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Friday, 30 September 2005

Fancy a bit of numbers, do you?

Well even if you don't, I do. So here goes!0: Sightings of/lunches with/kisses from Colin Firth. This is odd, surely? I mean, I've been here for a couple of days now.1: Bath since I've been here. And no, I don't want to talk about it. It's because of a home renovation project my landlord was working on before I got here, which has been extended by circumstances out of her control, like crap workmen. So we finally got the lumber and paint cans out of the bathtub today so that I could use it, since a swarm of flies had begun following me around in the manner of Pigpen from the Charlie Brown cartoons. She is installing a shower head, since people have told her that students like showers. Those people would be right, too.2: Bus rides back home from the center of town. Still haven't managed to...

Impiety Mystery.

It was the same old boring routine this morning... Blah blah Blah. 7.15am, I'm still stuck at the bus stop. Great?!Then, one striking figure attracted my attention.Draped in black metal tee, Impiety Kaos Kommand 696 to be precise. Carrying an electric gutiar, and wearing boots. And partially due to the prolonged heated discussion with Rei of whether one guy called Goat Gladiator is Impiety Frontman online. I have got to be sure that that guy must be Shyaithan from The Mighty Impiety! Woot!And, from the inferance, I can safely conclude that he lives somewhere near me! That's worth 2 WOOTs! \m/This so rocks! Fathom having Impiety Frontman as your neighbour?! Madness! Putting the insanity aside, I've been seriously addicted to Immortal's Sons of Northen Darkness. Abbath's vocals keep reverberate...

Thursday, 29 September 2005

I never promised you a rose garden

Okay, it's not letting me post all the photos I want, but these two should give you an idea. As you can see, it's a good-sized room. The desk is nice and big, and I have lots of storage space.The pink walls and green carpet aren't bad--the colors themselves are fine. It's just the rose stuff that's throwing me. My landlady did this for her mom back when her mom lived in this room, and I'm sure she loved it. I personally love red, but don't know if that would be one of those "adds color and pizazz to the room while working w/the existing scheme" things or one of those "you're colorblind and not in touch with reality" things. Can you even do red...

Wednesday, 28 September 2005

Hello, you're not that tall.

Those were my landlady's first words to me. I think we'll get along fine.Thanks to everyone who kept their fingers crossed for me. I'm here, I'm well, and I'm freezing.Virgin Atlantic airlines is cool, just so you know. You have this personal TV with hours of movies and games and tv shows and music and all kinds of stuff. I watched the pilot episode of House, so still managed to get my Tuesday-night Hugh Laurie fix, even though I was on a plane. Isn’t technology keen? The hot meal was very good and included Tillamook cheddar, which is pretty much all it takes to make my day. Then they brought around bags with an eye-mask and earplugs. I had trouble sleeping, though, which made me very sad.Also, remember my Samsonite Spinner? I officially want to marry it and have its babies. Everyone else...

MSN Fun with Fariza!

Due to some confidental purposes, click here.Have fun! \m/ Hail.Oh yes, apparently there's one metaller in my school besides me. I was browsing through my school newsletter, nothing in particular interesting as usual. I was merely scanning through the ever boring pictures, then one puny thing struck my eyes. A Devil Horn gesture. Yes, this \m/. Woot!I'm so going to hunt that girl down and spawn the infernal revolution in that foul school of mine. Things are going to change! Brace yourself! For the Dark Lord is seizing his rightful dominance over the ignornant lands of this ever-retarded world. He shall walk the Earth and terrorize the living daylights of seemingly innocent passers-by.Gosh, I do love describing the notorious ways of His Infernal Majesty! Bow down to him!Hail!Oh yes, these...

Monday, 26 September 2005

Update

First off, I heard back from the shuttle company and they sacked the driver. Yay for social change, even if I do feel guilty. And I just remembered that the driver knows where I live. Lucky for me I don't live there anymore, so it will be my roommates who get set on fire while they're asleep one night. Uh. . . maybe I'd better call them and give a quick heads-up.Also I'm finally packed and readyish to go. I'm sure I'll have lots of stories by the time I write next, since I will be dealing with airplanes, airports, and the people who frequent them. Please keep your fingers crossed for me that I won't get squished next to a huge hairy snorer, and that I won't get drugged and kidnapped and sold into white slavery, okay? I just don't think any of that would agree with me.Talk to you so...

