tenebrae?

Dang, I love me some animated Hellboy.

I also love me some comic Hellboy figures

Christmas is coming soon. Coff.

And now, shower time.

googly moogly

As it goes, everytime I come back to Kuching, my little patch of the interweb (courtesy of Al Gore) gets neglected like a wrinkly whore's vagina.

But things I have been doing since I have gotten back:

1) Seen The Lady. This makes me happy and smushy inside on account of she makes me happy and we laze around a lot. Also, she is really good with the directions when I am driving. Because I am frankly piss at the whole 'getting around town' business.

2) Watched Harry Potter and the Whinging Brit Kids. Was not as a good as I'd hoped but not as bad as I feared. There was a dragon and that dude with the eye and that other dude with no nose. All fun for the kiddies. Harry Potter is still a whining little shit and his red headed friend keeps looking worse as the series wanders along it's inconsistent track.

3) Seen the Sexbomb and the Furry who have come back from New Zealand. It is good to see them again on account of they are my friends. Both are very sarcastic and horny as ever. Hornier, in fact. Now that they've acquired sources of regular sex that are back in Sheepsville waiting for them. Fun for all. Yaaaay.

And now fuck you all because Miss Vanessa has decided not to blog anymore.

I going to make a shit now.

>fart!<

Yesterday, I was berated for "being too understanding" and was told to stop it.

It was a new experience.

And then today, I went to the One Utama with a friend. I rushed to the toilet and made a poo. I squeezed so hard that my ears got blocked.

This was also a new experience.

My ears are still blocked. The poo was at about 2.15 in the afternoon.

In other news, this is the coolest damned kiddy-put-a-coin-in-to-ride thing:

omgwtfbbq?!?

I'm back in Cyberjaya again. Everything moves slower.

But this post is not to whine about the lack of sentient life in my surroundings. Oh noooo. It's about something else all together.

Being in Cyberjaya and having no car means that I have to do my grocery shopping at Alamanda. At the big BIG chain supermarket there.

Now, this in itself is no biggie. I've never minded public transport. Having an iPod and a book pretty much makes me invincible to all the cliche annoyances on a bus/train.

But this big supermarket chain thing there has the most annoying security ritual ever. I don't mind leaving my bags at the counter or submitting to a search when I get out of a place. But the buggers here insist on making you hand over your stuff to be sealed in thin plastic bags. Granted this might seem to be a reasonable way prevent theft.

But bugger me backwards if it isn't the most BLOODY HINDERING AWKWARD SECURITY MEASURE EVER.

These sealed baggies that they back to you have no handles. Or grips. Or whatever you call them. So you carry your stuff around gripped tightly like bloody rubbish bags. Fine you can put them in the basket or the push-trolley-cart-whatever-the-fuck-you-call-it thing. But I once went in there with a bag (with handles) of KFC to quickly get a bottle of last minute ketchup. ONE BOTTLE OF KETCHUP. And they made me seal my FOOD in the baggies. Along with my book. And the stack of artwork I had in a file. ALL IN ONE BAG. SO NOW TERRY PRATCHETT SMELLS LIKE THE COLONEL'S DAMNED CHICKEN. Not to mention the artwork. And the proccess took a whole 10 minutes because of my next point about the damned baggies.

They are made of that really thin, floaty plastic. You know the kind. Really cheap and hard to manage. Floating all over the place. The poor bugger behind the sealing machine was wrestling with the stuff like was going to fuck him hard the wrong way. I mean, it was a life and death thing. Crocodile Dundee has nothing, NOTHING, on the poor plastic security sealing baggy dude. Bud Lite salutes you, wrestler of plastic baggies.

It took me all of 30 seconds to run in, get the ketchup and pay at the empty express counter.

Stupid fucking baggies stealing minutes of my life away. I'm a design student dammit. I have procrastinating to do.

ps: Terry Pratchett's "Thud!" is fun.

pps: Everyone give me money so I can buy a ferret at the pet store dammit.