Since I've finished watching ATLA, I'm moving on to its sequel, The Legend Of Korra (TLOK)

I've actually watched a couple of episodes on Nickelodeon but my schedule doesn't permit me to follow its schedule (what is with Nick anyway? Stupid constant changing of schedules.) so what to do? STREAM IT, duh.


I totally ship Makorra. It's been so obvious from the beginning that they're made for each other. Now I'm just waiting for the creators to make Asami fall for Bolin. It's gonna happen, people. You can take my word for that!


Sure, the creators tried to veil the obvious sexual tension between Makorra by adding Bolin into the equation but we viewers KNOW. I mean, c'mon! IT'S SO OBVIOUS. In all perfect cartoon relationships, it almost always starts with the guy not being interested in the girl, the girl gets crestfallen but never gives up, the guy finds some other girl but eventually breaks up with that girl because he finally realised he likes the first girl and just when people think they're gonna freaking marry each other already they have a huge argument.


IF THEY DON'T END UP MARRYING EACH OTHER AND HAVING LOTS OF FIRE/WATER BENDING BABIES...

God Mako is so hot.


look how his eyebrows stay the freaking same shape even when he's sweating and after he wiped the sweat off his brow. Look how even messed up hair suits him. Look how his eyes look expressionless but we just knowwwww beneath those cold hazelgreen eyes, lies a beautiful soul who knows nothing but love.


Look how he's so agile he freaking dodge everything in his path, knowing that they'll wear off eventually AND THEN he'll strike out with his fire bending of total awesomeness.

Look how even though he had to be all formal and more composed (than he usually is.) BUT he refuses to remove that battered scarf of his that used to belong to his dead father! Gargh but even though he treasures the scarf so much, he let Korra wear it! GAH the feels!

What is wrong with me why do I only fall in love with fictional people.


OH YES, THAT'S RIGHT. BECAUSE FICTIONAL CHARACTERS LIKE MAKO EXISTS IN THIS WORLD.

Even his namesake is adorable. He's named after the guy who voiced Iroh in ATLA until he died. SEE!? HIS NAME IS BEAUTIFUL BECAUSE IT'S A TRIBUTE TO A DEAD OLD GUY WHO VOICED ONE OF THE NICEST OLD GUYS IN CARTOON HISTORY!!!

this was a song from Iroh's Story, which was part of a filler episode "Tales Of Ba Sing Se"
I couldn't find the scene in Youtube, but if you watched that scene and not cry, you are not in touch with your feelings and your soul.

Since you probably wouldn't watch the scene, I might as well type the story out.

Iroh's Story talks about him (Iroh, yes he is a man. Yes, he is old. Yes, he is good.) celebrating his dead son's birthday. You see him buy stuff for a picnic and stuff and he helps a bunch of kids. Then you see him on a hill as the sun sets, he takes out a picture of his son, Lu Ten and sets it against a tree. He sets up the typical mourning/picnic food and stuff and he sings the song "Leaves From The Vine"

And obviously he starts crying halfway.

I AM SUCH A SOFTIE. But seriously guys, this scene is so sad T_T it unleashes your inner feels.



UPDATED:
I found it!




WATCH. IT.

So this is the duel between Zuko (now good, yay!) and his crazy sister Azula. I love this scene cos Azula totally loses her sanity here like argh omfg it's horrible yet attention grabbing like FINALLY HER PERFECT LITTLE SHELL HAS BROKEN COMPLETELY.


But of course her insanity and craziness wasn't born into her. I BLAME IT ON OZAI. Stupid man. If it weren't for him, she might have not been so crazy for attention and love and acceptance and all that.

THE ENTIRE FIRE NATION ROYAL FAMILY TREE IS WARPED IN SOME WAY LIKE OMFG WHY CREATORS WHY?!?! They're all insane in their own way, all just for power and honour like !?!???!??!

But anyway, Azula going crazy teaches us that people aren't born monsters, they're made.

