If a picture speaks a thosand words...

So these should tell you a LOT.

Once upon a time, in a faraway land, where princesses and dragons went to bingo with eachother while princes would tap dance away with talking horses... there... was...

A boy with big great headphones who was determined to pave a new definition of tone-deaf singing. So, he went and barged into a room while singing a bieber lyriced song; thus diturbing the peace of the room.

Enraged by the abusive repetitive lyrics of 'baby, baby, baby, oooh baby', a small tiny boy rose up to the challenge;

the challenge to shut the big giant up. The lil' boy took a lethal weapon, an orange tipped object and pulled down a mask to shield his bleeding ears from the sharp sound coming from the throat of the ogre.

The masked crusade quickly runs to the towering fiend and sprouts words of an unheard language but it's intent was made clear:

'shut up, or I'll stuff this up your rectum'

or something like that.

But ALAS,

the towering ogre was too strong for the tiny soldier in an oversized helmet, instead, the small boy was pushed aside onto the awaiting arms, of a mop headed bespectacled girl,

There in her arms, the warrior found a way to rejuvenate himself, the young brave warrior decided to...






Pick his nose.




Disturbed by the provoking excavation of the warrior's mucus site, the civilian shakes her head and pushes the 'warrior' into the ogre's path. Where the ogre lifts the tiny fighter and dunks him into a basket;

and then hoists the basket and the body within, loftily above the ground. Both the captured and capturer shares a hearty laugh.

and they proceeded to 'battle' it out.

After setting the lil' warrior back to the ground, the giant and warrior went into a dangerous gut wrenching wrestling match. It was all laughter and smirks...


until some one was kicked in the crotch. *coughHazeeqcough*

there everything went:


HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH

The wait

`It's 4.30

Drip. Drip. Your sweat plastered onto your back.

You're sitting there under the scorching sun, waiting.

Waiting for that accursed bus to appear at the bend.

Tick.Tock. the clock's ticking away on your wrist.

It's 4.32 now,

shouldn't the bus be here by now?

Your mouth turns dry, as you brain begins

to race.
What if the bus had broken down?
What if the bus was still in a traffic jam due to somesort of traffic collison?
Oh My God.
What if the bus had been in THE traffic collison?

Your heart paces faster, and worry etches itself onto your forehead.

It's 4.36

GOD! The woman said the bus would be by 4.30!
She said, 4.30

What is she playing at? Where is she? Who does she think she is?

You feel an irrational anger boil under the heat.

Where is she? Where is that woman?

You are never allowing this ever again. NEVER again.

STOP.

there it is!
The bus, it's FINALLY rounding the corner.

You see little heads near the window, as the bus crawls to you.

You search for that familiar face among the squashed features promptly pressed to the window.

You squint for the features imprinted to your brain in between waving arms.

You can't see it. You can't see him.

You frown at the thought of his younger form squashed between the much more older bodies in the bus.

Wait.
Oh god, what if he's not on the bus?
what if he got left behind?
what if...

and you stop. as you see a small figure sitting quietly in the bus.

Head down, shoulder slumped and a contemplative twist of the head; the relief you feel is tinged with the sadness that will never leave.

The head turns, and you see the ears rise from its droopy state as a limb stretch out and remove each digit and press itself to the frosty glass.

A smile.
A wave.

You happily reciprocate.

You watch as the figure bombards itself from the bus at the earliest chance.
You grin as it canons itself under outstretched arms of others, and jump into your awaiting arms.
You laugh as he hugs you and starts gabbing in a language you must've once known, but had forgotten.

'How was your class trip?'

The child smiles.

'Was it fun?'

The child nods.

"You wanna go again?"

He smiles and nods.

You sigh, and laugh at yourself. You know you'll feel torn, worried and insane about this again.

but you couldn't say no to that lil' boy;


your exception.

Rating for My Name Is Khan

I rate it a nice 8.5/10

Watch it?

A must.

Movie Review : Clash Of The Titans

Today I watched:


Overall, I must say... I was satisfied.

Though, many have said it was a 'rip-off' of Percy Jackson, Percius should be Hercules and the titans should be from the elements, I'll point out some minor details to you, right now.

One. Zeus had A LOT of children, and he didn't practice our 'one to one' monogomous function that we practice 'all the time'. geddit?

Two. I'd actually say Percy Jackson is the one ripping off Clash of the Titans cause this is just a REMAKE of an old movie made in the 1980's. GOT IT?

Three. The titans were not of elemental power. Titans do not represent 'big' 'scary' 'monsters'. TITANS ARE actually the ELDER GODS in Greek mythology, i.e. Zeus, Hades, Poseidon... yadda yadda yadda.

