This may come as a surprise to some of you, but this blog will not be updated anymore.

I have moved to pupuren.com/weblog!

Please bookmark, and hopefully I’ll see you there~ XDD

Have been busy trying to complete my FYP, watching a load of videos (goodbye Ugly Betty. I missed you, Whose Line Is It Anyway?), planning my grad trip, deflecting Pa’s anxiety attacks about my newly unemployed status, but most importantly, working on my new website.

That’s right, I has one!

Unveiling sometime in the future when I’m done trying to find old works from the pile of ‘organised’ folders in various places.

Also, this means that when I’m done, I’d be blogging over there.  Just a heads up :)

I also bought a new velvety sketchbook. It is made of love and fur.

The dream starts with me in Pa’s car. I spied my one of favourite spots in school and it was practically glowing in vibrant greens. I never recalled it being so beautiful. Of course I had to stop and take photos there. Pa turned into a carpark next to a HDB estate to park his car, though it was pretty far away from the glade. There was a wake in the void deck behind us. I was about to get out of the car when I realised that the blue truck on my left had left his back door slightly ajar.

There was a giant rooster jammed in between the door and the frame. It was really colourful, though its beauty was detracted by its right wing suspended awkwardly out of the door, and I sat in the car staring at it through the window, observing the broken state of it’s right wing (the middle portion was stripped of feathers) and trying to determine if it was real or merely a very life-like doll- because seriously, a rooster as large as that couldn’t possibly exist. I stard at it’s half-closed eyes for quite a while, forgetting about everything else. And then the eyes opened wide, and it started to animate it’s broken wing.

Of course, after that it just made getting out of my car even harder. But I had to get out anyway, and hoped not to get battered by the injured bird.

Once I got out, however, I was distracted by Ally approaching me on a bike. Just nice, I said, and plopped Super Fatty into her empty wire basket. I contemplated hitching a ride with her, but she didn’t have a passenger seat, and anyway I couldn’t leave Pa to walk there alone. We were leaving when I turned to my right to see the rooster; it was on the floor shuffling jerkily from the bottom of the truck to under Pa’s car. I remember thinking in a detached manner that it reminded me of a combination of those ASCII 2ch characters and Asian horror movies.

And then Mum woke me up by calling my phone. I never got to see the glade, dammit! >_<

My FYP is in a mess, and I have about 6 weeks to stir some shit up. Hopefully it’ll be good, and worth it! Right now, I’m not really feeling it though…

Cya’ll soon! Hopefully I’d be on the path to graduation by then ^^;

p.s. This is made me sad since this morning. Yesterday’s Discworld secret made me lol, but today’s is just sombre. Just like my FYP.

I didn’t answer her, because someone else chipped in his opinion.

Truthfully, I also had no answer to give because I was perplexed over that question. Aren’t these two completely different things? Why must I disbelieve in ghosts when I disbelieve in gods? They’re just not the same.

I don’t worship gods. Most of the time, I’m unsure of whether to believe in one or not, so I don’t (because I’m lazy like that). Sometimes I hope that gods are real. But I usually lack the faith and enthusiasm for worship activities.

It’s the same mentality over how I’m not rabidly crazy over fandoms/idols because I just don’t have the drive to worship anyone.

Ghosts, on the other hand, I believe to be real. Most of the time, I hope they’re nothing but fictitious stories because I never want to encounter one, but I do believe.

Perhaps it’s because ghosts were once human, and humans are real from my perspective.

Also, if ghosts are real, it gives me hope for life after death in clinging onto the material world.

On to livelier, more scandalous things, I’ve taken to wondering about the recent spate of high profile ‘family-friendly’ men being outed to the media of their numerous extramarital affairs. Is it an indication of mankind’s primitive tendencies to propagate when they feel successful? You know, natural selection at it’s best, the urge to spread success!genes everywhere to ensure that the next batch of humans will prevail :P

It doesn’t account for unsuccessful people who do have affairs, but it’s a Richard Dawkins tidbit I’m chewing upon just for kicks.

Am so tired when I wake up, with dream snippets still floating as the morning sun sears my skin. And then I stay dreamy throughout the rest of the day recalling the latest dream scenes.

It’d be nice to have a dream that’s not as adventurous tonight.

Originally taken for the huge-ass fish, I later realised that by sheer coincidence, stall-owner wears a Victorian-style cabbage wig.

I pointed this out to Pa, and he quipped, “Don’t spoil my barrier!”. So apt XDDD

Also, having a cold and singing along to American Idol is not a good idea. Huzzah I think it’s the first time I’m catching episodes other than just the auditions and finale since Fantasia!

Seriously, I only came here to say that I would be on a hiatus of sorts, that if any of you caught me actively online for more than an hour, feel free to give me a thorough ass-whooping, because I need to actually produce some animation in order to graduate in a couple of weeks time…

So I logged in and was shocked to find that my blog had about 170+ hits, from a fandom wank post. Wah lau! Scared me can? But it was only a link to my post about BL Plagiarism.

Anyway, apparently Gene Simmon’s son plagiarised from Bleach. Wow.

Seriously, the resemblance is startling.

I know, I’ve not had anything to do with Bleach ever since the Arrancars first made their appearance (because I never have the patience to wait for updates every week), but I just thought that people like Shasha, Yuunsama and Senpai would like a heads up ^^;

Deb-chan’s Dad: Hi, is my daughter inside already? *walks past the waiting area towards the consultation room*
Deb-chan: No. Hi dad.
Deb-chan’s Dad: *laughs and backtracks*

On another occasion, Pa called and I randomly asked him when it was superstitiously safe for me to re-touch the wack-job that I did on my hair (because it’s bad luck to cut hair during Chinese New Year).

Pa: These kind of things you have to ask your mother, I just came back from the barber’s.

Wah lau!!!!!!!! ROFL

Anyway, it turns out that Mum also doesn’t believe in this superstition, so I heck cared and cut off the extruding bits that I missed the last time I chopped my locks off.

Am worried about being the only one in the family who looks for wood to touch…

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Also, nice analogy.

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These two strangers = ♥♥♥

Although the problem for me is that I need my space, but I’m not independent. It’s a paradox of sorts…