Friday, 23 September 2005

Letter I had to write to effect much-needed social change

Hello friends, I got back safely from Wilmington, and I even got to fly first class! Only the movie they played was Herbie: Reloaded, so, you know, that kind of took some of the fun out it. The guy next to me thought the movie was great. But he was drunk on all the free airplane booze.It was when I tried to get from the airport to my house that I had a rather unbelievable experience, which irritated me enough to cause me to Write A Letter. Ahem.Dear [Anonymous Shuttle Service]I have used [Anonymous Shuttle Service] many times in the past few years, both during my time as a college student, and now in my job for BYU, which requires frequent travel. During these trips, I have always had great experiences with your staff and drivers, and I know that many of my colleagues use your service as...

Wednesday, 21 September 2005

Dark Light!

Dark Light is ripping into stores in only 4 days time!Dark Light is going to dominate the music scene for the next few months!Can't wait any longer, no more!!!<3 Ville Valo.And yes, I've been turning to a mega big time mugging machine. Great eh?! I don't know why the feeling of mugging has became so routinised for me and I have been numbened by it. The only thing I need is good metal music to last me through each session. Hehe. Can I say mugging quite rocks? Shit, I'm a real weirdo! Fuck. This can't be happening! But I guess it can be forgiven for this period of time.Once again, <3 Ville Valo and HIM! Hail Dark Lig...

Must make a disclaimer right here

So my friend Streets is worried that people in Belfast will think she's a poser, on account of she's already picking up the accent without meaning to. I sure hope no one thinks that about her, because maybe in Belfast that earns you a nice brick to the head.I will probably have the same problem, but since I will be in a nice small town, maybe I will just get sticks or cow patties or whatever thrown at me. Actually I know I will start picking up the accent, partly because it's the only time when I can almost have an English accent without people looking at me like I'm insane, but also because I won't be able to help it.I can't spend more than 5 minutes in the South without the drawl coming out. But that's because it's in my blood. I tell you, you can't fight blood. When someone from North...

Tuesday, 20 September 2005

Aftermath of a chemical warfare.

Woot, chemistry was a breeze! My idea of chemistry took a 180 degree turn, and my morale for chemistry is surely raised. Tan Leng Chuan aka the setter is bound for a good life, because he helped us to do well and get karma points. Good job, TLC!Indeed! Nirvana for Chemistry!Alright, back to this cruel reality of being a goner for Physics and EMaths. And, I have yet to face the predictable Ansar's Elective Geography paper, and Eric's merciless Add Maths paper. Hell has yet to unfold itself.Burdened by the mounting grim tasks of endless mugging, I almost feel as if my talkactive bullshitter crapper side of me is slowly fading away. That's a real con of this fucked up task of mugging.But to think of the time after those fucked up exams, the wait and mugging sessions almost became somewhat bearable...

No idea.

Phew, these last days had been a crazed mugging session.My days had been very much routinised. School. Home. A little computer. Mugging. Sleep. What a life?!Sigh, today's supposedly to be E(asy) Maths turned out to be a utter disaster of a massive scale. Paper 1 is a killer, my brain nerve almost snapped whilst franatically scribbling away those damnable decimals places and fucked up significant places.Paper 2 is okay, managable. Generally, the best scenario I can think of is getting a B and thank your luck.Tomorrow is chemistry. Woot, those information zoomed into my head like a USB port! I have no idea why the more I study chemistry, the more clarity I gained for it. Perhaps, practise or mugging do make perfect. But success can be short-lived, as they always are. Let me just hope my accidental...

Monday, 19 September 2005

Back in the Dixieland

Because I love you all, and because I feel bad about the last post being lame, I'm taking a break from sipping mint juleps to write y'all something. Of course, by "sipping mint juleps" I mean "perspiring in a most indelicate way and watching in horror as my hair turns into something resembling a poodle coat on top of my head."I'm in Wilmington, N.C. It lauds itself as "Home of the Azalea Festival," but should instead put "Welcome to Wilmington: Where You Look Like Crap" on the signs. Love the airport, though. It's teeny, but had free wireless and these really nice rocking chairs instead of those nasty chairs you usually find in baggage claims....

