~Mad Squeeble~

I come back. And if my LJ gets bahleeted, I'm also at cmayyin.blogspot.com.

I feel a little sickened, both by the decision and this *wildly gleeful* reaction. It's not like Lina Joy went around or will go around killing teh Muslimz. She doesn't kick puppies (unless you're suggesting she should, seeing dog drool is uncleeeean). She's not traversing the world blaring the goodness of Jesus through a bullhorn. She just believes that she has found a different Higher Power, and would like to marry someone she loves without forcing him into another religion.

This warrants the quotation that made George Bernard Shaw my hero:

Religion is a great force: the only real motive force in the world; but what you fellows don’t understand is that you must get at a man through his own religion and not through yours.

Maybe Allah just isn't Lina's (G)od any more, and she does have the freedom of religion under the Constitution. I can live with that. But the woman is not a murderer; she is not a rapist; she is not guilty of making jokes about dangling pipes or pepper-spraying celebrities. Bit overmuch?

While I am but a polytheistic little heathen who knows NOTHING of Islam and should mind my own beeswax (if you follow the logic of places such as menj.org), I maintain that somewhere up beyond the clouds, Yahweh, Allah, the Hindu Trinity, the Jade Emperor and a handful of Buddhas and Bodhisattvas are all either laughing their blessed heads off or just shaking them sadly.

(Also, I'd never seen a 'dun like dun read! DDD:' special snowflake outside of fandoms...until today. Non-denomination deity on a flatbread, this is Spartarific madness!

Due to personal matters, this LJ is on temporary hiatus.

Happy birthday, kamiki_seto!

The ' ' key on Noa-tan j st popped off 15 mins ago and I can't get it back on. He looks like some gap-toothed preschooler.

*breaks o t r bber cement and hopes for best*

After a long period of doing neither, I started two things up again: writing to Delilah, back from the Saiyuuki days, and playing DragonFable. A postcard came back from her in the mail today - and believe it or not, I could recognise it sitting on top of the pile in the postbox all the way from the upstairs window. :D I'm actually really touched that she's not offended it took so long for me to thank her for her birthday gift (like LAST YRZ PY OMG). She even added 'After all, UM2000-san and me will always be good friends'. Thanks Delilah-san. TT^TT You're really somethin'.

I hope she's doing OK. She's not the type to make so many spelling mistakes per postcard, my surname aside..I really must bring that up with her the next time I write. 'Tis a G, lady, not a Y! D:

I had an incredibly frustrating dream last night, and let's just say all concerned should be really happy that panda_patroldoesn't have an older brother in real life. LU ES AND PROG PLZ TO SHUT UP

OH YA I FORGOT. I gots me a new phone!

The other day I met up with fellow squee-filled Ultrafangirl Lynn at Sunway Pyramid. I brought my sketchbook full of fluffy doodles to show her, plus the latest volume of Ouran High Host Club to show her the pseudo-UM appearances (hint: Last chapter volume 9, Tamaki's food-toy collection) ; she brought the Utraman Story 0 volume 3 that she borrowed from another Singaporean fan called Yoshi. For those who have not heard of Story 0 - it's thoroughly endorsed by yours truly. Great art, a solid story (although certain details taken as canon so far are conspicuously missing) and great art I worship Mabune Shinji. A fun hour was had by all as we hooted, squeed and translated stuff. I collapsed in laughter when she pointed out the EXTREMELY pretty human form of Ultraman near the end of the book. Not handsome: PRETTY. I guess you had to be there.

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Oh yeah, I went and reviewed the Ultraman Mebius & Ultra Brothers movie. Go and see if you dare. *laughter from bowels of hell*

To all the wonderful people on my not-so-miniscule leadership: I stretch ur flist!



( Chinese New Year! )


Joo hoo char is a mix of cuttlefish, turnips and shiitake mushrooms, all fried nicely together and eaten with rice or in little lettuce (sang choy sounds like live and prosper - please no Spock jokes) packages. It's my favourite dish in the entire universe (mostly because of them thar turnips) but it's highly labour-intensive and my grandmother's getting a bit too old to prepare it this year...so my uncle made it. It tasted very strongly of fat, for some reason. This is one of those dishes I want to learn how to make before chow-ing off somewhere overseas.


