Year End Summary

assuming in the next few days I don't smoke, drink, have a menage a trois with korean pop stars or ever be requited romantically, I think now would be a good time to summarize my year. I think i'm well out of themes, because this year has just been chaotic.

so, this year started off with a LOT of goodbyes, and fuckery of the highest order. I made new friends in Sam and Kenzo (and Kris, but there's more on that later), got repeatedly pushed out of my comfort zone only to attempt to bounce back slightly changed.

Anyone close to me in 2010 would remember me saying I was through with Hann. I was right. Hann losing it kinda made the deletion process all the more easier, so that worked to my advantage.

Needless to say, once again the family is growing. I've found people I can really be myself around (minus murderous tendencies) and who often share like-minded goals. Meanwhile, its been a year and the 4 of us (me, dush, chang and maxim) are still spending weekends hanging out and playing video games.

that felt odd.

I was prepared to say this year was terrible. I mean, shit happened. I was backstabbed, thrown into worlds I was completely unprepared for and every female in my college thinks i'm a serial killer. But it works. As of this posting, SHE is still not talking to me, but who knows? things might work out.

Perhaps the biggest achievement of this year was me knowing who I am. Teenagers always have this issue that without knowing who they are, they do stupid things. They conform just so they'll be liked.

I am this guy who likes robots and aliens, romance, hip hop and Kpop. I tend to not feel at crucial times, I tend to explode at bad times. This statement makes no sense to the reader, but to me, I know what works now.

The whole challenge of learning to draw has been the catalyst for a lot of things. I guess in a way, occupying my mind with that one challenge, it solves so many others.

In short, this year was my year to figure things out on my own. all the times I WAS left in the cold contributed in a way.

Hit me, 2012.

It's just how I roll

21/12/11: That weird Game Review (Doctor Who: WIT and Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney)

I can't catch a break. As you may know, i'm a pretty straightforward guy. I enjoy the simplest of gaming: Combat, plot, not too much minigames. Today I got to play the new Doctor Who MMO, Worlds in Time.

Now, before I start, I have to mention DCU Online. A junior of mine once pestered me about why I won't play it with him (trying to get at i'm too chicken to do anything online). My rebuttal was that I HAD played it (which I did) and I just found it... underwhelming. For some reason, ALL MMOs now go under that same cookie cutter format of "Kill x [monster] to get this reward". And DCU wasn't any different. it's like that girl who just can't meet an honest guy. What the heck?

Don't get me wrong: I enjoy myself some good action. in fact, I almost thrive on it. But the market is just WAY saturated right now.

So I was linked to DW: WIT. http://doctorwhowit.com I'll mention some stuff I liked about it, here:

the art style is VERY cute. almost like AQW. The clothes store in the game pleases fans of the series, with options such as the tenth doctor's suit (color customizable, of course) and various other garments from doctors of long ago. As far as i've gotten into the game, it was NOT AT ALL like an MMO i've played before.

The mechanics of this game are heavily co-op and mini game driven. To the point if you're an anti-social guy like myself, The Doctor will assign you 2 mindless AI drones at your beck and call. It was highly suggested you form your own party before engaging in any missions.

Before I go on any further, it should be on the record half an hour into this game, as much as my love for DW tried, I rage quit and have no forseeable plans to continue the game. Here's why:

MINI-GAMES

I was told at a seminar once about familiarity. Sure, you wanna design an alien race with a jet: but you have to let them somehow know its a jet. You can't make a flying bagel and say "this will break the sound barrier!". In retrospect, a supersonic bagel is awesome. I digress.

The short version of the following rant is that the minigames are various, and sometimes a little overdrawn. Also, they make good use of familiar concepts.

The game relies HEAVILY on mini-games. Your first one is door unlocking. anyone who's played Fairypop (or something like that) on Neopets will be familiar with this. various colored objects, you have to shoot the right one at the right location to make them all disappear. For some reason, though, you repeat this a LOT of times, to the point you want to take a sonic screwdriver to your head and wish it could kill you. which it can't.

Unlocking doors? still mini-game worthy. I get it.

The next bit, you have to fix some wires. Re-wiring, on the other hand, is the same hacking minigame from the first bioshock. connect pipes from point A to point B before the timer runs out. when you screw up, it gets progressively harder. The first time I had to do this, I was lost. But this wasn't as overstretched like the lock picking was. And to be honest, this still makes a little sense. Especially with the bioshock background.

From here on, it gets downhill. I finished my quest and was rewarded with my 2 mind slaves. My next part, I had to question a guy. I thought, "okay, point and click dialogue. Simple, right?"

WRONG.

They made me play bejewelled with the guy. BEJEWELLED. I mean, anyone who watches Doctor Who would agree that dialogue is one of the gems of the show. and i'm denied the chance to talk to the guy, with it being phased over instead for a game of freaking BEJEWELLED. I couldn't lie to you if I wanted, people. What's worse was that there was this weird tutorial-hint-thing that made NO sense that kept interrupting me. Thanks, one word tutorials.

So after regrouping with my mindslaves who bejewelled the other witness, it turns out my guy was an Auton. Go figure. Now they're introducing to me the combat system. Knowing the good Doctor to be a bit of a pacifist, I wasn't expecting much from combat. Maybe a simple turn-based thing. or even the 3x3 click thing. Are you ready for it? I promise you you're not.

they made me play

TETRIS

Combat is translated into Tetris. and by "translated", I don't mean in the way BBS "translated" card games into real life combat. I mean they CALL it combat, but what they MEAN is tetris.

"psh. tetris. Piece of cake"

actually, the blocks I knew too well looked more like ice cream. Before I rage quit, I'd started referring to them by flavors. But color coding OR filling up a space perfectly (no gaps) does not get rid of their ice creamy goodness. No. apparently, you need a special glowy ice cream (color coded to match respective flavors, of course) to come in contact with a chain and blow them up. I'm not sure for how long, I never got that far.

So no. It wasn't EVEN tetris, it was SUPER TETRIS TARDIS EDITION.

I'd died so many times in this 'kombat' that I finally closed the game. And unless a strange man in a fez comes up to me and changes my mind, I doubt it'll ever be open again. I bring your attention to my supersonic bagel: the combat system is so distorted from what you're used to, you don't know if you want to call it combat or not.

Verdict:

I have to applaud the makers of this game for not conforming to typical MMO. However, the over-reliance on minigames is a double-edged sword: on one hand, using familiar concepts makes tutorials less important. On the other, we've seen it before. The answer, however, was not ST:TE.