Some pictures...

Now, dearest Emo kids, are you true enough? MUAHAHA...

Dani, spare me a life!

Due to the killer physics exams, my brain has somewhat came to a instaneously rest after a gruelling 5 hours of acceleration in that -10'C school hall. You can go calculate the force i have used, and the latent brain matter fusion/vapourisation whatever.Due to being partially brain dead, I accidentally typed ''dusk'' and ''ducks''. I have no idea why, don't ask me. ''Ducks and her Embrace.'' OOPS! Dani, don't kill me please!!! I'll find you a nymph for your vulgar delight.Tomorrow is E Maths, I really hope E stands for Easy. But usually, that's not the case.I'm a goner for my physics aka faeces. (faeces, physics, sound-a-likes) I must go pray to Guan Yin Ma for blessings and to print out tailsmans from www.guanyinma.com.Haha, I have no idea why my head keep looping Cradle of Filth songs whilst...

Friday, 16 September 2005

Panicking? Who's panicking? I'm not panicking.

The reason I am not panicking is that blissful little coping mechanism called denial. Denial is my new best friend. We go clothes-shopping and everything. I'm not panicked at all that I have 10 days left to do everything I still need to do. Another thing that's helping me is my other new best friend. Her name is displacement activity. We all have such a fab time.Yesterday I was supposed to sew up the hem of my skirt, buy groceries, buy and mail a wedding gift, sort through my DVDs, make a cheeseball for Treat Day, and figure out if I can cram my down comforter into a suitcase. Instead, I went out for all-you-can-eat sushi with Cicada, The Perv, and Brother #2. We had a lovely time. I recommend the Vegas roll, which is a big huge portion of tempura-fried goodness. I do not recommend the squid(?)...

Thursday, 15 September 2005

Norwegian Black Metal addiction.

Okay. I'm getting real hooked to Nordic black metal. It's good!Haha, this post is usele...

Wednesday, 14 September 2005

My letters to the world

Dear married couple who lives in my brother's apartment complex in Rexburg ID,I understand that you are now married and can give in to those urges that have been just eating away at you for the first 19 and 22 years of your respective lives. Bully for you. However, I would ask that you not engage in satisfying said urges while on your balcony at 3:00pm in full view of my sweet baby brother who has to walk by your apartment to get to the laundry room.This is why you have an apartment. You have a bed, floors, tables, kitchen counters--heck, you could even drag in the patio furniture you were abusing. I promise that we will all believe that you two love each other the absolute most and that no one else could possibly be as blissfully happy as you are without the public demonstration.Dear married...

Tuesday, 13 September 2005

Rei ROCKS!

Hey fellow accursed readers, introducing my band's keyboardist, REI! She's our band's Nordic heroine! Hail her, not The Beast will hurl into his firey caludron and make st...

Random feelings

Sheesh, it's been a month since the raw carnage of Slipknot! But it only seemed like yesterday, all the visual madness and the heart-thumping experiences. Sheesh. Time flies. I think now my life is separated into two different portions, before Slipknot gig and after the gig. Serious, I have realised that a new person is merged after witnessing a Slipknot's gig. That new person is transformed, driven by an unseen force and who really don't give a fuck to the shit of this world anymore and somehow attaining a new level of clarity and purpose in life. Woot. What a change! I'm a testimonial to it.And, I really hope that The Knot will come again as promised by Corey. I so want to relish that ground-breaking experience once again.Anyhow, on a saner side. I really pity those people who are forced...

Monday, 12 September 2005

I've probably turned down my only chance at marriage. Oh well.

