Nothing excites a boy more than a brand new toy.

And a brand new toy is just what I got myself last sunday! Wheee!!! The last time I ever bought myself a non-tech-hardware toy was ummm……. umm… let’s see…

…

I know I bought myself a small box of Lego, I just can’t remember when. Damn. It’s been that long? *scratch head* Well, if it counts I did buy a waterpistol sometime ago. I just can’t remember when I played with it. I wonder where it is now…

BUT FUCK THOSE!

Who gives a dipshit about old toys when you got yourself a new one! I have always admired Gundam models since the first day I saw them. But back then, I have never watched a single Gundam series.

But following my new lifestyle, I was introduced to my first Gundam series, Gundam SEED and was instantly absorbed into it. But not really enough to get myself my own Gundam model.

But that never really stopped me from gawking at the models and dioramas put up in hobby shops and anime conventions. I just looooove admiring the amount of work and dedication they put into making a toy look so stunning.

After much contemplation and info-hunting, I finally decided to jump on the bandwagon, just to see how it feels like. After about 2 hours of figuring which piece fits where…

HOLY FUCKNIG CRAP THAT FELT BLOODY DAMN GOOD!!!

It really has been quite a while since I entertained myself this much. At least, with plain toys. There’s a certain thrill when you have the anime/cartoon character you adore oh so much in your own hands. And then you start picturing things with it and drowning yourself in your own imagination.

This might just be a toy to you. But it’s healing my aching soul beyond any and all expectations.

After filling our stomachs, Albert, Richard and I decided to kill some time by exploring the rest of Avenue K.

While we were ohh-ahh-ing over the radical architecture embedded in Avenue K’s design, we whipped out our digicams to document what interesting sights there were to see. Albert, being there once before, pointed out to us anything worth of note. I was surprised to see some shops open in the most secluded nooks and crannies. Well, they were jewellery and fashion shops, so I guess it’s not really a big deal. It’d be a real problem if there were restaurants or anything as Avenue K is virtually devoid of people. Maybe it’s because it’s not officially launched yet, there are even areas still under construction.

Now for some photos, [hahah I'm on a high for photos today]:

This has to be the coolest decoration made of bamboo.

3-floor escalator + long exposure + not-so-sane cameraman = this.

And when we’re done messing around the tall escalator, and that the security guards were giving us a funny look, we headed down to the KLCC Putra Station and headed off to Bandar Tasik Selatan Star Station, where I parked Boy earlier that day. Why all 3 of us?

Hehehe, I dragged them to come with me to Endah Parade. One likes to collect toys, while the other one loves anime, perfect companions to share my interest with. Our business there was:

Yes my good man, I bought myself my very first Gundam. To boot, Freedom is my favourite MS ever, so hahahahah. Next entry I’ll be obsessing about this guy!

Last Sunday, I went to Andrew’s birthday party at Burger King, Avenue K. I forgot his age, but I’m sure he didn’t act like it. It also doubled as a Gathering for Xfreshers that have been delayed for so long. It was great to see you guys.

We each had our own share of BK snacks, while yapping and chatting as our mouth munched away. It was quite funny as another kid was also celebrating his birthday at the same franchise. The only difference between the two parties was the presence of profanity. I don’t have to tell you which one lah :p

Let me toss in some pics, ahh.. here we go:

I love the amount of cheese they used to make the cake. It’s an Oreo Cream Cheesecake by the way. Heavenly.

After everyone had their share of cake, jokes and laughter, we parted ways. Next part would be the exploration of Avenue K! ;)

After much tweaking and and coding, The Silent Room has reopened its door for you. More updates later tonight, but now, I’m going to take a quick break. In regards to the repairs, here are the more notable ones:

- Site displays properly on IE, although there some problems with margins.
- Comment hack now functions properly
- minor tweaks on style and spacing here and there

Be back later!

Let me tell you something. I have another person living inside me. He’s naturally a good guy, really, but he’s kind of brash when it comes to actions and words. He comes out once in a while, you can read some the thoughts that he voiced out here in the Room. Can’t tell which are his? His are the ones filled with anger, pain, and cynicism.

By nature I’m very soft, and extremely emotional. When it comes to making big decisions, I usually call him out for some ideas. He’s very rational, very logical and extremely critical. Often times he would make me take a step back and think several times before deciding anything. I love him very much. He has kept me sane, and has kept me safe whenever times got rough.

He’s a total opposite of the one you would usually see me as. He’s very crude, extremely harsh and has the shortest temper. Which makes him an especially dangerous person to be around with. Fortunately he knows that being so gets me in trouble, so he usually stays inside and enjoys whatever simple joys and peace I can provide him. One thing notable about him, is that he’s very protective of me.

Whenever I’m angry, he would whisper into my soul. Words of anger and hatred, that is. They seep in so so deep into my head that I could just immediately lash out at the nearest person. Yet, at the same time, he would tell me to know what’s the better thing to do. I’m sure if you have been with me long enough, you would notice that I would usually talk very slowly when I’m angry.

I’m trying to keep him in.

He doesn’t like to see me hurt. He hates to see me cry. He is especially disgusted whenever I thought of giving up. He would mentally whip me back up to my feet, convincing me that I deserve the better things life has to offer. On many occasions he has been correct. But whenever I’m really hurt, and extremely pissed off at something, he would rise to the occasion.

I know that letting him out would spell trouble. He broke someone’s nose the first time he came out. It gave me a certain sense of satisfaction and power back then, but I knew better that hurting people is never the right thing to do. I swore never to let him surface again. Unfortunately, he’s just me, as I am just him. I don’t have the strength to hold him back forever. If I’m down and broken, I might not even have a grip on him at all. I would be so weak, so vulnerable and he would never waste another second to show himself.

I try my best to keep under control. But if you weaken me enough, I cannot guarantee your physical safety. If he surfaces, he WILL harm you. And when that happens it would be too late, for both of us. I can never forgive myself for hurting people, and perhaps you would never be able to forgive me for hurting you. He is THAT dangerous.

Please help me keep him sealed.
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“You know,” said God, catching Brian up, “it’s been a while since I’ve done that!”
“What?” asked Brian wearily.
“Done a miracle like that. Back in the old days, I used to do it all the time, fix hairline fractures in pottery, gently repair wheels, that kind of thing. Miracles nobody sees, I used to love them.”
Brian paused on the top of the stairs. “Why did you stop?”
God thought about this. “Nobody sees them.”

- deviantkupo, A Spot of Bother