Congrats, Doctor. you have out-WITted me. Or maybe free MMOs just won't be good.

***

On the less recent front, I tried my hand at an older game today: Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney. I'll have to say, I'm not sure how to describe it. You've probably played it or at least heard of it by now. It's a courtroom game where you play a lawyer named Phoenix Wright. I won't spoil the storyline, as its VERY story-driven.

The game makes you look for evidence, talk to people, building up until the big court case (which is the combat equivalent).

I must salute CAPCOM, the courtroom (while the reading is tedious) really feels like a verbal boxing match. Twitter followers would notice my many tweets while I complained about my ass getting handed to me by Miles Edgeworth. you really need to watch what you do, and not piss off the judge (although that usually only happens by giving him crap evidence).

Unfortunately, as in DMC, when my wits fail me, my solution is to whip out the biggest sword I can and ctrl+kill_all. and that's not an option here. the odds of you doing the right thing by luck are very poor, and you'll have to spend a lot of time reviewing statements.

I'm still early into the game, but as the chattiness of this game is necessary (you're a lawyer, for crying out loud), there's not much to complain on it.

It should be noted that this game throws you straight into an anime. Everyone's reactions are rather exaggerated, for some reason the murderer is usually a witness and anyone old enough for "other courtroom activities" has not-surprised-its-an-anime giant-sized fukushima reactors under their necks. I can't imagine they go to the beach much, seeing as they'd probably cause ANOTHER Tsunami. This of course leads to funny side thoughts when they bring up wire-tapping [ e.g: "You tapped the victim?" "I would"]. I won't mention that they focus on this A LOT. But I just did.

Phoenix Wright is a nice refreshing pace, and their not-combat system still has an almost combat-y feel to it. Before I go back to sleep with thoughts of supersonic pastries and other baked goods in mind, I have one last thing to say:

TAKE THAT!

It's just how I roll

12/12/11

I kind of miss you. That smile, that general assumption you have me figured out, then that resigned look when I ask you to explain and you say you can't read me. I can retreat into my hate and schemes and grey tinted glasses, but the fact is sometimes I just want someone to challenge me. Ironically, it is this challenging that is keeping us apart.

Why do I keep doing this whole "happy-by-day-miserable-by-night" thing? i need sleep. and carbonara.

It's just how I roll

Mortality (11.12.11)

Look around you

move some dirt; plant a seed.

as the sun sets, you see the ember light caress the dirt.

'someday it shall be green hills'

A small field now.

You're basking in the glow of sunrise.

The sun has been all but too much; you've never seen rain.

'should not the ever sun, shining; be a gift?'

It's the noon and people have come to help.

Its only natural that the strongest chains are forged in sweat and blood.

you look up and the sky reddens.

it's never fair, is it?

1. A challenge. Solve the world.

It's never fair, is it?

in the brownian life that collisions happen;

only to disappear.

2. An almost doppler-like effect.

We sit together and our minds are being teased by it.

movement makes us what we are

it is also destroying us

3. we are not grapes.

Why do we not value what has already gone sour?

we discard; we move: the clockwork equation.

But the world moves just like that

4. We discard and are discarded.

We forgive but are never forgiven.

When we are gone, what do we leave behind?

Who will look at our footprints only with the desire to meet our end?

5. Half of a face, a quarter the cycle.

Its coming, and the stars come out.

they are the audience; they demand their show.

The journey is not ending yet, I hope.

6. Some have finished the journey. Answered the challenge.

The finish line is different for all of us.

We are now at the half-face. Is that excuse enough for change?

I look next to me, marks in the field resemble people gone.

I tried to put them back, the broken pieces.

I wear my enemy on my wrist. In the arrow of progression; i long to be a ghost.

Because when you're at the 11th hour, riddle me this:

Will they be there forever, or just longer than most?

**

As you can see, something is bothering me.

I'll reflect on it soon enough

It's just how I roll

8/12/11

although technically the week ends tomorrow, my recap will focus on the awesomeness of the past few days.

Since none of my readers are from my xanga days, it should be noted that Transformers changed my life. Not in the big dramatic way, well, in a way... but yeah. The first transformers movie got me IN to animation. its set the course of the past few years. Made me decide "yeah. I wanna do movies. particularly robots".

Of course, the credit also goes to Adib for just about being one of the most awesome best friends ever (did I ever mention the story of how he taught me stop motion?) so that really put everything together. Life would be drastically different without him (shoutout to Alex, mention a word of this to him and I will hunt. you. down)

So yeah. Remember: were it not for transformers, i would not have gone the next 4 years as "cynical robot geek dude". Take that in. And then this week, I met Shawn Kelly and Carlos Baena, the lead animator of transformers and one of the animators at pixar respectively.

It. was. awesome.

I mean, seriously. I didn't think about it much at first, then I was like "shit. this dude is why i'm here"

I'd have the same speech for Carlos, but pixar has always been such a wide range that it doesn't quite connect. But his story bout the whole rejection thing really puts things in perspective.

So, aside from shaking his hand, I got him to sign my unnamed tablet. It. was. awesome.

thoughts running low. will also eventually write my thoughts on The Muppets. (which i watched a special screening of)

It's just how I roll

3/12/11

So, if you haven't quite noticed, i've shut myself up for a pretty long time. Blog posts not been as full of that content you just love.

Since nothing really HAPPENS anymore, i'm now going to one-shot you my week. Stay tuned as I cover sexy tangos set to pop music, velvet suits, Jung Soo Yeon and the sex that never happened.

So, I spend a lot (i mean A LOT) of time at home. However, melor came back recently and we needed to catch a movie. Since i'd already caught immortals TWICE (and STILL don't get what its about) and that awesome movie about boxing robots was no longer showing, all i had left was twilight.

At the very least, I got my money's worth in laughs. This movie was so horribly done I would have cried. And then the censorship board had to go and butcher the movie FURTHER and now I walk out of the cinema not knowing at all what the fuck I just wasted valuable life seconds watching. Granted, given a choice, i'd watch this again over abduction (if you haven't read how much i hated THAT, I strongly recommend you do).

And the only thing making this movie worse is the people who obsess over it. I have my obsessions too, granted. But if someone's going around giving your shitpiece of a movie a beatdown, the last thing you wanna do is let him know how much it bothers you. Seriously. This is a new record for me. I got told to shut up during the movie by 2 GUYS (XY people) and then got called "uncivilized" for criticizing the movie.

I've hit an all-time high on that.