I signed up for an LDS Linkup account a few months ago, mostly so I could keep in touch w/friends and ward members and stuff while I'm gone this year. I most specifically did not sign up for the "Find a Date/Fine a Match" option.And yet, yesterday I received an email from LDS Linkup, sent by a 40-yr-old man from The Netherlands, who is apparently looking for true and eternal love. The message read "How are u doing?" He did not include a photo on his profile.This immediately caused violent flashbacks to my three-month trial membership to LDSSO a few years ago, where the only people who wrote me were 40+ men. They were usually shirtless in their photos, and they were usually from Europe or Latin America.And here's the thing. There is no shortage of intelligent and attractive women in their...

Sunday, 11 September 2005

I'm not an Emo! Yeah!

I am 13% Emo. Okay... so you're not emo at all.. you're probably not even goth, because goths are just messed up emo kids... you're probably a metal head(Hell yeah!) or into boy bands (NO for this!)Make more tests at: If you are serious bored.Anyhow, this is diagrammatic figure of how a fucked up emo is liked. I like the tears part. ha...

Friday, 9 September 2005

I shouldn't be admitting this, but . . .

. . . I check the weather for the town I'm going to be living in soon, to see if the whole beastly English weather thing is still true. And it pretty much is. I see clouds, I see rain, I see fog, I see not-incredibly-warm temperatures.But then I go check out the soon-to-be home of dear sweet Streets.Then I feel tons bett...

I hate meetings more than I hate a slap on the tush

Because at least if someone grabs my bum I can charge them with battery, assault, sexual harassment, and any other thing that applies. And I can get them fired and publish all about what a depraved sexual deviant they are (and since it's true it's not slander or libel). Also I can slap them hard on the face or punch them in the windpipe, but will possibly check into the legality of that since I don't want to deal with a counter suit.With meetings, however, I can't do any of these things. I have no recourse. I just have to sit there and pretend that I don't actually feel my life force being drained from my slumped-over body. Also, let's clear something up: I am in no way talking about specific meetings that happened in my own office this very morning, so don't think that I am! I'm more talking...

Thursday, 8 September 2005

This is the best job EVER.

And no, I'm not talking about the job that I've been doing for the past two years. Sorry.I'm talking about the job that, with any luck, I'll be able to do part-time this fall, product-testing new courses. Because I have some . . . how you say . . . down time right now, my boss asked if I could do some product-testing to help with a backlog they're having right now. And I'm happy to do it because it's actually interesting and engages my mind somewhat. Otherwise I end up smacking at my keyboard in the manner of a bored and slower-than-average chimpanzee, that's how checked out I am.But now I'm reading this cool course on business law, and it's so much fun. I'm reading all about forgery and larceny and assault and battery and self defense and who to charge with what crime when. It's like free...

Wednesday, 7 September 2005

So, I went flying. I am one who flies.

Happy Birthday to ME!I would have to say that a highlight of the birthday celebrations (bwah! highlight!!!) was the plane ride. A friend of mine has a pilot’s license, so he flew down from Rexburg with some other guys for Labor Day. Since it was my birthday and therefore the world must and does revolve around me, he took me flying.Now, it’s not that I’ve never flown before. I’ve actually achieved Silver Medallion status because of the many thousands and thousands of miles I’ve spent wedged into dander-infested airline upholstery, breathing other people’s recycled air and watching (or not, as the case may be) quality films like Legally Blonde...

Tuesday, 6 September 2005

Oh yeah!

Hey fellow maggots of Singapore, check this link out!Click here. =)Stay (si...

Thank you to everybody!

Sorry, but this isn't a real post. I'm just writing to say that 1) You can expect a nice juicy post with pictures later tonight, 2) I have not ended my life in some panic-induced huffing overdose, and 3) I had a wonderful birthday!Thanks so much to everyone who called and emailed and visited and fed me and sang and sent good vibes and took me out and showed up at my door wearing nothing but a grin (Ioan, you naughty . . . ). And thanks to the federal government for scheduling a holiday just for me. The time off was much appreciat...

Infernal Saint The Prototype logo.

Rei has diabolically created this kickass logo, and I made it even more kickass by merely inverting it. Hehe. Of course, the white-based is the prequel. The black-based one is the final one. And moments later, I have made it even more kickarse, but putting 'Draconian Offsprings Spawned' onto it. Haha. This shows how boring can holidays be....

Monday, 5 September 2005

Effing Gay !

Muahaha! This is cool!Kill the damn fr...