And what's CNY dinner without a nice sweet mandarin orange afterwards, hm?

As for how it's going with work - well, things could have been worse, and could have been better. :/ More on this a bit later, but suffice it to say I'm alive and I owe seizacchi about two pots of tea when we meet up tomorrow. Tanoshimi! *rubs hands in glee*

Why didn't you two IDIOTS SAY something??!

seiza-cchi, the prize duck has flown.

So I DID manage to take a successful nap last night—woke up, and all—but it did result in some very strange (if very nice) dreams afterwards. My good friends Lu, Es and Prog, did we not discuss this issue very carefully? We do not want any repetitions of last year's Hikoboshi Incidents. Settle down, give it a few years. We'll all get satisfaction eventually. I hope. Sneaking Ultraman into those dreams does nothing. Particularly if you snuck in Gekiden trading cards and Mebius Burning Brave figures, but a pirated Taro that looked nothing like him. Tch. I thought better of my subconscious.

So I promised y'all I'd keep a count of how many times Rico Chan said 'okaaay' in the first two hours of his lectures, right? Well, it wasn't so bad. He didn't drag it out, and he only started inserting it every third word when he got excited. It was a fun sharing session, anyways. All in all, he said the word over 100 times, and his final count is about 1.6 okays-per-minute. (Of course, I should talk. If I was relating this to you verbally, every third word would have been 'like'. :P)

Aaaanyway. Part of the lecture involved asking people what creativity was, and what the value/purpose of creativity was. As the lecturer put it, why do clients hire us? After much debate up and down and various oh-so-close(?) answers, he delivered his answer: it makes more money. And really, that's all there is to it.

Somehow, this doesn't sound right to me. I mean, sure, we're all going to end up creating commercial art of some sort; that's how we're going to earn our rice/bread/carbs. But that can't be the be-all and end-all of things. Even if you are creative, and you make piles of money, if you hate your work, hate what you do and have to drag yourself to the computer/easel/storyboard every morning...I hate to break it to you, but you probably shouldn't be doing this for the next 30 years. Call me a bit idealistic, but the last bit is common sense. If you're going to be slogging, it might as well be for something you really love. Then it won't even be a slog. To me, the greatest value of creativity is that it improves the quality of life. I figure that counts as making you happy, making things easier and serving as a coping mechanism. The world stops dead without its engine of imagination and thought.

And don't tell, but one thing I did want to define creativity as was 'eating dirt and shitting diamonds'. ;)

Short story: I decided to take a nap last night, which fucked most things up as royally as you please today.

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Each player of this game starts off with 10 weird things/habits/little known facts about yourself. People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 10 weird habits/things/little known facts as well as state this rule clearly. At the end you need to choose 10 people to be tagged and list their names. No tagbacks.

( Numbah one... )

And who do I tag?

1. tanlammy


2. docwebster


3. seiza


4. qoo_monster


5. _deru


6. firnheledien


7. panda_patrol


8. luxetumbra


9. avalonjones


10. akiko_takeda

Oh god. I should be doing my Motion Graphics work, but I dun WANNA *flail*

I went to eat lunch with Crystal on Thursday--but I'm not sure where she got the impression I despise teh dollfies. I merely look upon them now with weary and placid acceptance. ;) ANYWAY. I finally saw tanlammy's lookalike Saint Aya for myself. It was...an unusual experience. ^^;

But that's not quite what I wanted to talk about, oh no! Crys mentioned to one of her friends--actually, the one who we'd cadged a lift to Sunway from--and it turns out she was also a bit of an Ultraman fan. Ohoho! But then, she'd mentioned that she'd read comics.

Ping, went the little detector in my brain. I probed some more, and...yes...

I'd just found another female reader of Ultraman: Super Fighter Legend/Choutoushi Gekiden/Wira-Wira Alam Semesta UM. All six volumes.