Although i'll give it one thing, to an extent the wedding was okay, and jacob is a LITTLE more tolerable here. But the werewolves are still having orgies in the woods and bella is still a... well she's not a slut, what do you call the most spineless and needy person on the planet?

i would mention you, but that'd be below the belt. even for me.

Moving on, the week also had its share of kpop. SNSD won an award and people hated that. The sky is blue, water is wet and every time you bite a piece of bread, it gets SMALLER. Honestly, the higher you get up the K-Pop ladder, the worse off it gets.

Basically, what i said earlier applies here. Both ways. Haters who hate only make the fans happier, and fans who bitch about haters only make the haters win. How do you curb this?

NOT. GIVE. A FUCK.

I mean, I'm happy everyone who won well, won. throw your own little parties and give the devil your soul or whatever the fuck you kids do nowadays when something goes your way. Done.

Now if you haven't noticed, i'm going to go on about goings on in the world instead of my head. Because this week, you don't get a glimpse. Still under reconstruction. Moving on.

So the awards show saw one more awesome thing thats never really happened in the world of kpop (my verification is that if its happened before and korea DIDN'T go into civil war, it'll happen a million more times (case in point, abracadabra))

(photo: AllKpop)

Before you think i'm all upset about this like the million of fangirls, boys and other, i'm actually pretty cool with this. We guys have no shot with hyunA anyways.

So, Trouble Maker, as I understand, is some form of mini group from B2STs HyunSeung and 4M's HyunA. Now, anyone who's seen BubblePop! would agree with me if I said the music video was largely a letdown. HyunA (in my opinion) is a very talented artist, capable of some pretty awesome dance moves (anyone who can tango is, in my books, a bauss) some sick raps and can pull off the fierce look well. Bubble Pop however, throws that all away in favor of her 2 talents right there. This performance however, was very tango-like, VERY steamy (more than twilight, anyway (I STILL feel profoundly ripped off)) and lets face it: HyunA looks better in a long dress compared to Bubblepop's "how many ways can we strip hyunA without getting this mv banned?" concept.

And then the mv came out.

i know i'm not mentioning HS much in this rant, because i'm not very familiar with B2ST (i like their songs, but never got acquainted with the members. bite me)

So the mv is like, good. Crazy good. it's like a korean Love. Sex. Magic. and anyone who knows how much i like that one... knows how much I like it? clearly i am in need of more sugar in my system.

if you've seen Hyuna's performances of Just Follow on Music Bank, you'll see the side of HyunA I don't get dates for liking. Fierce, charismatic, and still hot even though she's hardly showing any skin. While she's not rapping in this music video, that confidence is still there.

while the acting isn't GREAT, any scene involving the duo feels like a sexual timebomb waiting to explode. That bit where they almost lock lips and she pulls away almost leaves you breathless. It's not over-the-top, it's just hot.

And HyunSeung (the lucky bugger i wanna high-five SO BADLY right now) looks damn good in a suit. he looks a little babyfaced compared to HyunA, but does the man know how to work a suit. he has several in the mv, from leopard print to velvet. and they all. look. gorgeous. Sadly, i didn't take any caps of him (priorities. blow me, fangirls)

did i mention red lipstick is a killer turn-on? because yeah.

So with Melor being back, she's introduced me to british comedy. Brits are dry, sarcastic and awesome. While I love the kind of american humor associated with Barney Stinson (over the top slapstick) and Jack Donaghy (well-timed oddly placed phrases), there's just something I love about Stephen Fry and Jimmy Carr. Jimmy Carr tends to be a little offensive, but people say that about me all the time. Plus, anyone who can make a comeback like Jimmy deserves to be worshipped. If you haven't, check him out. Stephen Fry is at his best on QI, where he makes saying ANYTHING sound normal.

I've also finally gotten around to hearing LMFAO's Sexy and I know it. I will never watch the full music video, for I like my retinas not burnt to a crisp. It's not that I hate LMFAO, I quite liked Party Rock Anthem and SAIKI is pretty good too. it's just that I think they are prone to being seriously overplayed. And if there's anything i hate, its a good song being ruined by a 13 year old who just learned to cuss.

So if you haven't noticed, not much on SNSD. I mean, there was the award, and Star Life Theater (which i have yet to finish watching and therefore shan't comment). In fact, you'd almost say they did nothing in the uprising of HyunA for this week. A few minutes ago, I'd have agreed.

Then this happened.

Did I mention I loved this police concept? it's uniformed like Genie, they are showing off legs without looking too over-the-top and it just nags you at the back of the head with that little stripper fantasy with their knee-high boots.

"Yes Jessica, I have been bad. And the handcuffs are ABSOLUTELY necessary"

and I wonder why no one will date me.

BONUS: shoutout to Alex if she's actually read through this long and didn't storm off at the twilight rant.

It's just how I roll

27.11/11

Insecurity time. shh.

So I have this bad habit where when i'm left alone too long, I start churning out worst case scenarios and they start destroying me like corruptors on a banshee. And really, no one's safe from this. Sometimes i think even those i hold closest are ready with a knife and a smartass soothsayer for a brilliant day in politics

if you got that reference, good for you.

So yeah. sometimes I think you're actually just entertaining me while hoping i'll eventually be gone. I mean, I don't know about you, but I think we connect really well. And well, yeah. But you have your world, I have mine. and another of my many personality flaws would kick in if we crossed those lines.

brain suddenly blank. lately my head's defense mechanism against depression has been to just empty all thoughts after a while. blek.

It's just how I roll

19/11/11

There are many things I could say about you.

Anyone; in fact; for this reflex,

Every over elaborate lie and empty promise,

So excuse me if the moon isn't on your porch tomorrow.

I won't write your name in the sky,

I won't disarm a bomb with my teeth.

I can't catch you a leprecauhn

or kill a samurai with a leaf.

Are you still reading? Because that's my point exactly.

If you're still here, you know (now, at least) who I am.

I won't say i can't live another day without you because frankly, i will.

But it would definitely be a lot more boring.

I don't want you to be the only girl in the world; rather the one i trust most.

You are the one for whom I would forget the past mistakes,

and make me throw away old heart breaks.

I've digressed a lot. But that's my point.

Sometimes I'm indirect and sometimes i'm direct to the point I eat dreams with maple syrup.

And while it's not taken from the lips of shakespeare:

People will come and go. Replace each other like checkers pieces.

But you, matter.

It's just how I roll

4/11/11

I don't like playing the victim all the time. I thought I sorted out my issues with the universe last time.