Anyways, critics aside... True the graphics were below of expected but hey, I think this movie is an overall above-average interesting film, that should not be over-shadowed by close-minded people who has watched too much of Disney movies *coughHerculescough* and do NOT know what they're talking about at all.

I say it's a good joy for all those Greek Mythology admirers out there! Especially those who always wandered how Medusa's lair would look like and also... the Kraken is AWESOME.

P.S. I know the Kraken isn't actually derived from Greek Mythology but.. puh-lease... it was sooo fun to watch it tear up the city. HAHA! :)

STARS: 4 Stars.

Wrong Choice.

You feel the heat radiating from the orange orb in your hand.

Sweat embedded onto your forehead, and splattering your thick hair onto the base of your neck, preventing heat waves from escaping your already hot-head.

You wonder why did you chop your hair to a bob; it was so hard to tie now. Wait! Stop! You have to focus.

You shake your head to throw the pesky thoughs aside, as you urge faster; under an outstretched arm, past the bulldozing bodies and even faking a few directions to muddle the competition.

The competition; huge bulks of tower-power as they stomp across the court, forcing their face at you and greedy fingers grab at the grasped object in your hand.

There, you see it a hole in the defence!

Run, Run Qeel. Run. You've gotta make it.

NO! Blocked! Darn it.

You swerve and at the edge of your eyes, you see her.

She's running and not looking, just running around with her arms wide open. You have only 2-3 seconds to think about it. She can't be that bad. She must've caught something during all those countless trainings. On the other hand.. this was an important mission. It could determine success or failure for what you've all done; for what you've done.

You decide to give it a chance.

So you do it, you thrust the powerful orb into the air; hurling it to her all the while praying she would catch it.

In the split second the object leaves you, you feel a sudden coldness in you as you see her shocked expression and her despair of being trusted with such responsibilities. Overwhelming frustration guts you in the stomach as you see her flailing arms miss the orb as it passes past her outstretched limbs.

and is picked up by the opponent. You don't bother running to salvage the wreck that had happened; the wreck that you had caused.

Time's up.
Game's over.

You lost.

Ole!

Yesterday was interesting, to say the least.

Woke up, tied up a few knots of work, did my early-morning jog, sat down outside and enjoyed nature while it was still cool outside.

Then came the rush, you see... yesterday was the perarakan on Maulud Nabi. Yes mates, even though Maulud Nabi was on Friday, the march was on Saturday.. due to Friday prayer.

Equation:

Maulud March+Friday prayer= Major TRAFFIC JAM

Hmm.. Jam.. I'm hungry.

Anyways, after all the marching and all that. I was dragged all over the Brunei District by my cousins. HAHA not really. But still.

We went from lounging it up in Empire; watching a movie:i.e. Percy Jackson&the Olympians and The Lightning Thief.

Gotta say though, Luke was cute.

Percy Jackson.. looked short. and too much like Zac Efron. "(=. Half expected him to start singing 'A whole new world' when he was fighting with Luke.

After that, we all (-KaDilah&AbgAsh) went to pantai Tungku where we Literally walked on shaky grounds. HAHA after watching this major showdown by this LOUD couple, we all pretended to surf and jumped on the already unstable rocks. :) Death wish, anyone?

Not really. :P

Then, ATV racing was on. WEEHEE. Felt good, feeling the wind in my air, the rumble of the engine.. and of course.. my cousin clutching to me for dear life while SWEARING I was a maniac.
Heh. Can't help it. Well, yea that's not technically true. But she CHALLENGED me. She was like 'Bah kalahkan Hazeeq ah!' and of course I did. I went all out on the gas pedal, swerved at the curves and made the ATV vehicle soar more than 2 times.

A maniac on the road? MAJOR understatement.

:)

Then it was Caroline's big shindig.
AND DO I MEAN.. BIG
"(=.

I swear to you, the moment I got dropped off and entered the house, I felt overwhelmed by the sheer force of numbers, until I saw a lil' group of friends and hanged around them until I had to go home.

Overall the party was entertaining and fun. :) Total laughter fest. Maybe it's my fault.. but you know what? I spent most of the night sweating. "(=.

Though I don't ROLL that way... I've gotta say:

Major Plus to the party, I got to see a pretty girl in a floral dress. AHAHAH

TEEHEE!

Thanks. For..well. having me. watching over me. though i find it weird. But. hahahah Okay. just thanks.

I expected stampeding horses of anxiety, earth-shattering dissapointment and ofcourse the self-degrading sense of failure.

You know...The works. What am I saying? Ofcourse you know, welll... okay maybe you don't know.but I.. hmmm.. okay.. I'm losing myself here.

But you know what?

I did pretty alright. Could've done better, perhaps. but. I don't know why. I'm just content.

And nothing's gonna stop this feeling of;-

contentment.