BUSY BEE BZZZZ BZZZZ

Nothing works on this blog. But "technically" I don't have time to fix it. Because I have a list of unaccomplished tasks. Okay THREE unaccomplished tasks.

UNO. FINISH WRITING PAPER (in capital letters, because paper was supposed to be finished in April, and it's now erm.. June. So it's a teensy weensy bit late)
DOS. Find Apartment to stay in
TRES. Get medical exam.

You know, amazingly it IS possible to spend 2 years writing your thesis, and then quietly leave it to rot in a corner for 2 months, come back to it, and have NO CLUE what it's talking about. And it's not even one of those sejarah projects or something that you did in high school, and you come back to it, and it makes you smile and think ," Hey, I can't believe I wrote that. Wow." with the appropriate mood music in the background. No. It's more like, " I CAN'T BELIEVE I WROTE THIS" Then you burst into flames of shame and die. Something like that.

Anyway, I also need to find a apartment. Or more like, a ROOM in an apartment. Put out an ad saying:

Malaysian student looking for housemates, preferably other postgraduate students/ professionals. Close to campus. Furnished. Rental negotiable.

What I really want to say is:

Malaysian student looking for housemates. No freaks. No weirdos. No aunties. Housemates expected to be fully clothed at All Times, except in privacy of locked room/ bathroom. Housemates expected to wash dishes and not leave them in sink as "control experiment" on "fungal growth". No cult members, no satan worshippers. No psychopathic serial killers.

BRAIN FREEZE

Blogging overload again. Got a few comments on a post, which means.. There Are Actually People Reading This *gasps*. It's true. I kid you not. But thanks for visiting this site! *Hi!* It is very sad and lonely, and the only one who reads this on a regular basis is tierrie, because I send him threatening online messages saying "Read this!". Now, the key to success, is not the content of the message itself (i.e. Read this!), but REPETITION. So I send multiple messages, demanding that he reads it, and if he doesn't, I page him and ask him to read it. And it goes on for a bit, until he crumbles.

So today, I've accomplished putting up a very narcisstic page about myself. And another even more narcisstic page with some pictures on it. Unfortunately, some of the pages are misbehaving, so they look strange. Like they were tweaked by aliens. hmmm...

I would put up a little sign saying, "WORK IN PROGRESS", but I've noticed that sites that usually have that sign, NEVER TAKE IT OFF, and are eventually abandoned and left to die. So in the interests of preserving feng shui and all that fun stuff. I'm keeping this cranky site as it is.

EXCERPT OF AN ONLINE CONVERSATION

Tierrie (11:54 AM) : who is chasyss kamigoroshi and sashi
Tierrie (11:54 AM) : all you?
Godzilla (11:54 AM) : NO THOSE ARE ACTUAL REAL PEOPLE!!
Godzilla (11:55 AM) : i feel so cool
Tierrie (11:55 AM) : right
Tierrie (11:55 AM) : okay
Godzilla (11:55 AM) : you can click on the BEAR
Godzilla (11:55 AM) : have you tried clicking on the BEAR?
Tierrie (11:55 AM) : it just became clickable
Tierrie (11:55 AM) : shush
Godzilla (11:55 AM) : CLICK IT

*edited

ROYALLY ANNOYED

Geez. The two strips of gray areas by the sides are beginning to really bug me. All sorts of alarms are going off in my engineer head.

INEFFICIENT. USE. OF. SPACE. MUST. SHUT. DOWN. AND. DIE.

I think I've had too much blogging today. Am beginning to feel the twinges of blogging overdose. (e.g. feel like smashing computer screen with large ugly stick). I can't get my aboutme page to work. I feel like sobbing, throwing hands in air and screaming, like Halle Berry in Monster's Ball. But would probably not sit well with colleagues. Don't want to be labeled: "The Intern Who Cries Randomly At Work" in perpetuity. Would not be good.

If I had one of those emoticon thingies, where you can specify how you're feeling today. Mine would say, "I'm feeling SULKY" with a sulky face right next to it. But I don't, so you'll have to settle for the comment in quotes.

Anyway incidentally, I'm working in an engineering firm. As an intern. For an amazingly incredibly princely sum of RM500 a month. Oh oh. Forgive me, am I being ungrateful? I spent FIVE YEARS in university so that I can be paid RM500 dollars every month? Barely enough to cover my parking charges, let alone maintain my incredibly expensive SUSHI obsession?

But on the other side. This is a rather temporary situation, and it was really nice of the people here to put me up for a couple of months, knowing I'll be off to study some more. So I really should go off like some ungrateful brat. I'm not. I just vent. I like venting.

Anyway, it's not like I'm revamping the whole business.

Look at what I did today for example. Hmmmm... Would make for interesting job interview question:

STODGY INTERVIEWER: So. What did you gain from your intern experience?
ME: (awkwardly) Well. Em. I created a website.
STODGY INTERVIEWER: (feigning interest) For your company?
ME: ( very awkwardly) Well. Sort of. Actually no.
STODGY INTERVIEWER: (surprise and disbelief) And, so what is it about.
ME: Well. Nothing.
STODGY INTERVIEWER: Nothing?
ME: Yes, erh. Nothing. But I've got pictures on it. And a tag board.

(interview ends)

BORN AGAIN BLOGGING

Aah. The sweet smell of success. Today I managed to:

1. Change my blog template to swanky new design
2. Fix my faulty blog archive (by loudly demanding my techy geek brother to do it)
3. Add tag board (and tag-it!)
4. Add pictures
5. Enable the "COMMENT" function

Now I am ready to unleash myself on to the blogging world. YES!

Mmmm... Ok. I'm unleashed. Kewl.

Right anyway. I haven't been blogging in AGES! There were more posts, but because most of them were wince-inducing and cheesy angsty material, I've taken it off. To unveil the suave, stylish, Very Cool, Very Mature, New Me. This will probably last for all of the next two posts, when I will revert (regress) back into the angsty geek inside of me. Wait. Are geeks allowed to be angsty? I'm not sure. I'll have to check.

I wonder who ever comes to this site. If it's just me, then it's going to really freak me out, because it's kind of like talking to yourself, and eVErYone knows that only mildly crazy people do that. Pfft. And I'm not crazy. I'm not. Freakish. Maybe. Not Crazy.

PICTURES. HERE GOES

Alrighty.
Cross Thy Fingers.

I AM INVINCIBLE! ROoOAR!

I'm so proud of my midget self. Managed to get the little box on the right to contain this ingenuous thing called the "Profile". So now have a box to say very pleasant things about myself, about what an exciting person I am etc.

YES. I AM THE INTERNET GOD. BOW TO ME.

It's been a while since my last post. Nobody ever comes here. That makes me a little sad. I'd put a sad emoticon right here to express myself, unfortunately I haven't quite yet figured out how that works. Mmppfh.

In a couple of days, this will be... the SWANKIEST website on the internet. Yes. Mmm. Okay maybe not. But definitely SWANKIER THAN IT WAS a few years ago.