Cue a long and rolling squeefit, in which I introduced her to the UMSFL database, and we talked about the plot, the translation and a few other things. Later, Crystal said it didn't sound like the one SHE'd read before, so I did some pokity-poking...

Crystal read UMSFL too. O___O;;; Almost all the way back to college it was a long lament about Ace's treatment as comic relief (except for that one time in volume 5...he SHONE, oh how he SHONE.)

I'm due to ask Crys for this girl's contacts...um, alamak, I've forgotten her name, was it Jody?...so we can trade some Gekiden goodness. Apparently, she likes Mefilas--not because he's badass or anything, but because he looks stupid. *stifles laughter as Maffy steams* There's also one thing I can't yet understand - why does everyone say Gekiden is CUTE? We have people dying, monsters being ripped apart by blinding energies, a holier-than-holy main character, a glimpse of the clown behind his mask, artwork that hits rock-bottom by the end *shudders at the sailormoonlegs*...maybe it's because I've been reading it for so long, it's just not cute to me. Actually, I don't dare handle the books very long nowadays. They've been so perused that the jackets are ripping, the binding is dissolving and the pages have gone a fetching shade of brown. *pats six volumes* Still keep them though, for sentimental value.

Classes have started again for all us old TOA-ites (I'm a senior now. HOMAIGOD.) and the fresh meat newbies are starting classes this week. Good luck to all! May your pencils stay sharp, may your markers never dry, and may the gods of Macromedia and Adobe bless us all!

( Monday-Friday )

So what am I supposed to be doing now? Writing a schedule, actually. And getting together a product brief, a bunch of thumbs and a shitload of research for two/three subjects. Resolutions, M.Y.! Post-it notes! Typed schedules! HANDPHONE REMINDERS, DAMNXOR JOO!

I've also...started driving lessons. *BUMBUMBUMMMM* After four hours behind the wheel, we've established that I can't steer for peanuts. Just on Saturday I killed a cone and a metal rod. =o= I strongly maintain that my driver's ed teacher went grey-haired by the age of 15 because it ANTICIPATED the coming of students like me, and decided to just save itself some trouble. Other than that, I suppose Amin is a fairly nice guy, even if his vocab when he's teaching me tends to limit itself to things like "Where are you going?! You must decide where you want to go...Watch your steering...turn slowly...go straight...step on the gas...that's the brake, not the accel...press some more...now release the handbrake...don't press the clutch." At least my handling is improving, albeit incredibly slowly, my pedal work is pretty smooth and for someone who's not attempted a proper hill-climb before I appear to have done pretty well for myself. *littleproud*

The painter damn near walked in on me in the bathroom this morning. -_- The house is now a fetching shade of mint green (mostly), and I will be glad when he is gone and I can traipse freely in my own house again.

...Read foodie blogs before I go to bed more often. Came back from classes* last night and checked the Blogs of Note to find Passionate Eater and, through there, Chocablog. The result was rather a lot of time wasted, but some very nice dreams about Samurai 7 and Saiyuki. Katsu and Gojyo, in particular. I haven't had Saiyuki dreams for three years, and there was much touchy-touchy going on. MmmmMMMmmmmm. Unfortunately this has left me desperately seeking young manflesh for the whole day, which is why I have wisely shut myself in my room until Prog, Es and Lu STFU.

It seems a fair bit of my time is getting pimped out for my beloved college recently. First it was the fair, and now Thursday sees me talking to the fresh meat—I mean, new students, coming in for orientation. I've been a bit hesitant about doing this the past few terms, since the juniors one term below us have a really good kit and presentation going. We were kind of just there to shake the new students up and be class clowns, which is only tolerable up to a point. This time they say they want to bring in the 'stars', so that would be me, Chrys and Steph. T.