So why the fuck is it still pushing me around?

This week has been total shit on my part. First, my cunt of a groupmate "oversleeps" the day of our presentation, next, I get more shit from my VC group and the howler monkey of a leader. THEN, my letterforms starts going to fuck, and after that, the snsd concert tickets sell out. AGAIN. and I know it's just a concert, and I won't catch cancer from not attending but GOD DAMMIT WHY WON'T SOMETHING JUST GO RIGHT? oh, and then my headphones kaput on me. Thanks. and TF2 keeps DC-ing so I can't even enjoy that. I. Am. Not. Happy.

I mean, college is college. shit happens. But why fuck up the rest of my life too? I swear, with all this shit, there had BETTER be a good tradeoff. Like meeting SNSD in person. Or Ashley. Or both. Or even discovering motherfucking atlantis. because I. Am. Tired.

I'm annoyed that now more than ever, I feel alone. And not just in the coupley sense, you shallow douchewagons, I feel deserted. I feel alien. And not necessarily in the good way. I am trying to remain optimistic, but one can only take so many socks in the jaw before the damn thing finally falls off. And I don't think my mom would be happy if I started throwing more things like frisbee disks. Seriously.

I like that Alaina's checking up on me, even if it IS just really to satisfy her ego. Or maybe it isn't. I don't know anymore.

I'm still pissed off about my headphones. they were MY headphones. I paid for them with MY cash. and now, barely a year later, they're gone. kaput. which means I can't listen to music, drown out my hate for all things to exist in the universe or even skype call, because the last thing i want is fucking eavesdropping. I was supposed to go swimming to get RID of the fucking stress, not multiply it a few fucking more tons.

Rephrasing, You can only bite back at the universe when it's not being such a cocksucking cunt.

It's just how I roll

31/10/11

You know, lately, the term "manning up" has become really subjective. I mean, way back in the good old days, manning up meant only one thing: Mindless pounding; be it a mountain, a dragon, some man hitting on your woman, some man screwing your woman, or your woman (in all sense of bow chicking her bow wow).

That was it. Manning up just meant numbing your remaining brain cells, clenching your fists and doing the most primitive thing that makes it into your mind within 10 seconds (because you'd only have 10 fingers to count with). This was man at its primitive glory, folks. I mean,; come on, we have BOXING, for crying out loud. Back then no one thought of DUCKING, it was just "punch. no die? punch again. Loop"

Today, manning up could mean ANYTHING. It could mean walking away from a fight, it could mean skipping the quadruple-double McSteak-and-bucket-of-grease-wich-with-beef-buns. It could mean getting your wife flowers when she's mad at you or NOT getting her flowers, letting her be mad and cooling off instead. Worse; manning up nowadays could actually mean, god forbid, TALKING THINGS OUT.

Honestly? blame the women.

WAIT.

Before you pelt me in pitchforks tipped with grizzly bears and chainsaws, I don't mean this in a bad way. I mean; let's face it; I don't wake up in the mornings and swan dive off a waterfall of Old Spice and brush my teeth with a freshly ripped vertebrae of a caribou. Count 'em, I know words more than 3 syllables long. Some.

Where was I?

right. Modern man is raised by his mother. and when someone with brains is in charge of explaining the world to a highly impressionable kid, his vision of the world WILL change, regardless of how well caribou-spine prevents tooth decay. This generation of momma's boys have F1, which is so brain intensive that it's a sport that STILL causes physical harm even though you spend the entire sport sitting down.

I'm rambling, so I'll state my argument now: Being a Man now is different from being a man then. To enforce this, i'll provide several scenarios.

Back then, it was perfectly cool that Captain America punched Adolf in the jaw. THAT was a hero. BIFF! BAM! POW!. We had the DOOM GUY, people. 7 (or 9, if you wanna get technical) weapons that run on TESTOSTERONE. Arnold Schwartzenegger was TERMINATOR. T-Rex stood up straight and Pluto was a planet because SOMEONE had to emphasize the hugeness of Jupiter. When a guy comes near your woman, they put a vacancy sign on their ass, and your foot is looking for a place to stay.

Got that? Because now, nothing gets accomplished until there is DELIBERATION. We have Portal. We have TOOLS. Arnold Schwartzenegger was GOVERNOR. T-Rex laid low and might have been a scavenger. Pluto's not a planet. You use mind tricks to protect your woman (and god forbid, meaningful conversation)

The old Man sees things in binary. black and white. Today, there are so many sides to the story, by the time you actually get to the decision-making, you're too exhausted to do anything. The death of Duke Nukem and rebirth of Stephen Hawking.

Even "fight" has lost it's meaning. Say "Fight" to the old man and you'd be painted a picture of eagles, chainsaws, katanas, and maybe even a jack-hammer/Platypus hybrid. Now, fighting can be anything, from not eating to standing still.

So when you tell me to man up, fight for what I want, your guess is as good as anyone's as to what i'm supposed to do. Meanwhile, I'm in need of a BFG, some Irn Bru and perhaps looping Revenge of The Fallen over and over again. Clearly, man and thinking were just never meant to be.

It's just how I roll

30/10/11

Oh how the ghost of you lingers.

I honestly hope you don't leave me any time soon. You have brought out the better sides in me, made me want to be a better person, and generally just stuck there to save me from becoming the manic depressive I teeter on the edge of.

And you're gone.

Oh well. There's plenty more going on in the detox of my life, but I hardly doubt it's worth much a mention. just so lazy lately.

It's just how I roll

21/10/11

ouch. Note to self: never rest on the wheel while it's turning. it feels great when you're on top, but sucks on the trip down. fucking physics laws applying to mood metaphors.

I'd say something deep about how I feel, but I wanna go back to tearing life a new one. Since I have no direct rant planned, let's go for the old winging it.

You. Idiot. Okay, sorry for being vague, but I am surrounded by twits. I'm a twit, you're a twit, all twits. But you see, it's like this: Some people are so jobless they'll do ANYTHING to sound important. It's come to my attention that if I say I wanted to make an energy drink named "Boink", it would be banned because a) boink rhymes with oink which is the sound of a pig and it is therefore not halal, b) it was produced by a guy who knowingly named his drink after a rhyme with the onomatopoeia of a pig's snort, and c) someone spread an article saying a poor businessman wanting to make a living could afford drugs to put into said drink to make more money. I mean, seriously. Are you THAT neophobic that you have to question every single thing and make associations to your worst fears?