WHICH TOTALLY CREEPS ME OUT. I'm gonna make sure my kids turn out sane.


Because of this series, every time I walk somewhere alone, the theme song starts playing in my head and makes walking awkward for me LOLOLOLOL it makes me feel like I'm slow-mo walking away from an exploding building like some freaking Bollywood star. *cue removing of shades*


and I feel these impulses to breathe yoga fire-breaths (basically inhaling and exhaling sharply.)

and also an incessant need to perform tai-chi..

Also, I want to learn yoga. AND I'M STILL WAITING FOR MY BENDING POWERS. Heh.

Heh heh.

1. I've realised that some of my top posts are about hot guys. That's nice to know. Passion fuels popularity, people! 
2. Have you any idea how awkward it is for me to get into the van in the morning? Here's how it goes. I open the door, bend down trying not to hit my head on the van ceiling, close the door, moonwalk back while trying to balance my books in my arms and trying not to hit anybody with my bag and settle down on my seat without making too much noise or hit too hard on the seat the knees of the guy behind me suffers. Yes, that is an awful way to start the day.
3. When I'm in a bad mood, I pretty much hate everybody. 
4. I don't know what to wear for Graduation T_T I'll look horrible in slacks!! WHAT AM I, A LAWYER!? But my Mom probably won't let me wear baju kurung I don't know laaaaaaa
5. I have always wanted to break my arm just so people can sign my cast and I'll have the most fabulous looking cast ever. *majestic hair flip*
6. I don't like Pn.Y. Like seriously. If I'm in a bad mood when I'm going to school, I think of ways of talking back to her in my head. I dislike her that much. She has no soul, she lost it a million years ago. Probably because of some guy. Maybe she has an unhappy marriage. Who knows~

Can I just say. HOW FUCKING AWESOME THIS SCENE IS. I don't care if you call me a geek, I do not care if you think I'm totally lame right now BUT DID YOU. OR DID YOU NOT. WATCH THE ENTIRE AVATAR : THE LAST AIR BENDER SERIES?! If you didn't, I rest my case. Your comments on me are INVALID.


Sure, it reminds you totally of Dragon Ball BUT WHO FREAKING CARES. That was like animated NarutoSMOOSHDragonBallSMOOSHeverysamuraishowyou'veeverwatched. THAT WAS LIKE. OMFG.

In case you haven't noticed, the guy with hair is the bad guy - if it wasn't obvious enough. He's Ozai AND IF IT WASN'T FOR HIM, AANG WOULD'VE PROBABLY BECOME A FULL AVATAR AAAAGES AGO.

But obviously, we always need a despicable evil villain in every successful animated series. Princess Azula is so close by but I can forgive her evil-ness since she's just plain insane from her jealousy of her mother's love to her brother. #relatable.


DID YOU NOT SEE HIM IN HIS AVATAR STATE AND CONJURED UP THIS ELEMENT BALL OF AVATAR-NESS SURROUNDING HIM?!?!?!?!?!?!?

I'm rewatching this, knowing very well SPM is about 40 days later.

LOLOLOLOLOLOLOL.

YES. YES. OMG YESSS.

Whenever I'm drawing (I'm not saying I'm good at it, I'm like a freaking amateur once you go deviantart and see the masterpieces there T_T they're so good.) and people come and watch.

NO. NO. JUST. STAHHHHPP YOU'RE MAKING ME SO NERVOUS AND SELF-CONSCIOUS JUST LET ME DRAW IN PEEEAAAACCEEEE.

And the stupid questions they ask. "who is it?"


IT JUST CAME OUT OF MY BRAIN OKAY. It's doesn't have to be anyone. IT'S JUST IN MY MIND AND I DRAW IT OUT ALRIGHT. IT'S NOT YOU OR HER OR SOME FREAKING CELEBRITY.

And when they ask you to draw them.


I will cut you if you ask me that again.