...Stars, srsly? I don't feel that starrish. There are lots of people in class who are more kengchow (skilled) than I am, although I do fairly well for myself. I guess now it just means that my kengchowness has to spread from my presentation skills into my design sense, as well!</p>

*Which brings me to another point. I'm looking for Consumer Behaviour. 10th edition (Blackwell R.D., Engel, J.F., Miniard P.W. 2006, Thomson South-Western). Does anyone know where I can get a copy in the P.J. area?

The Edumacation Fair is over! One of the first counselling sessions of the day was even conducted by yours truly. I saw three or four Assuntarians today too, and was pleasantly surprised. :D Now I'm back home and sitting in a comfy chair, hoping my back doesn't kill me before classes do. All in all, it was a good day of work, and I managed to answer lots of questions. Still don't know where Swinburne is though

The problem with days like this, and music collections like mine, is that if you want nice, relaxing music on shuffle, you need to click through about six to seven upbeat, go-get-em songs to find that one relaxing, soothing, holy-shit-I-wanna-sleep piece of music.

Forgot to mention - I got my results as well yesterday. Didn't bomb as badly as I thought.

( Boom! )

What's wrong with Screamyx? I can't even connect to my own wireless connection with the router less than 10 m away. Have to give up and go to sleep man, so blerdie TIRED. *plonk* But who wants to bet I'll suddenly come awake in the next 15 minutes? ^^;

Well, your arm would hurt too, if you held it at a 60 degree angle from your body full of flyers. This is a repetitive stress injury none have heard of before--pamphlet bicep. *pitiful moans*

TOA kind of ninja-ed away my last holiday weekend, and I'm at the Star Education Fair pimping promoting the college. Come-lah see me tomorrow, though it may be busy. Accursed CW. After all the hilly hoo-ha about what student helpers were to wear, everything got mixed up and everyone showed up in formal wear with blazer...'cept me. I got called 'swan'. XP Tomorrow, I wear one of mom's - it's got a bit of white piping, no pockets and funky buttons, but SHOVE IT. The only other one she has makes me look like Don Corleone in a form-fitting skirt. Stupid shoulder pads.

You meet a lot of interesting people out there, passing out pamphlets and counselling the occasional visitor. I swear I saw someone from ELDS, my form, even, but one isn't really sure. Old classmate of mine showed up (she's doing architorture - sister is now college-shopping), and her mother apparently caught my performance on the Light and Easy Uhhlympics. Figures. The people I tell don't know wth it is, and the people I barely think about catch it. A few of the highlights of the day include:

• The two crazy lovebirds who took a pamphlet without letting go of each other's hands


• The lady who really really wants her daughter to go to America and wanted me to explain the course of study there (sure, lady, I'll tell you all about institutions I know flapjack shit about...)


• The Super Motivated Lassie who wanted to know about certification as an interior designer in Malaysia ("Um...I really cannot answer this...come down to campus, call this number and see if you can meet the ID head..."). It got me so curious I had to phone tanlammy after the whole thing just to see if there WAS such an organisation that certified int. designers.


• The disturbing revelation by some of the staff (some of 'em my ex-lecturers, no less!!!) that I 80% reminded them of an old colleague whose name I can't remember at the moment (Ting Ting? Tee Tee?)


• The kid who gleefully fell upon the Mr Incredible statue (usually stands in the main lobby), but looked like he was giving him the Hard Gay treatment.


• Mweeble's first taste of Isotea, the green-tea flavoured isotonic beverage. It reminds one of a good tutti-frutti Slurpee.

I realise this is coming from me, so it's hardly a neutral opinion, but - sial bedebah celaka punya LKW! They had a hooge booth and were pimping their London campus like mad, but get this: the lassie in their video had an accent broader than the Thames. Through my aural veil of disgust it didn't even sound British. Yeech. _deru's PJCAD and Alif was also somewhere around. I wanted to go take a look, but I had to, yanno, stay at my post. *huffle* Someone even showed up at our place from the UCE Birmingham booth! Yay affiliates bff muaxxxx XD I wonder if AUT was there. It would have been nice to sneak a look. Nottingham M'sia even brought potted plants into their counselling area. @@

Brought two bottles of chicken essence but couldn't reach them all day - they locked our bags into a cabinet and I only had a leaky flask of cranberry-spiked Ribena as sustenance. Lunch/tea was four sardine sandwiches, which prompted gasps of horror from the people I was lunching with. I can't win, honestly. I eat 4 sardine sandwiches for lunch in high school and they gasp that it's so much. I eat 4 sardine sandwiches for lunch in college and they gawp that it's so little.

