My super nearly completed album art collection. I'm hardworking.
- I got this app that hides the icons of programs on the taskbar. Supposed to make things cleaner and whatnot, but I think I'll undo it.
- The yucky yellow folder is now the suave black Folder
- Other icons shanged
- Tre Fratelli is the name of our iPoop aka iTouch u& uTouch me back. Ok eww. God knows why its listed as a camera... stupid machines.
- Top right: and app called CDArt display. Its sexy, and allows me to control iTunes with the keyboard, even when iTunes runs in the background.
- My computer is sexayyy. Er. By the day. Sexayyyer by the day.

Dear Blogger, please increase the size for your Create A Post thing. Its too small and crampy and I'm claustrophobic. Kthxbye.



Outro:
I know I said I had a tuna sandwich... but I'm hungry again. I don't even eat a lot!! I'm speechless. Its a spellll of sorts that I'm under. Blogging = okay. Nearing end of blogpost = hungry. DigestivesandmilkhereIcome!!!

Time check: 2:37 AM
Reality check: ITS FKING LATE
Use less salt in your cooking and if you're eating out, DEMAND that they use only the bare minimum. Better still, ask for no salt, then season your food with your own sweat. Its organic, healthy, and completely sensible. STAY SHARP, yall.





This Bug Is supafly

Labels: komentatr, linifikation, repotr, sharing machine

I REALIZED. HOW FRICKIN' DUMB IT IS. TO LINK YOU TO MY PUREVOLUME DASHBOARD. I just realized you're not be so you won't be able to log in and listen. I have a new link for you.

CLICK THIS AND EVERYTHING WILL BE OK

edit: the songs might not play from there, I don't know why, I'm frustrated. THIS LINK should do the trick.

Hahaha. Sometimes I wish I could do that for people. But then something comes up and I forget about it HAHA.

I really love my NA class. They're the funnest and best-student buncha people I've met. And I'm so surprised why they hold back so much. ALL of them are so mature and think so differently from so many people I've met; where the heck did things change for them? Its not that I want to 'save' them. There's nothing to 'save' them from. I just want to make sure they know how bloody cool I think they are, and how I think we need more people like them in the world, I'm not kidding. It'd be a much funner and better place like that.

I don't care if my family is full of weird characters, empty promises, things I disagree with, impatience, traces of weakness, whatever. They're my Goddamn family and I love them, and I'd rather have my family this way than not at all. Because I realized for everything I tend to gripe about, there's another 5 that I love and wouldn't want to change in you. I'm still growing up, forgive me my phase.

It'd be fitting, I think, if midway through that paragraph the whole room fell silent, you only hear yourself reading my post. Then you hear my voice quiver and falter, and I hold back a burst of hot tears. Then I give in to its overwhelming rush,a and break down. Then you only hear me weeping silently.

It'd be fitting, I think, but that couldn't get further from the truth. I ran out of Quiver. Hahaha. I like pretending to cry btw.

I just had too much wrong hour sleep, Wrong Place Wrong Hours kinda sleep. I'm still feeling slightly incoherent, I think my neck's protesting a bit, and HEY! I'm not hungry. Dear reader, I hope you know that at least one person in this world holds on to your existence like its everything. You're that important to at least one person. And for the record, you're important to me; because your continued readership feeds my illusion of being damn popular hahahahahhahaha. K no la not like that. Owch my eyes. I like that. Owch. Compared to Ouch.

Take good care of your sharpness so that getting smarter can be a healthy process.





Ok but please stop kidding me like a treat

Labels: komentatr, linifikation

My cover of I'm Yours, everything's vocal, recorded on Acoustica Mixcraft 4.5 with some stupid mic I found here at home, you might hear the TV in the background hahahah.

CLICK!

This is gonna sound stupid but I'm really hungry now. And I must sleep soon. Think healthy be healthy, llllllllllllllll8r.





When I say say I mean I say say, you know

Labels: linifikation

Holy crap its nearly MAY. And we all know thaaaatt


is a MAGICAL date. Enough shenanigans. On to serious stuff.

I was performing an undisclosed exercise, and upon completion Mak said 'Great!'. I was like 'Huh?' then Mak said 'Your exercise. That was good, you're strong lah.'