Sunday, 4 September 2005

Withdrawal symptoms?

I have no idea why I suddenly felt high once again. That kind of high sensation I got at the Slipknot's gig.The wounds will prevail. The scars of it is uncurable, no medicine can heal it.I found this review, so decided to post it up to feed my withdrawal symptoms.Here:Set ListPRELUDE 3.0THE BLISTER EXISTS(sic)DISASTERPIECEBEFORE I FORGETLEFT BEHINDEYELESSVERMILLIONPULSE OF THE MAGGOTSEEYOREEVERYTHING ENDSHERETIC ANTHEMDUALITYPURITYSPIT IT OUTPEOPLE=SHITWAIT AND BLEEDSURFACINGDANGER KEEP AWAYAugust 16th 2005 Slipknot Vol: 3 Subliminal Verses World TourFort Canning Green, SingaporeBoth my sister and I attended a Slipknot concert on Aug 16th 2005. I started queuing as early as 9.30am, crazy-yes, who knows when the next concert will be. I got some help from a friend to queue for me whilst I went...

Saturday, 3 September 2005

Great writeup of Cradle of Filth by Real.

Black Metal history's earliest, most monumental moments were fraught with exaggerated claims and overt acts of evil that found bands' unceasing attempts to top each other with examples of hatred and misanthropy. While the claims were (for the most part) merely pretense, many bands turned the spectacle into a more overt form of theater. The most realized band in that realm is Cradle of Filth. A cunning sense of dark drama and spectacle looms over their music like gargoyles that keep watch over a castle; but just as imaginary as the gargoyle, Cradle of Filth's claims toward evil are poetic, not actual, though as many Christianity advocates have vehemently claimed of this ungodly band, there is perhaps no division between the two. But to dwell on Cradle of Filth's pomp is merely an...

Cruelty and The Beast review.

Let's see individual tracks one by one.Once upon Atrocity - Although just a short instrumental piece, I can sense the evilness surging up already.Thirteen Autumns and a Widow - 4.5/5. I could feel the despair and the libertine in Eilzabeth and her relationship with her husband. Impressive lyrics belted out by the Man, Dani Filth. The atmosphere is well instilled.Cruelty Brought thee Orchids - 1000/5. One thumping stone cold classic. You could almost smell the blood and witness the onslaught of torture meted out by the Countess. Madness at its peak. Enough said.Beneath the Howling Stars - 5/5. All about the decadence of Elizabeth and her desparation. Rather good!Venus in Fear - 20/5. Loads of nymphs screaming their lungs out as if in extreme pain, makes you shiver in your spine, resulting...

Friday, 2 September 2005

Commence panic in 3 . . . 2 . . . 1

It’s here. It’s started.I was able to stave off the panic until now. Only I didn’t plan very well, because with all of the “Hey, I don’t need to worry about that till next month” and the “I don’t need to get nervous until September” and “September 1st—that’s when I’ll start to worry,” I practically scheduled this stinking breakdown.My fears are many, and varied. Let’s go through some of them, shall we? That way I can see the full scope of the thing and will end this post huddled in a ball under my desk, weeping.The Getting Ready to Leave FearsI won’t get to spend enough quality time with friends and family before I leave.I won’t get to spend enough quality time with my precious niece Savannah before I leave, so my plan of making absolutely sure she remembers me a year from now will fail.I...

Thursday, 1 September 2005

Project Superstar = Crap.

Argh! I can't take it anymore!Project Superstar equals to shit and crap!!!They are deliberating wasting airplay time and our recreation choices, by hogging up 4 hours. When the show started, those people up there seemed to me like lumps of abominable shit babbling Blah Blah blah...They are all pricks who can't sing can't dance, simply cannot entertain.I have no idea why some people are so fanatic to be about when you have like fantastic bands like Cradle of Filth, Dimmu Borgir, HIM or Slipknot to idolize over. They are leaps and bounds better both in skills and the so-called X Factor. Sigh... Wasting your youth and energy away at such places. I pity you. Just accept it. Think about it after they sang, there's no vibe, no energy, no passion, no awe-inducing sensations, no sense of anything...

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