Someone brought some old old student work collections, and they had pictures! Spotted Chin Wee and Leo, and almost dieded of glee.

Now I kind of ache all over and wish to go to bed. Tomorrow is the grand Removal of Posters From The Wall, because Dad is asking painters to come in. Terrific. The week I'm starting classes.

Let's see what and who we're up against this year. *teh drumroll*

MON: Consumer Behaviour with Adeline (1800-2100) ...Who, sorry? @_@ And more importantly, NINE P.M.? Well, at least I have my Monday mornings...

TUE: Survey of S.E. Asian Art and Culture with Marion (1100-1300); Multimedia Production with EU and NMM (1400-1700) Marion again *groan* and Eugene again *double groan* I can never remember if NMM is Man Meng, or somebody else. @@

WED: Motion Graphic Design with JK and Ando (0900-1200); Marketing and Creative Thinking Training with RC (1400-1600) So finally one gets to see Ando in action. I don't think I've heard of RC, but if he's tanlammy's batshit Marketing lecturer, I phlee. D:

THU: Online Media III (Tutorial?) with WK and TT (1400-1700); Branding in Digital Media with Vincent Wee (1830-2030) Another night class. But Wai Khong and Thomas again! Yes! There is a merciful god!

FRI: Online Media III (Lecture) with Fiona and EU (1000-1300) Have to see Eugene again? XDDD;

SAT: Nothing. NOTHING! Yay, yay, I have my five-day-week back, I have...oh, wait, Saturday afternoons I have my driving lessons. *deflate*

I went skating today, and made about 6-7 rounds unmolested around the rink--then I stepped on a rough patch, lost my balance and fell spectacularly onto my bum. There appears to be no bruising (yet--it was a Spectacular Fall), but a definite large red lump. I feel like a Vermicious Knid. I also have little blisters on the backs of my shins, the result of wearing ankle socks to skate. Augh! Stupid Mweeble! Saw YJ there, too.

I got a wall hanging for my room - beats the old ratty shirt hanging behind my door. It's one of those nifty Chinese ones done with the flat sticks and little little layers of pigment. Unfortunately, the dude also wrote a 7-character couplet and beyond things like 'beautiful' and 'swallow' and 'brocade', I have no idea what else it says. Something about flowers vying with each other and swallows talking about things. :P I post it up later for y'all to see.

Want to know what the new year will bring? Just pull up iTunes or whatever other music player you use, ask it your question, and put it on shuffle to answer each question. Use the titles from the resulting song as your answer. And if a title makes absolutely no sense at all... just do a redo, no one is looking over your shoulder. By the way, I know the questions arent quite grammatically correct, but look past that.

( Here we go... )

(ETA: HBO was showing Junior, so I watched. And just about laughed my head off. I'm easily amused when bored.)

Happy birthday trirose!!

The papers mentioned today that people had been returned to 1997 instead of 2007. No, not really, at least ALL my slow-solid sites worked in '97. ;P My journal loads, and so does my friendpage, in a pinch. Gmail does OK. Hotmail falls flat on its face a lot. Forget Megaupload. I don't even DARE to try loading things like TheFWA.com and CPLuv. I know there are a lot of previous LJ entries I need to properly tag, but my JOURNAL loads. LJ.com kinda falls on its face too.

Had a dream last night that Moyashi got into FMA and rose out of the ashes of Nagaya Ninjou. And drew all her ardent supporters like several sekrit peekshurs. *eyebrow raise* Whassamatterwishoo, M.Y.? Even if you did get 'sekrit peekshurs' of Havoc and Roy and Liza. Yes, even if you don't like Roy and Havoc and Liza beyond normal boundaries.