Every day when I wake up, I have my usual morning routine. First, I check the time and count the hours I've slept. Then I go brush my teeth while checking Twitter. Listen to videos while showering (it's a good background buzz okay.) and then when I'm drinking my Milo, I check Instagram.

Just one thing I need to say, and that is after SPM I am disposing of all my workbooks. Fuck with selling them, I'm just gonna recycle. I feel bad taking peoples' money, even if it is from people I don't necessarily like (not like they like me anyway lol) my guilty conscience prevents me from doing anything that might relate to helping people and expecting something in return.

Laugh all you want, I really feel bad okay. My only ganjaran I ask from you guys is that you just be nice to me. That's it, that simple.

And I feel bad cos I don't want him thinking I don't like him or anything. I love my grandfather okay, he's pretty dang awesome. And it really helps that he's not a slow-walker. He can walk faster than most of my friends, which is awesome.

OK, so he's not exactly my grandfather. More like grand uncle, but whatever he's my grandfather to me, seeing how my real grandfather died too early even for my Dad.

I'm being so prejudiced with my other grandfather but hey, my maternal grandfather never really seemed to like me very much. Hopefully it's cos he's awkward and not cos I don't share the same surname and I have crooked teeth lol. He seems to like my cousins a whole lot more than he likes me though. He only saved insults and scoldings for me -.- and money and gifts for my cousin.

OK sure, he gave me RM100. But he consistently gave my cousins more than that amount plus gifts like electronic dictionaries and stuff like that! OK OK OK LET THIS BE DONE WITH. My cousins are just.. -.-  their lives are so easy sometimes.


But that's OK, cos I love my maternal grandmother :D she can be pretty hilarious cos she has dementia and she doesn't remember a lot of things. OK, she only remembers a few things, mostly from her past in her 60's days. She always accuses the maids for stealing her eye drops, but they're just put in a different place cos she likes to hide them in corners where they can't find them HAHAHAHAHAHA it's like a never-ending goose chase.

Reminiscing the old Facebook days when everybody did those "Do You Know Me?" quizzes and "What ____ are you?" quizzes and the "20 facts" tag. And so my dah-lings, I'm bringing the past (okay, so 5 years.) back with a 10 Facts Tag cos I'm too lazy to think up 20 facts about myself.

I think I've done this before, but meh who says I can't do it again. Besides, who doesn't like reading about random facts?! I love them.

1. I count the number of hours I've slept right when I wake up consistently every day. Normally, I sleep an average of 6.4 hours a week. Yes, I just counted.

2. My stomach screams for food at 11 pm, which is why I can't stay up that late or I'll be morbidly obese.
3. If you're a girl and you think I'm really mean to you, rethink that. I am about 5 times meaner to guys. Call it my defence mechanism.

4. I secretly (okay, maybe not so) still watch kids' shows. As in the embarrassing ones like Barbie movies. Shut up okay, I love them.


5. my favourite all-time Barbie movie is Barbie as Rapunzel. Cos it was the first movie I've ever watched. AND SHE PAINTS!

6. I rap in the bathroom.

BUT ONLY SOMETIMES. RARELY I DO IT OKAY. BUT I DO. SHUT UP.

7. When I was little, I listened to Westlife. None of your "Mary Has A Little Lamb" CDs, I was a kid niggah. And I also listened to those opera-ish songs and was convinced I could become an opera singer. My vocals were killer (killer!!!) in the bathroom.

8. Ever since I was 10, I had this HUGEEE crush on Adam Levine. Cos I like the old Maroon 5.

9. I also dance in the shower. DAMN WHAT IS IT WITH SHOWERS, MAKING ME DO THESE THINGS.

10. I had no close friends all the way from kindergarten till Standard 2 cos I didn't speak fluent Chinese and I didn't dare to talk. Oh wait, I did. My "best friend" in Standrd 1 and Standard 2 was a guy but the little bugger changed schools. He was tiny, and had blonde-ish brown hair. I don't understand why his hair was so light, but it was so there.

