Gimme my candy, dammit

October 31st. Halloween. A day where witches and wizards and ghastly in-betweens run amok in the streets blowing up buildings with DIY Jack-o-Lantern bombs. Then they beat elderly folk over the head with brooms and proceed to steal candy from them. Except they don't have candy no more 'cuz they ain't got no teeth left, so all you can ever extort from them is the odd half-unwrapped, melting Fisherman's Friend covered with gross pocket lint. Then all them magic folk get wasted in dodgy bars and wander the streets arm-in-arm, all drunk and singing How much is that doggy in the window? until they get arrested or run over by trucks.

Ah, the joys of Halloween. Time for me to get my broom.

Just a little clarification

You know my 2nd blog entry? The one titled "A short little continuation which may as well be a stand-alone"? Yeah, the really long title which could have been a LOT better summarized?

Well, I lied.

It wasn't short. At all. But it's still a continuation which may as well be a stand-alone though. At least that much is true.

Erm. Yeah. Just wanted to say that, I guess.

Here's your cool link for the day. Be sure to make full use of my generosity, 'foo.

http://ic1.deviantart.com/fs4/f/2004/265/e/0/narutard.swf

To the creator of said flash: You are t3h 1337. I salute j00. I hope you are t3h Malaysian as well, because it'll comfort me knowing there is salvation. Or not.

.....and X marks the spot

Someone found my page. Coolness.

Dear reader/loyal fan/random stranger/lost dude/curious bypasser/unfortunate victim,

Congratulations! You have stumbled across this page, which you should know by now is solely devoted to my insanity/randomness/ingenuity. Unless, of course, you are some sort of obtuse chicken with the mental capacity of a moss-covered rock -- should that be the case, your insolence is forgiven.

For your efforts you have been awarded this extremely 1337 yet pointless message.

Thank you and have a nice day.

Yours sincerely,
Galvea

P.S. This message cost me 30 seconds of my life. Be grateful, you ingrate.

A short little continuation which may as well be a stand-alone

Whoa. Long title.

I took another good look out the window (which is right behind my computer, by the way. No, it's closed and it has a grill, and NO, my computer is under no risk of falling right out the window and possibly incapacitating someone.) while waiting for my first post to publish, and I just realized that there are TWO rambutan trees in my neighbour's yard. Actually, that's not completely true considering that a good portion of the tree (and the rambutans on it) are actually hovering over MY yard. I've a good mind to go down there and arrest both trees for trespassing on private property. Then again, maybe I'll just let it slide, since they're not really evil or anything. At least, I don't think so. If they start sucking my life-force and/or grow some mean-looking teeth and eat birds then I'd say they're probably evil.

Erm. Yeah. What was I saying again?

Oh yes, I just realized that one tree bears YELLOW rambutan while the other tree bears RED rambutan. I don't know why, but it amuses me. Also, it seems that there are loads more yellows compared to them reds. GO YELLOW!! FIGHT-O!!!

Also, while looking out the window and offering my moral support to the yellows, I noticed this strange vine thingy hanging from the tall.. erm... bamboo... looking... trees... right outside my window. I haven't the slightest idea what they're called, but erm, they're tall and thin and have leaves like a coconut tree. That's pretty much it, I guess. Anyway, upon further inspection, I find that there's this thick vine thing coiled around it all the way to the top, like some sorta ugly worm-snake hybrid. Eeew. And now that there's nothing left to climb, it's detached itself and gone all droopy and kinda just hanging there in the air like some sort of.. leafy.. tendril.. thingy. I think it's heading towards my window. I kinda have the feeling that it'll keep growing and growing and getting ever so closer to my window, and then BAM! It'll smash through my window in the middle of the night and then proceed to take over my computer and watch all my anime. Then it'll probably leave a note on my screen, something like:

"Thanks for all the anime! Muhahahahaha!"

Gosh, that's pretty darn evil. I think I'll do my bit against tendril-plant-terrorism and go hack down that tree now. As they say, "The best defense is a good round of all-out violence." Actually, I don't think anyone ever says that. But if you ever hear it one day, remember that you heard it from me first.

I'm sorta-kinda-not-really back!

Hoookay. It's been a long time since I've blogged, and well, this site is really just a temp site for me to, y'know, get back in the grrrrrroooooove. I sure hope my writing skills ain't gone all rusty yet.

Whoa. One paragraph in and I'm hit with writer's block. Wonderful.

Erm... what to say? I guess I'd better explain myself. I'm a lazy perfectionist. Yes, a lazy perfectionist. Now, I'm sure most of you are completely bewildered right now. Lazy perfectionist? How is that even possible, you say? Well, let's break it down...

Perfectionist: One who obsesses over their work and insists that everything be absolutely perfect. Anything LESS than perfect would be completely unacceptable and downright humiliating. Usually hysterical, overly-sensitive and prone to depression. Suffers from superiority-inferiority complex.

Lazy: A bum. Slacker. Idles around doing nothing. Has no motivation and/or enthusiasm to get on with life.

Now, if you put two and two together, you'll get four and that's not just maths but proof that you either a) have no frickin' idea what you're doing or b) have the attention span of a dungbeetle. No, I have no idea exactly how long the attention span of a dungbeetle is, but I'm betting it's pretty damn short.

And I have absolutely no idea why I wrote the last paragraph and what relevance it has with anything. I'm sure it's of the utmost significance though. Otherwise I wouldn't have written it, would I? Maybe, like, years later I'll look back at my very first entry and see said paragraph and go, "Whoa! I must be, like, psychic! Now I know WHY I wrote that stuff! Neato!". I haven't the slightest clue what it's gonna be, but I can just FEEL the importance of it.

Right. Moving on.

Recap for those easily side-tracked: This has absolutely nothing to do with my being a lazy perfectionist, by the way.

Lazy Perfectionist: Someone who obsesses over creating the abso-frickin'-lutely PERFECT MASTERPIECE but is too lazy to do so. Hey, it takes a lot of time and commitment to be absolutely perfect, y'know. And I ain't gonna start a project until I'm positively sure I'll be able to see it through.

Just thinking about all the effort that'll have to go to it makes me tired. I think I'll go lie down and rest now.

Now you know why I haven't been blogging lately. Oh, and there are two crows fighting over my neighbour's rambutans right now. At least, I think they're crows. It's kinda hard to be sure since I don't have Superman vision or something. Maybe they're just black birds that kinda look like crows. Or maybe they're pigeons in disguise or something. Y'know, undercover pigeons, investigating who's been stealin' them rambutans. Hell, maybe they're stealing the rambutans and trying to pin it on crows. The possibilities are endless. But I'm pretty sure those are rambutans though. Unless it's some kinda mutated cherry tree. Those are some pretty big cherries then.

And I decided to blog this seemingly random bit of information because, damn, this is probably the only interesting thing I've seen through my window for like, forever.

Oh well, what the hell, they're gone now. Maybe I'm just delusional or something.