Which brings me to another point. Another facebook rant. Lately, sharing has gotten more activity. And rather than share something meaningful like, say, something to brighten someone's day when they're depressed and lifeless enough to go on facebook, instead I'm flooded with

a) "love quotes" which are usually the same quote recycled and presented differently

b) CONTROVERSY! SHARE WITH ALL YOUR FRIENDS TO WARN THEM THAT DORITOS WILL GIVE YOU PROSTATE CANCER! *grotesque graphic image of dorito filled prostate* or my least favourite,

c) "This man picked up a penny from a sidewalk. TRULY HE IS THE SPAWN OF SATAN AND YOU'RE GOING TO HELL FOR NOT DOING ANYTHING ABOUT IT!"

the first one needs no more ranting. Look, I don't WANT to know any more about how this boy waited for this girl and etc. By right, he shoulda been arrested for stalking the bitch and she's a slut for running between guys. And if people really think this kinda shit happens, then it should happen often enough for it to stop being a hero story. Moving. On.

As for attacking my doritos, fuck you. Even if whatever news you had WAS true, it'd be out in the papers, unless it was still a theory. If it was still a theory, then you are now to blame for unnecessary spread of discord, panic and ruining my appetite. Douche. I mean, it's hard to believe that some buttcrab spent his day googling 'diseased eyes' to photoshop to look worse and spread on fb. I'm not saying it'll never happen, I'm just saying that in a world FULL of lies (I mean, come on. we're talking about the internet here,) I highly doubt a facebook update will change the world. And the ones who immediately go "HEAD FOR THE HILLS, DORITOS WILL KILL US! SO SAYS FACEBOOK!" are a bunch of gullible twits. fo sho.

The last one is sensitive ground. I get your support for a cause, and believe me, I support people standing for something. So consider me a motherfucker on a steamroller who's gonna crush your dreams and piss on your children and you're just gonna have to deal with it. Because seriously, 89% of the people sharing these cause pictures don't care. They're not off in africa saving lives. In fact, here's a glimpse of their heads at the moment, after filtering through a ton of cricket noises and re-runs of abduction:

"Hurr durr. Wh47s dis?"

*checks checklist*

[/] graphic image

[/] deep sounding message

[/] mention of death

*share*

"I are so sm4r7 rite nao."

on another note, sometimes you unnecessarily antagonize good people and worship mediocrity. It's hard to describe, this last criteria, because it STARTS with good intentions, but it grows stale and just becomes another method of attention whoring and being a buzkill for internet time.

I think that's all I got for now. I'll be back.

It's just how I roll

18/10/11: Kpop double whammy

It's not very often I get this: 2 groups I like (within 2 tiers of each other [damn I should really make that chart]) releasing a music video at the same time. So to commemorate this rare occurrence, I shall present to you my two cents on both.

SECRET: Love is Move

Okay, let me first start off by saying I really like Secret because they're the underdogs of k-pop. They haven't quite reached Diva status like 4Minute and SNSD, but they're pretty good.

So once again, Secret presents us with the retro concept. Unlike Shy Boy though, this seems to be... hmm, how do I put this lightly?

SEXIER.

Oh yes. We get to see these girls showing off more dance moves, and putting the cute side gently in a corner. The beat is very reminiscent of beach parties, yet with a nightclub background. It's a very energetic song, and even the dance moves show it off.

And for bonus points, they make Sunhwa the god-damn sexiest girl next door ever. (because that's how she looks to me. in general)

The dance moves , as mentioned earlier, are very energetic and pretty well synchronized. The girls are rarely still for more than a second as they respond to every beat. Everything about this song screams retro. And that's not a bad thing.

SNSD (Girl's Generation): The Boys

there's a little history to be had about this music video. firstly, one of the biggest complaints about SNSD is that their music videos were HIGHLY repetitive and they banked solely on the cute factor to win over their legions of dedicated fans. You wanted different? you got it.

The Boys is a more "urban dance" beat than their other bubblegum pop songs. Their moves are crazily synchronized and the song has an almost military bass to it.

I'll admit, the song on it's own or the choreography on its own are nothing much to scream about. But if we're analyzing the music video, we've got it pretty good. It opens with a minute long clip of the girls all walking out from a dark room. First thoughts would be they look GORGEOUS. second would be the over-emphasis on the dove. but that can be slid.

As mentioned, the music video is presented VERY well. There is this feeling of inherent drama at the beginning that just draws you in. The dance break in the middle is very well done too.

While not as defined a concept as Love is Move, this music video is more entertaining to watch as a video (but then again, Sunhwa ).

Actually, even THAT point is counterpointed. One thing about SNSD is that each of the 9 girls are usually wearing something different, so I can take time to comment there. since 9x3= 27 I'll only be touching on highlights here.

Taeyeon seems to be going for a sort of punk look with a pink streak and pvc boots. I must say I very much like this look, and she is generally very fierce throughout the performance

Out of all her outfits, Jessica seems to look best in the princess regalia, with her blue tube dress and tiara. This particular look really suits her, but her other outfits are good too.

Sooyoung, physically, has always been about her really long legs. With that in mind, her high-waisted outfit with the really pretty blouse serve their function pretty well.

Yoona joins Jessica for looking best in her princess regalia. Something about the outfit just WORKS here.

I'll have to admit, I was really looking forward to Sunny's appearance. her teaser photos were the best, because the short hair was a REALLY drastic change. I was not disappointed here, and her black blouse+shorts+red hoodie are the winning combo here.

Seohyun looks really great in her purple cheongsam-esque dress. From hair to makeup, her closeups have to be the most impressive of the lot.

I'm really tempted to say Hyo's Queen Amidala look is the best of hers, but I won't lie. She shines most in the dance break, with her blue top and black pants.

Yuri looks absolutely gorgeous in the entire video, although I think her princess look is a bit heavy on the makeup. However, her suit and bangs win because a) suits are awesome b) Yuri is awesome and c) bangs are awesome.

Tiffany has the most charisma in the video, and is intent on punishing me for my stupid days when she was at the bottom of my bias list. Before someone misreads it and impales me to death, that didn't last very long. She looks really good in all her outfits, but her dance outfit with the cap is the most impressive.

It's unfair to ask me which I liked better of the two videos, it's like asking me which is better: God of War or DMC? you just can't do that. All in all, SNSD projects a more fierce mood while Secret's is playful but sexy.

Before I forget, anyone with no clue as to what I'm talking about can follow these links:

Secret: http://youtu.be/1Pr3d8AbkGs

SNSD: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6pA_Tou-DPI

I highly reccomend both videos, do check them out.