Trisha is so hilariously blur HAHAHAH so I don't know why but we started talking about continents and countries and their capitals.

See Yen, Cheryl and I were talking about the capital of Italy, which is Rome and suddenly, out of nowhere, Trisha with full gusto and pride screamed

"Oh I know Rome! It's Egypt!"


I am so sorry but IT'S TOO FUNNY. THE WORLD MUST KNOW.

I am so careless in exams omg -.- so we've gotten most of our papers back and my grades aren't terribly horrible (as in omfg-ezhen-did-your-brain-run-away-during-exams horrible) but they aren't fantastical either. So far, I've only gotten 1A+ and 1A -.- could've been 2A+ had I been more careful with my English essay -.- why did I mess up my tenses, why!?

But on the other hand, I gotten my first A+ in Moral!
Cheryl got 73/80 for her paper and she needed 17 marks for sahsiah to get an A+ and she was like, "if she gives me 16, I'll flip the table I tell you"
shut up, it was funny when she said it cos it was in Cantonese XD

my Physics :( I seriously need to start memorizing the definitions like omfg seriously like 40% of the wrongs were all definitions. Also need to brush up on my Form 4 Physics.
This is weird cos I like Form 5 Physics but my Form 4 Physics is like....

I don't want to think of what could happen with Chemistry. I sacrificed Chemistry for Add Maths, and I got a C for Add Maths which is very awesome for me, people. Cos I've been getting an E for Add Maths for like, 4 exams at least. Teacher was very happy, she said I improved a lot.


At least I can get more than half for Paper 1 now, massive improvement pee-po.

And for Bio, I can't believe my whole fungi-growing-on-bread-in-different-parts-of-the-house experiment got me 12/17 LOLOLOL it was funny. I expected something lower. I am grateful.

Pn Hasfah and her harder-than-normal Bio questions. Le sigh. At least I passed, with a C.

This video was actually one of those ads you see before the Youtube video actually starts lol. I think it's inspirational and we people should really learn from it.

This may sound cheesy and all, but I really really want to grow up to become one of those people who starts foundations to help the poor. I know, I know, hard to believe. But I really feel bad for those people who survive on minimum wage jobs.

It doesn't matter who they are - taxi drivers, street cleaners, security guards.. most of them are middle aged people. Which probably means they have families of their own and it makes me sick to think about how they live and shit. And subsequently it makes me feel so over-privileged cos what the hell have I done right?! But at the same time, I don't want to live a life of hardship haha shallow as it seems, I can't leave the life I have right now.

 Lots of people say they deserve it cos they don't wanna go to school and blah blah blah. I'll have you know that "having an impressive-ass degree" just isn't good enough any more. Nowadays, who doesn't have a degree? We don't live in the 70's okay, let's just make that clear.

My Sejarah teacher told us about the story of the cleaner at some factory in India. Apparently one of the machines broke down and they brought in the best engineer there is and he couldn't fix it, so he declared that the machine was bust. The cleaner asked the owner if he could have a go so obviously everyone laughed at him.

People. He went to buy a couple of screws and got the freaking machine to work again. What was he? Just a cleaner? No. He had a degree. In engineering.

WHICH JUST PROVES MY POINT!! Those minimum wage workers might have degrees that we don't know of! Those "immigrants" could be just as educated as we are, just that they couldn't find a job cos job opportunities for white collar jobs are decreasing!
The prostitutes at Chow Kit could be educated too! MAYBE IT'S JUST SOME FAMILY PROBLEM OR SOMETHING THAT MADE THEM GO FOR PROSTITUTION!

What pisses me off the most are those aunties and uncles who came from kampungs and just litter everywhere -.- like dude.
And the worst thing is? Their kids are following their footsteps. I have friends who feel like its OK to litter. These are the exact same people who go to church or temples and preach about how much they love Jesus.