You have no idea how high I levitated before I realized levitation wasn't supposed to be possible, then I was left with nothing but happiness. So later on I told her how much that meant to me. I'm gonna keep telling people all these kinda things, cos its things they should know. If they made me happy, I'd want them to be able to have a taste of it. And if I don't tell, I might never get the chance again.

Then there's this one thing I find so strange yet amazing: being happy for someone else. Does it even make sense, to be so happy when someone else has gotten something, and you're the same as before? That someone got into somewhere or won something or something, you're still living the same life you lived yesterday and like two weeks ago; yet you're so happy like something's changed in your life.

I find that so odd! And its such a cool thing, too. This intangible thing, happiness, is so wunderful! In the words of a famous and important person 'It's contagious too, so the spillover effect is tremendous and the possibilities are endless!'. That rhymed, by the way.

I'll leave that at that for now, because I want to think on it on the psychological level. Ironic, because I believe firmly that the Mind cannot be broken up and classified, like its a whole glob of shtuff. Our terms and frameworks are very much shapeless and shaky, with so much room for doubt and challenge. Its like asking 'what is big?'. Its so perspecticle (I just coined that word. It sounds a lot like... spectacle.) I think, with no one being able to even establish general guidelines. I will think about this.

In the meantime, I've got one New Song up, its the Star Wars thang. Just a bit of it, I couldn't resist, and I couldn't get close to the awesomeness of Moosebutter; at least I attempted! You can find. The. Songs.

Labels: komentatr, linifikation, repotr

It is with great pride I now share this link. Upon clicking it you will be taken to my PureVolume page where you'll be able to subject yourself to some of my singing. In all honesty I start each song with the thought that I wanna give it my best. Sometimes mid-song I falter, and to make it look like I'm actually not thaaat bad I may end up joking.

I also joke because that's how I like it. Hahah ok in short I did do the best I could that day, and I need more practice and whatnot so I can stay in pitch and whatever. The link:

This is the link.

There should be six new tracks, out of a total of 8. Comments appreciated, and I'm gonna do more more more cos More's the Core.

And the line of the day: I was hiding under your porch cos I love you.

HAH. HAHAHAHAHHAHA. Its ok when a dog says it though.

I wanted to make a list of 'I can't stand's then I thought to myself:
You know what? That's SO negative! Like, how do I put it, completely NOT positive! HEY, you know what. Let's make a list of 'I can stand's, that'd be SO positive! Yeah, let's! Hey, you agree? Hmm? Oh yeah, that's a good idea! Everyone else on? #Yeah!# Alright guys let's DO this!

Since all of me agreed, here it is:
I CAN STAND WHEN:
People beside me eat quietly
People tell me I can do things
People smile
You give way to someone
You keep quiet because you haven't got anything good to say
People say thanks
Big guys workout like mad but don't show any ego
Skinny people workout like mad but don't show any ego
Normal people workout like mad but don't show any ego
Fat people workout like mad but don't show any ego
People smell good
You're not afraid to be yourself
You're not afraid appreciate someone for being himself
You're not afraid of me
You're afraid of me
You're afraid of me, but in the healthy sense
You put effort into the way you dress
People don't make fun of fat people
Skinny people know it isn't sexy to be too skinny
Normal people don't laugh at everyone else
Big people help the small people
You don't wear Crocs (HAHAH. Sorry just couldn't resist)
You don't try to Step in public
You encourage
You comfort
You make people feel worthy
You give me my space
You trust me
You let me trust you
You let them trust us
You let her trust him
You let us trust her
You we trust to them us is was

And most of all, I can really stand it when every inch of you says: 'I'm beautiful and I know it, and you're beautiful too.'

You MUST have seen these people around. They just give out this good vibe that makes you wanna look at them, hang around them, not because you're a perv, but because they are Attractive People. These are the people who go on to be big in this world, because when you see them you know they have the capacity to hold themselves up, up there where everyone can see. And they also have within them the ability to reach out to you, wherever you are, and make you feel like you really matter. This is who you should tell yourself to be, everyday, even if you already are. At every moment my life I want to make sure I'm worthy of what I have, and striving for what I need.

And next time, I'll talk about how people walk and what that tells about them. I don't think I'm done with this whole beauty business though, I'll revisit it sometime. In the meantime, take care and don't hunch. Stomach in chest out head held high but don't have to stick your damn butt out like its some invitation. Its not. AND! S t r e t c h.