It's just how I roll

16/10/11

The universe is a fucked up place.

Technically, it's kinda my fault. In retrospect, I've become one of the more dangerous kinds of cynics: the ones who don't know how they're being destroyed from the inside out.

I mean, I never noticed, but I don't really trust a lot of people. I'm quick to hit the panic button and because of that I guess it seems like I undervalue some people.

I need to fix myself. But the big question is how?

My head is still all over the place. will update when it isn't.

It's just how I roll

8/10/11

So, spent today out with dush, chang and future mrs. chang. could tell you I had a really good time, which I did, but shiv is planning on us re-starting TNT, and I figured I can give reviewing Abduction a whirl.

Now, pardon my any details missing, because a) this movie was so bad I couldn't keep focus on it, and b) it didn't seem to take its own details very seriously. The movie is about a ninja-werewolf (yeah right, I WISH it was that cool) emo teen boy who seems to have gone 4 years just staring at a girl he likes but never talking to her, even though they made out prior.

You see, that's the set up of the movie. By this point I'd run out of snacks and resorted to calling all the movie's fail moments.

So, after getting wasted at a party, his dad's punishment is kicking his ass in boxing. I should note that his dad is possibly the most badass guy on the planet for kicking this guy's ass so badly.

Okay, I know we're not supposed to judge based by the color of a guy's skin, but his parents are as white as white can get. And Taylor Lautner... isn't. I mean, if you wanted to make this movie so REALISTIC and MINDFUCKY you'd at least bring THAT up.

But I'll let that slide.

So we meet his friend, a guy who makes fake IDs and also knows how to operate firearms, named Gilly. In class, he and the girl he likes are paired up for a project on missing persons.

I really wish i'd taken notes during the movie, cus like I said: lots doesn't make sense. Details aside, he's actually being looked for by russians and the CIA, and sigourney weaver. his parents (who aren't his real parents) are killed by a bomb that is NEVER explained as to how it got there because the agents are killed by his NINJA MOM the second they come in (well, not the last one. but he was getting his ass kicked too) and begin road trip across towns within 24 hours.

The timeline really doesn't add up, because somehow he can still call Gilly to get him stuff no matter where he is. Seriously. BS. Also, he's on the run from ARMED agents, and instead of getting his friend with a car, fake IDs AND shooting skills, he sticks to boobs and bigger-than-thou-eyebrows. Guess I get that. If I die, may as well try to get laid first.

It's never explained why his character knows KUNG FU when he's been trained to BOX, but whatever.

Typically, the ending is him saving the day.

I guess if you want a thriller, this would be OK, but really, the plot is just weak. it's purely based on the fame of our werewolf hero, who; might I add; survives A BOMB BLAST. There's even a twilight scene in the movie.

Watch at own risk. 2 out of 5.

It's just how I roll

September recap

Okay, I've abandoned you for a month, cus my dear Jessica has been in the shop for most of september. just got her back today. I'll skip the depressing bits because fuck it, they don't matter.

the oddest thing happened the other day. Because I'm such a masochist, I still think I can help people by giving out advice and cheering up those who need it. So, the other day, I got a thank you. As in, an actual thank you, not the one you say at the end of your sentences so I'll shut up. It's hard to explain, but it felt good.

Also, had a pretty fun outing with Lex and hema last weekend. We watched Fright Night. Oh david tennant, you sexy beast. And They are good company. I don't find that a lot nowadays.

I know I wouldn't mention it, but with so much happening, it's good to have people I can still goof off with. which reminds me, Chang, Dush and I have gone a month without fucking someone's shit up. this cannot go unpunished.

there's my recap. ONWARDS!

It's just how I roll

31/8/11

I'm 18 :)

I'll admit, i was prepared for today to suck. so many people cancelled on me it was ready to spell disaster. So this group of psychos come over and fix that by making music videos, going to the maid cafe and generally denying the sane.

So youtube won't show the video in Malaysia, and Blogger says it's too big. *sighs*

Oh well.

It's just how I roll

27/8/11

So, these past 2 days have been like living out a weird reality show xP

Friday was stressful to start, with college and everything. But going buka puasa with the guys was too many varieties of epic. Nice catching up again, especially with Adib and Maxim, who I rarely see anymore.

Of course, Dush and Maxim stayed over for some epic fun in ultimate alliance and portal xP

Today, we all went out to OU to drag on this weird reality show with 3 challenges:

CS Zombies,

Doom 3 DM

Batting Cages IRL

lol. In all honesty, the third was the hardest xP

Okay, I seriously am gonna need sleep soon. I better head off xP

It's just how I roll

23/8.11

It should be noted that right now, I am very happy.

So I apologized to Alex, on the grounds of being an inconvenient D-bag and we're more or less on talking terms again. I hope so, at least. :)

I don't expect things to suddenly roll back to the 28th of May and life restart from there again as if it never happened. But I'm glad this wasn't quite the end.

Also, since driving was cancelled AGAIN today, I finished my sketch for OTP. All that leaves is gestures. :D

Hopefully, this is that pivot where my life turns around and things go back into place.

It's just how I roll

18/8/11

You know, I almost forgot my no batman rule. Funny enough, haven't needed reminding. It's just been that much more chill out of college. No vendettas, no thoughts of mutiny. Just gaming and occasionally talking to girls. And failing xP

speaking of which, it's not so much i'm not surrounded by hot girls. the question is getting them to look at me in the right way xP

either ways, life's pretty good right now. Oh yes.

It's just how I roll

15/8/11 sketches

so I've been bored, and been doing more sketches. Sorry they're horizontal, I'm a lazy fuck to import these to iPhoto and have them rotated. In case they're atrocious, they are DOTM Megatron and Soundwave/Laserbeak respectively. Megs took a solid 7 hours while Soundwave took about 4-5 hours :D

It's just how I roll

9/8/11

Hmm, clarity is weird. It leaves no room for a lot of emotion, but since I'm still not fully coming to terms with reality, I don't get the glee that comes with it. fucking door to door clarity salesmen.

Farah says I need to chill. While I agree with her wholeheartedly, her suggestion of how isn't up my street. what can I say, my standards apply for everyone.

That brings me to something Hann is implying.

Yes. I have expectations for everyone. And I can be VERY judgemental. So I'm not so cool with the idea that some people are just gonna stay where they are.

