We're nearly 50
No better way to celebrate than setting the skies of Putrajaya on fire with dazzling, explosive light shows, eh?
What? Didn't they ban fireworks in Malaysia?
No, you ninny. I'm not talking about the baby pyrotechnomaniacs who literally have their faces shoved into the butt of a firecracker or are hanging onto one for dear life before it explodes.
Oh, so shiny... follow the flickering fuse but don't cry to mum when the skyrocket fuses with your fingers just as it takes off.
If they don't know any better they shouldn't even be allowed to toss the little pop-pops lest they completely miss the ground, burn their feet and launch prematurely into an exploration of pain... and then some.
Such a fine, fine line.
How I hate thee for looking screwy without any legit reason whatsoever on the ONE computer I need the site to NOT look screwy in. Of course it doesn't help matters that it looks perfectly fine on the other machines I've tested the site on.
Excuse me while I go bump into small furry animals on the road in order to preserve the not-really-functional working conditions of my laptop.
Labels: web stuff
Only because I promised pictures for the longest time now!
Also, because I only have excellent selective memory, most of these are probably not in order at all. Pictures taken some time in the last two weeks of July 07 from Ms. Read all the way to Perhentian and right back at 7ate9 :)
p/s: For manually powered slideshow-esque effects, just click on the picture that pops up to move onto the next one ^^;
Write. You. Me. Space. Word.
Not to be a complete hater or anything remotely close to being a spiteful bitch but, people who
blog like this
for the most part
who think they're off the charts
should take their style with them, fall in a well and proceed to drown.
You hear that gentle splash? Followed by a rumble in the earth? That's E.E. Cummings rolling in his grave at the piss poor modern imitators.
I know, stop reading, right?
I did! Right after a fleeting glance of that first four lines... which is quite the embodiment of classic ADHD writing capacity and the unfortunate result of a compulsive Return key hitter.
I suppose this is why creative poetry was never a subject in high school. At least, not in my high school (not even in English Lit! Unless that's been changed recently...). The countless hours I'd spend defending my "works of art" with defiant logic on subjectivity would've been sinfully gratifying... much to the annoyance and chagrin of my teachers of course.
Oh, come now. You know that would've at least taken the snore out of finishing those pseudo 1119 English exam papers in a scant forty five minutes after the paper commenced.
Lately I've come to discover the pains of being stoic and concise with my words. Not by choice, really. I am compelled to be sparse with my previously witty retorts and shamelessly unhelpful remarks.
It is quite possible I'm getting lazy with my vocabulary to a point where what I really do want to say gets mushed into a generic "maybe" instead which is then followed by an aptly timed smirk, giggle or laugh.
It's quite a shame; such loss of zeal in verbal banter can be disheartening at times.
Because of recent events, I've been diagnosed with lawn-chair syndrome... meaning how it folds? I spit at the analogy; who started such bloody nonsense anyway?
Granted neither blubbering nor sputtering were any of my virtues but in my current state of discontent I can only muster up a sickly "bleh" before I falter. Although, the thought of me being tongue-tied can be such a relief to the few who can't seem to get me to hush.
The other few times I'm seemingly voluntarily quiet would be times when I'm caught with a question to which its answer I'm forced to paraphrase on the spot just to be courteous. Oh yes, there are times where I've made up ridiculous things along the way... like when I was trying to play nice and practically ground out each word trying to describe my healthy relationship with Terry. Of course it came out as a succinct albeit forced five-word phrase complimented with a smile so mad it shred rainbows.
What I had really wanted to say had something to the effect of Terry being a constant bitch and disagreeing with (almost) everything he says makes the sun shine a little brighter and the symphony of strings a little more melodiously victorious every damn time a rebuttal is exchanged <3 Gleeful sarcasm is your best friend, rivalled only by deadpanned sarcasm.
On sarcasm, it has been said that every time I'm sarcastic baby Jesus cries... which would explain why he cries a whole lot (shock! Such slander).
Gotta love your friends! Even the ones who listen to techno (oh, more of your ships sank in EVE? *tear*).
Fridays have never moved at such a fascinatingly slow pace riddled with self-lament fused with complete and utter bullshit.
previously on nekomatta.com
Sean Sean Tan;
sarcastic wordsmith, dirty in oh-so-many ways, fun-loving IE-hating CSS worshiping markup "engineer", anime-styled arm flailing expressive communicator, proudly self-initiated member of the cult of milk and caffeine, snotty pink crayon lover, tree hugging hippy organic designer, pole dancer wannabe, swing-a-ling lindy hopper, rabid arcane mage/bitchin' disc priest/annoying resto druid--sometimes spazzy, often giggly, always loud.
20% sugar, 80% kink.