Holy how wow

Labels: linifikation, thoughts

A lotta coupla things on my mind.
First, why is T-Pain carrying a backpack in the 25 for Haiti music video.
Second, I published my novel-ish literary creation, you can read it

Please read it if you have the time, it might be tolerable hahaha. This should've been number first, but the song has been playing and sunging in me the entire day, I had to get it out. Of my system.

We could live a simple life (how this phrase has taken on so many other UNmeanings thanks to some beaches), live off the land, sleep on the soil, bathe in the river, chuck dung at your neighbours, fly around on eagles. That kinda stuff. Life is made for us to survive, there's so many ways we can live outside of the stree and problems we've created and dubbed Civilization. But if we do, then we'd merely be existing. Not living, no, just waiting out our time. Doing what's enough to get closer to the day you die, and not accomplishing anything.

Assuming that was the motivation for us to become what we are today, I'd say purely existing is a better option. I don't like the idea that in the course of our journey to some form of greatness, so many other things and people pay a price. There's a balance somewhere that we've missed completely, or its such a foreign idea that none too many have ventured to that centre point.

But I was thinking; sometimes you gotta go too far to either end before you know where the equilibrium point is. HEY I MADE THAT UP MUAHAHAHHAH REMEMBER IT. 'Tis a momentous occasion, this writing seshen.

I'm still not fully integrated into the whole 'living with people' concept. I liked staying up late for the isolation it gave, now I'm reversing it. Gonna sleep early and wake up damn mother early just so I can be alone again, but without the shit effects of my previous habit.

Because I still need so much time to myself, still think and feel best when I know no one's there to bother me. Its not that I don't want my family; there's a certain comfort in knowing that they're here, even if sleeping, and I don't want to trade that for complete isolation. Not so soon at least, there's too many things to do before I can live alone in peace. I won't find peace if my family ain't in it. Haha IN peace. Lol.

In a family, at least in mine, there are assumed rules and predefined responsibilities. My mother has obligations towards her children (or so she might think) and in turn she expects a certain level of something from us. Technically we could do without this structure, because having lived with Mak for so long, and knowing her role in my life AND its creation, I'd naturally WANT to be the best son I can be. But I don't want to be that kind of son because I'm a son. Get it? I want to be that good person because I want to.

There are other things, too. Like the eagerness of family members to 'help' me when I'm doing something. I could be eating something for that matter, and suggestions would come in, on how I can 'improve' that meal. Or what I should be eating, or if I want something else. You get the picture. I'm not unappreciative, but logically speaking, why give so much 'help' when someone doesn't ask for it. Assumptions and hidden intentions aside, its just a waste of time. You could very well walk up to a stranger and ask him if he wants some of your water; not related to you, no, but he's still a person, there's the whole karma concept, you might marry into his family, yada yada. I might not be making sense, but that might just prove my point: the whole family concept doesn't fit with me.

Which made me consider the possibility that I could never live with someone, in the sense of marriage. How would I be able to share so much with ONE other person? She'd wanna fuss over this and that, would wanna know that and more, and will not leave me alone. Sure if I marry then she's the One person that 'Completes Me' (hahahahh Mr Cruise, you and your sappy line). She might even have had me at hello! (HAHAHAH this is too good). But the fact of the matter is, no matter how much I love someone or need them, I still really REALLY like being by myself. Its something you can't take from me, and I intend on keeping it. Studies have shown that I perform better when alone, so you can't say any 'oh but's about this.

But living by myself? The one thing I have to get used to is the fear. I have a vivid imagination, so you know what that entails. Its not a consuming fear, I can battle it easily, but what if I watch a horror film? What if something nasty just happened somewhere else? Then I come home, and its all me. I could start now and deny that I have a vivid imagination, channel myself into a state of fearlessness, but that would take away all the fun in life. And the ideas and stories swimming about in this head of mine. Sooooo, I'll own a lot of pets.

Cats, that's number one. Maybe hamsters. But lotsa animals to keep my company.

Or I could just be the man I am and nut up. Either way its not a big concern hah.

I've also realized why I don't like talking to people much. There's so many things I have on my mind but people either:
1) don't understand
2) are not interested
3) don't have the time

And even if they do listen and participate, it is extremely rare that what they say is of great significance or help. Point to note: when I have big problems then I really do talk a lot to the necessary people, because I'm done asking myself and need new perspectives. That said, my life isn't filled with big problems, so rarely is there a need for consultations.