Honestly, I have no rebuttal. I don't think my actions need to be defended because it's really been one of those things that's been with me forever. And call it what you want, but the way I see it; it's just a little naivety that people can do better things than they are now.

For example, certain people of which I shall not mention her name. She does a lot of things I'm not happy with. And I may have been disappointed in her at a time, but I'd say I'm pretty pleased with where she is now. and not in the snarky revenge way. :)

Of course, my approval means jack shit. As you were, life.

It's just how I roll

just a random thought

this is my work ethic.

And now, back to your regularly scheduled programming

It's just how I roll

4/8/11

Fasting has an odd effect on me.

I can't seem to honestly be mad. Annoyed, yes. Sad, definitely. But the spark isn't there.

Suju's new song is catchy. like really.

You know, I don't get why people always assume things in black and white. If I like K-pop, then sucks to be you. Doesn't put me in the league of HYPEROBSESSED people, it just means I have a thing for girls in hot pants telling me they love me (and honestly, who doesn't?).

Another thing I don't get, is this belief that big words makes you sound smarter. So your sentences drag a little longer. that tends to just make you a bore, rather than smart most of the time.

"Your brain fails to transmit information at a high enough speed because your neurons cannot transmit information across the Purkinje fibres at a large enough distance over a small enough time to..."

as opposed to

"you're an idiot".

Am I an egomaniac? Yes. Am I going crazy? Perhaps. That remains to be seen. Even if it is, I think it will be an act of mercy.

Let's face it, too many people are trying to be batman. I know this is a stretch coming from ME of all people, but sometimes it's good to stop taking life so seriously. Not everything should be about vendettas and betrayal and shit. It's good to just blow off some steam. I think college has taught me that more than anything.

Hey ash, I miss you. You too, Lex. especially if you're still reading my blog.

It's just how I roll

Spin me a story

Have you ever been told you were to meet Mickey Mouse; only to find out he was a pot-bellied man in a cotton suit?

Imagine my surprise.

I was invited to meet Death; the man who stalks the earth.

I always admired him, in a way.

He caused me nothing but sorrow; taught me nothing but pain,

and all without meeting him face to face.

So imagine when I found that; like Mickey Mouse, Death was only a facade for something completely different.

That he only summarized the collective endgame of several entities.

Worse; that I already knew them.

First, there was ambition.

Even as I sat at the table he would walk over to me and whisper that I could be sitting at the head of the table.

He explained that his promise lifts even the most grounded person up.

The higher they get; the hungrier they get,

And they are doomed to die of starvation,

miles above the ground.

I knew ambition well.

And through our friendship, it was expected he was a part of this grim circle.

The others; though strangers;

their participation was what felt like a thousand stabs to the back each.

For sitting alongside Ambition was Peace.

Ever deceptive, Peace was a beautiful thing.

He knew Man was naive; and would gain his audience through violence.

Those he visited were worst off, they were deceived into believing they were free.

They had no thirst; or worse; did not think they did,

they were doomed to their own satisfaction.

So in love were they with their ideals,

they ultimately dug their own graves.

The third seat was empty.

When the two introduced their missing brother, I felt all the weight in my heart crush me .

His stories were spread to all of man; who looked far and wide for them.

Some abandoned ambition, and some even abandoned peace; just for this entity.

So imagine how I felt:

I had come face to face with death and still was denied meeting Love.

It's just how I roll

Yes, I'm resentful. Yes, I can be insecure. But when you'd pick your new artsy boytoy over me in a heartbeat but have "to think about" all my invitations, WHO WOULDN'T BE? I guess it isn't your fault, I guess he's just that much better than me.

I hate never being good enough. As it is, i've wasted 1.5 hours not being able to do my portrait cus I'm too fucking angry to get on my ass and do it. So there. motherfucker. I've smashed my room and hurt myself in the progress, and you know what? NO ONE DARES ATTEMPT CONTACT. All these people who dare challenge me when I'm calm? WHERE ARE YOU NOW?

28/7/11

I had a rant written out, but it's being translated in terms of the stuff flying across my room.

It's just how I roll

27/7/11

It's a gift and a curse, being me. On one hand, you scheme a lot, meaning you are prepared for things to go your way. On the other, the smallest things can drive you up the wall.

I don't know why I'm so afraid. I'm wan-fucking-amirul. I should laugh in the face of anything because of my ability to get back up and kick ass/be a dick. But here I am, scared I might be replaced. This is annoying.

I guess if I were to meet the perfect girl, she'd have to put up with this. She'd have to understand that I AM a neurotic person, and letting anything sit in my head is a bad idea.

It's just how I roll

26/7/11

I hate this. This empty feeling.

It doesn't help that I'm a fucking masochist, listening to songs I know will make me feel worse.

I don't mean to be a whiny asshole who puts pressure on relationships like they mean something, but I gotta wonder.

People just turn around when they have that special someone. Suddenly, life's worth living and that inactive warhead you were carrying becomes light as a feather.

I gotta know, is it really all that?

I'd like to find out. It's kinda lonely in my little trapdoor.

It's just how I roll

25/7/11

I'm feeling happy. that's odd.

Quick update, life is still rather dead. People are disappointments and I got washed by the tsunami of nostalgia.

But I'll live. I'm built to.

It's just how I roll

21/7/11 (2)

I don't want to be alone.

I don't want to walk forward, look at the burning forest;

only to turn around and feel the midnight breeze behind me.

I won't do it; I won't.

And for every new person it's like a new disappointment;

I can call them what I want: pawns, experiments;

But I always get attached

And from there the pain starts.

I see cracks everywhere;

I saw the Titanic sink before it sailed; I saw the people frown,

I am on a bridge; burning from both ends

and the only way is down.

It's just how I roll

21/7/11

I'm seriously lost. Who am I?

I could have sworn at some point someone said I'm a lot more relaxed this time around. And at the same time, i'm sure someone else has told me off for my nitpicking.

I've been called a planner and I've been called lazy.

Seriously, major identity crisis here.

It's just how I roll

20/7/11

holy shit, july's ending. Soon.

Dear hot neighbour chic across the hall from me,

I don't know you, you don't know me. Unless you've been stalking me, which I highly doubt. Because let's face it; not much to stalk. I really just sit here and type angry thoughts where no one will read them. But I digress.

I have a lot of issues. To the point I can be considered broken property.

And although I may not go around telling people I'm almost always depressed, it would mean a lot, really, it would, if you could maybe not be like the many others and give me a shot.

Fuck it, that's never gonna work.

Tag, I'm it.