So I am here to say: please, please stop littering. It bugs the bloody crap out of me. It may be hard to believe but I used to pick up rubbish my friends left around -.- it was so annoying like dude. GET YOUR ASS UP AND THROW YOUR FUCKING RUBBISH IN THE DESIGNATED AREA.

These people -.- like just because there are cleaners doesn't mean you can just litter as you please. What goes around, comes around. Maybe next time when I see your face you could be a street cleaner. #Justsaying



So stop it. Stop littering. Start taking count of the street cleaners' feelings okay. And not to forget all those other blue collar workers out there. They already have it harder than the rest okay? Just stop it.

Oh my God the amount of innuendos in one dinner sitting. So we went to dinner with my cousin today cos it's his son's full moon I think or something whatever not important. Point is, babies + women = innuendo BOMB.

Somehow, we started talking about milk powder. Well duh, baby talk. But y'know. Milk. Hurhurhur.

"He doesn't like milk wan lah!"
"Huh, really?"
"Yeah lah! He hates sucking, must spoon feed wan."

Me:

And then the conversation started going towards baby biscuits.
"I dunno la, but don't you remember we used to eat baby biscuits?"
"Huhhh...."
"Yeah! We used to really like her biscuits wan mah!"

Me:


And the awkward moment when the mother is cradling her baby and you wanna take a picture. IS IT NOT AWKWARD?! Her boob be gettin' in your picture, motherfuckah! IS IT NOT AWKWARD??!?!?

and omfg during dinner right, thank GOD everyone was focusing on the baby cos guess what music video they played on the screen?

10/10 by 2PM like AAAAAAHHHHHH AWKWARD LEVEL: SHOOT ME NOW.



This video is so provocative and SO not appropriate to watch in the same room as your family.

Guys. GUYS. THIS. IS THE BEST RECIPE EVER. And you don't even need an oven omfg my favourite part and it's so easy!!! I HARDLY MADE ANY MESS OK. The hardest part of this recipe is probably separating the egg yolk and white but it's actually really simple.

To separate egg white from egg yolk you will need: a plastic bottle. Simple physics, my dear girls. Just squeeze the bottle a little and put it over the yolk and gently let go of your grip. The air pressure in the bottle will suck in the egg yolk. OR if you don't want to do that, just crack your egg over a plate, use a small cup or one of those tiny measuring cups that come with the vinegarciderdrinkyourmotherbuys to cover the yolk and pour the whites into another plate. SIMPLE.

Omfg. I made chocolate cake yesterday and it was meh BUT THIS IS AMAZING. Get the recipe here. Ohmygod. I didn't even use chocolate chips and it tastes amazing already.

Yes, today's topic is trial and error! Don't ask why, just read, dah-ling.


The other day my BM tuition teacher told us that once for the SPM retakes, they asked this question in the novel part. I don't remember exactly, so I'll just translate it to English:
"Explain how the title of the novel that you have read reflects on the story"


Hmm. Yeah. Uh. Well. Yeah. WHAT?!?!

I mean, if it were in English, I can explain it I guess. But you see guys, the title of the novels we've read is "Papa...akhirnya kau tewas jua!" and "Konserto Terakhir". Very dramatic titles, I know.

I suppose we can write for "Papa" that it speaks about how strong the father had been but in the end he ends up losing too? He ends up losing his wife once he finds another, much younger one? WE SHOULDN'T BE POLYGAMISTS? I DON'T KNOW OKAY.

Konserto Terakhir I suppose can reflect on how in the last concerto Hilmi had, was also the same day everyone learns of the truth. But it's too late cos Hilmi died and so did his Dad and omfg he fell in love with his half-sister thank God he died otherwise he'll have to deal with that crap again.