My conclusion: talk to myself and only share what people want to know, or might need to know. Everything else is largely one-sided small talk. I hate small talk. I'm quite convinced no one wants to sit and listen to my ideas and 'humour' all the time, and even if they try, they won't go away satisfied. That's unfair, and I wouldn't like that. And no, this isn't a plea or invitation for you to start listening to me in case that crossed your mind. For clarification's sake, I'm quite intrigued by my state of mind and perception of social interaction, its an interesting phase I'm going through. Phase or permanence? We'll only know tomorrow. Yeah hahahhaha. K no.

Its interesting how strongly I have grounded myself in my beliefs and whatnot, but I won't be surprised if several years down the line I find myself a completely different person. Who knows, people change, and for the most part, I'm a person. Maybe not the most part, but enough parts.

I'm gonna sleep, early life awaits. Hahhahahahah that's so vague and misleading. Misleading? Yeah I'll settle for that. In the meantime, massage your eyes, it really helps. And oh, I'm experimenting on myself. I'm gonna do this Will thing, and will myself to be:
1) taller
2) buffer
3) smarter

I believe you can will yourself into doing anything, as evidenced by The Man Who Can Run Barefoot And Mostly Naked In The Snow For Prolonged Periods And Then Runs Some More. And some. Next time you see me, feel free to scrutinize and comment. I'm all about comments. Hahahahhaha I don't quite get that myself. Take care everyone because if you don't, who will?





We are on a bout of destruction and loving it, roger

Labels: linifikation, no ligaments, thoughts

Alhamdulillah, all is well. I've gone back to being upside down, it has helped my head. I have not had enough chicken, I'm so going to the market tomorrow. With Mak. Mother and son time, *applause*!!!

Today's headlines:

Psychic Exhibition at Town Square Was 'Mind-Blowing'.

EXCLUSIVE! I will tell you all about my 2s2p.

If you scroll down a bit you'll see a photo of me naked. I'm not really naked of course, but in H.G. Wells' War of the Worlds the author described himself as 'being naked' when he stumbled out of the collapsed house (I think) without his shirt on. If he says it then it must be right, right? Riiiiiiiight..... I think I'm losing it, I don't post these photos here and I hide them very well in my com and phone, but right now I'm really too hungry to think. I so wanna eat but that requires me to stand up, WALK TO THE KITCHEN. WALK okay, WALK. Then I gotta find something to eat. But that's not the end, I'll have to feed myself, and chew, omg chew, this is already starting to feel tiring.

Or is it.

The mysteries of our world are still quite... mysterious.

Back to the photo. Its all actually in my Shameless Self Promotion Programme, also known as 2S2P or sspp or SP. Why the heck is there a plier beside the keyboard.
2s2p 1: Kara DioGuardi's Terrifying Cover - my cover of her song Terrified
2s2p 2: Adam Lambert's Broken Open Cover oh so its not open anymore
2s2p 3: We Are the Many - cover of the Hyper Hyped Up We are the World song for Haiti

I will get a proper mic soon, and I will learn to sing better, and I will sing more. Then I'll create nanobots and send them through email, and they'll force all of you to... well I don't think they can come out of the email, into our physical world. Hmmm, Hrms, Hermes.

Why are my pants worn so high? Aurat beb. Wow I'm really doing this. If you're a lady reader, now's a good time to close the browser. Otherwise you're a PERWERT! You hear me! A PERWERT! PEE YEE YARR DOUBLEYOU YEE YARR TTI.

Well actually the highlight is how I think my less-haired head makes my body look bigger. But looking at the photo again... you can't see too much of my head. Oh it'd be great too if I had a goatee and red eyes and spikes that shoot from my arms. Next step in my adventurous life is to go skinhead.


Enjoy your lives everyone, you are important in this world. You ARE. And that is why we refer to ourselves as 'I'. It is an ancient Anglo-Colonustrum word that means 'mother of all Importants'.





Thanks so much for the pleasant

Labels: linifikation, repotr, sharing machine

There's a periment on my tumblr, and its there not here for a reason. If only I read and type faster. I SO need to sleep.

I'll tell you (oh mysseteriouss faceless, quiet reader) about my very own episode of 24 and the 3 hours of blissful sleep that accompanied... soon. Oh wow too many spoilers.

Labels: linifikation