It's just how I roll

18/7/11

Formal letter of complaint to the Universe:

You suck. Really, you do. I would like to list the reasons why:

Firstly, You never fail to come up with creative new ways to mess with my head. You promise me so much, but it never comes true, does it? No one bothers listening to me even if I had a fucking halo and had my wrists nailed to a fucking cross. Nope. At this rate. I should just carry a fucking baseball bat to hit every thing wrong you're about to throw at me.

Secondly, it's bad enough I lead this shit trail, but you make me go through it alone. Nope, I'm not allowed to have friends. Or companions. Or even mindless pawns. Even if I built them, they'd hate me. And you know, making me rub off as uncharismatic and consistently look like I was gonna kill a motherfucker wasn't enough, you had to go and give me this prison in my own head that destroys all friendships and generally any hope of me breaking the loop.

the girls. OH YES, the girls. Thank you, dear universe, for making me the one man magnetically repellant to all XXs. Yes. Not only do they not WANT to be around me, even if they tried getting within 5 feet range, they get blasted away by magnetic force. thanks. a lot. Is it so much to just make a guy feel a little wanted? At all? AT FUCKING ALL?!

I mean, 4 people in the span of 3 months. That has to be a fucking record or something. And don't give me any crap about "be myself" because I TRIED that. Hell, I think this is your way of making me off myself so there's no possible way you could allow me to even get afterlife happiness. Thanks.

Topping it all off, you are very punctual, proactive and even fucking VIGILANT in making sure I REMEMBER all these failures, burnt into the back of my skull and the west wing of my kidneys and that little nook on my gall bladder. Just for fun, eh?

Fuck you.

17/7/11

Today was good.

Got a taste of modding by gluing on some Gundam bits to my Tamiya 4WD from way back when and made a pretty sweet ride. It's kinda cool seeing all this stuff from long ago resurfacing for all things awesome :)

small cloud of doubt, but meh. Will address it another time.

It's just how I roll

A passing note:

Alex Louisa Fernando, born 27th September 1993.

Favourite games God of War and Kingdom Hearts

Screams loudly at horror movies and can't shoot a necromorph if it sat in front of her.

My buddy to nerd about gaming and action movies with; and if anything the closest thing to a Maxim sub while he's in Kelantan.

I miss you.

That is all.

13/7/11

I am pissed. I know it's not just because I'm out of tape. Or that I haven't had a fulfilling sleep in 3 days. Or that I'm sick. Or that I'm getting the shaft on everything I do.

It's the whole gangbang shitpiece of it.

It's the fact that I finally felt good about painting just to find out I've been going at it wrong. It's this whole fact that the female race is, if anything, REPULSED by me.

That's a first.

I mean, left; right; and centre people just don't want to be associated with me anymore. Thanks for nothing, assjackets.

"Be yourself" you say. Yeah, that always works.

"Hi, I'm a broken person with abandonment issues but covers it up by being an obsessive compulsive kpop freak geek dick all of the time who also writes angry rants"

4. COUNT EM. 4.

Would it kill anyone to love me for a change?

It's just how I roll

12/7/11

Well, i've been complaining about a lack of things to hate, so VOILA, MOTHERFUCKERS. thank you for this horrible present which you call modern tv shows.

I don't know why, but I hate them. Most, if not all of what's on tv is crap. And this isn't to say "I want my 90s cartoons back" I don't even need to GO that far. Ben 10 was good. TFA and Teen Titans, Good. JUSTICE LEAGUE: GOOD. And if you wanna be a bitch and tell me I only like shows with continuity, fine. FAIRLY ODD PARENTS AND SPONGEBOB WERE GOOD.

emphasis here would be the word WERE. I don't know how to describe it, but at some point, Nickelodeon and Disney must have sucked the same cock, because the shows nowadays all suck.

I'll try to let this out nicely. Disney is now into stupid anime shit with really crappy animation and a need to be more 'malaysian'. More on that later, the anime shit really pisses me off. But then again, I haven't seen any disney shows lately, so I guess it's time for the malaysian shit.

Now, I've always been biased about malaysian cartoons. They tend to suck, in all honesty. One day, someone creates Upin And Ipin. This full CGI series that shows... malaysian life? sure. whatever. And I guess that's all nice and stuff.

I guess I wouldn't hate it as much if it wasn't always hailed as the greatest thing to come out of malaysia. I mean, I hear it being called the pinnacle of Malaysian animation, and I have to tell you: that's a joke. Seriously. We can do SO MUCH BETTER. Did anyone know about the malaysians working on Transformers?

Okay, that's not fair.

...wait a minute.

YES IT IS. IT'S TOTALLY FAIR. I mean, BEAST WARS looks better than this, and it's almost 20 YEARS OLD. There, was an unfair statement. Beast wars was awesome.

Okay, U/I aside, I'm totally cool with that. that's done. Of course, they had to make another show with super powers and shit and racist stereotypes in the exact same style. But I can't attack that until I've been forced to sit through an episode of that. And after U/I, I'm pretty well fortified.

So now that I am done bashing Disney on the TV front, I shall move on to arch enemy number 2: Nickelodeon.

I hate it. Everything. about. it. Spongebob USED to be good. It used to have this dark little sense of humor that somehow still made it appropriate for children. Now, his voice seems to be higher and he's infinitely whinier than before. It's hard to describe. Back then, he was the every day weirdo you see. NOW, Nickelodeon seems to be implying he's gay. What a use for all those holes, eh?

But my attack will not end there. Much like a decepticon, I shall press onwards. That show Fanboy and Chum Chum is another annoying one. It's loud, stupid and very much obscene at times. I'm not being a whiny parent considering a) I have no kids and b) there is a fine line between stupid humor and just being stupid. No prizes for guessing which side this fucknugget is on. This show is so bad, I actually got migraines from my brother watching this brainfart that people spent MONEY making. Here's a tip, Nickelodeon: Stop letting your writers smoke cheap weed. They produce crappy ideas.

Okay, now this requires a little further stretch of the imagination. There is this show in between shows involving a kid and her mom cooking. This may surprise you, but guess what?

I hate it. REALLY, I DO.

Call me an anarchist, but I just despise malaysian made shows. Okay, more accurately, I hate malaysian made shows attempting to be western and failing epicly. From the girl's condescending attitude to her annoying bitch-ass voice, I really, really, REALLY want to pop a cap in something when I hear the show starting. But then again, I guess I'm just out of the required age range.

Ah, HIMYM, T70S and Doctor Who, never leave me.

It's just how I roll