Dad: What is this? *holds up chocolate*
Brother: That's marzipan.
Dad: What?
Brother: Marzipan.
Dad: What's that?
Me: Sugar.
Brother (at the same time): It is basically an almond base sugar which is very, hurhurhur sugary. What you are eating right now, is just very sugary crushed almonds.



See the difference between my brother and I?

I think it would be nice if people just don't mention my weekly peeve post. It's another one of those ohmygodwhatdidido kind of embarrassment aftermath of a sudden outburst of anger.

I'm not removing it though, cos 1.) no one complained about it yet and 2.) I figure that one day when I go through my archives it would be funny. I'll be one of those aunties who laugh at their embarrassing pasts.

I have a meter of not impressed-ness moods.


Normally, it would reach the fifth level. The fifth level is quite normal, if you ask me. I'm quite sure I'm not the only one who cries when he/she is really angry - so angry we come to the point that it's actual tears of a mixture of anger and disappointment with the world and why does this always happen to me-ness.
I think that's a dangerous type of annoyed-anger if you ask me.

Kids at mamak.


Parents who brought the kids to the mamak in the first place and do nothing to shut them up.

Le Updated Peeve.

Don't make it sound like keeping me company is a chore okay? Because I'm the one who always does the talking. Don't go all, "oh ezhen has company now I can relax" like it's a job to keep me company. LIKE AS IF YOU EVER DID ANYTHING. I'M THE ONE WHO ASKS ABOUT YOUR DAY. I'M THE ONE WHO FUCKING TALKS TO YOU.

So don't you fucking dare make it sound like I'm the annoying one here when you don't even try being a good friend. Or a friend at all, for that matter.

I don't know what happened this past week. Am I getting more sensitive, or are my friends just getting less sensitive? What is this week called, retaliate to ezhen's dreams week? Does it make people feel happy that they shoot me down?!

Not naming anyone here, but it'll be pretty fucking obvious who it is lol just let me not care about it for about 2 weeks okay? You feel uncomfortable about the post, tell me I delete it. But for now, just let me do what I do.

Whenever I wanna be happy about my English marks, they'll go all "oh cos our teacher is so much more strict than yours."


So I'm like, I let your teacher see my essays and she likes them. And they say its cos she wants to give a good impression on me.


The temptation to let her mark my paper runs through my veins. It's not like my teacher isn't strict at all. Last year was acceptable since my teacher wasn't SPM-qualified but this year she fucking is okay and I can get fucking better.

And then whenever I say the literature part is easy, they give me the Look that says don't-say-what-you-don't-know and tell me it's different for them cos their teacher doesn't accept anything and it's suddenly like a vortex of exaggeration on what she wants.

And okay, so you guys have it really bad. Yeah, my A for English in your class will probably qualify for a C. Yeah, my grades forever lower, my marks forever unworthy, my results forever worse. You all forever fucking better at everything. Fine fuckety fine.


Let's just say that if I wasn't worthy enough for your teacher, she wouldn't ask me to write for the magazine.

A compiled list of my favourite fictional boyfriends.

I'm sorry, I JUST HAD TO LET IT ALLLL OUT. Fictional boyfriends are my favourite kind, because non-fictional kinds don't exist HAHAHAHA let down of the year, ezhen, let down of the year.

It is arranged in no particular order.

1. Michael Moscovitz from The Princess Diaries.
Can I just say how much I love him? He's not too showy showy with his affection, but when he does it totally blows you away. It's the kind of affection only the smart, broody types will show.
And when they broke up and had a time out, he totally didn't give up on Mia. HE DIDN'T, EVEN THOUGH THERE WAS MICROMINI MIDORI WHO HAD BOOBS. He didn't even give up when he found out Mia is going out with J.P.!! HE HAD BORIS BE HIS LITTLE SPY AND MADE SURE MIA WAS ALRIGHT AND OK.
What real life boyfriend actually does that and not be seen as a creep!? I'll tell you- no one. This is the kind of sappy creepiness only a man of Michael's calibre can master.