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. // prawninator | 21:54 + ~ I still love him. When I heard she moved in, I was crushed. But what can I do? He loves her. He loves her. He's happy with her. That's all that matters. If he's happy, I'm happy too. I remember how I used to be in a crappy mood all because he was too. It was just natural to me. I want him to be happy. He deserves it. As happy as I am for him however, I still feel a little sad. I feel as though in a way, I lost my best friend; one of the only few who means the world to me. I know I'm attached. But it doesn't stop me from feeling the way I do about him. I'm just glad that he makes the effort to "hang-out" with me once in a while, when I have an off-day. It's a very... reassuring feeling, in a way. I guess in a way the two of us are just like Rulyth and Lazair, the siblings we play... and I guess this is where we'll stay. As best friends, like a brother and sister. I'm happy. . // prawninator | 12:38 + ~ The weekend has been nuts. I mean, really nuts. So much so that in an effort to make everything good and perfect for the Sunday crowd, I only managed to crawl into bed at 6:30 in the morning, having reached home only fifteen minutes prior. It was awful. I didn't even change out of my clothes before falling asleep. At least Ro, Ian and Justin were around to keep me company through the night. Heh. Cool bunch. Even after going to bed at 6:30, I still had to wake up at 10:30 for work, so technically I only had four hours of sleep, not counting the little fifteen minute break I had from Slumberland when Dad came into the room to turn my air-conditioning off. Thank the Heavens he didn't, or I'd have murdered him before he'd ever step onto that boat to Batam. So my parents are in Batam, Indonesia. I guess it's a far cry from my upcoming trip. I still haven't gotten the tickets to Arizona yet, though. Waiting for my mother to return from Batam before I can get it done. Gods, I'm so sleepy right now.. I wish I could just... *snore* . // prawninator | 15:03 + ~ Playboy will soon release content for Sony's PSP. According to Gamasutra, the company will offer nude and non-nude photo galleries that have been specifically formatted for viewing on the PSP, taking advantage of the open movie and image viewing capabilities of Sony's handheld. What's surprising about this announcement is that Playboy is choosing to release titillating videos and photographs first. Everyone reads the magazine for the articles, so what gives? Where's the highbrow literature people have come to expect from Playboy? Some practical tips for you if you hope to convert your PSP to a Pornstation portable:
Snagged off PSPGarden.com . // prawninator | 10:26 + ~ It's 0112hrs... I'm *still* at work. All because of the Logitech MX518 launch in the morning. Apparently it's a WHOLE lot better than the Razer Diamondback. For Logitech's sake, it better be. Or I'll be at their head office with a sledgehammer demanding overtime. . // prawninator | 01:10 + ~ Keeeeebler! Froooooodo! . // prawninator | 19:29 + ~ I'm officially ticked off with Ubisoft right now. First of all, the patch for Splinter Cell: Chaos Theory (hereby referred to as SCCT) didn't quite work out, right? So then when I got the correct patch, it wouldn't let me sign on to Ubi.com to play online AT ALL. I don't mean to be rude, SCCT is an awesome game, and I've tried the single player campaign. It totally rocks. But when Boland (hereby referred to as Ryan) sent an email pleading for help for my situation on my behalf, their response was half-assed and seemingly machine-generated. Like a request was sent in, and they used some kinda engine to detect all the keywords, then send a pre-generated post to the sender. Oh gods, I could have murdered them there and then. But well.. gotta thank Ryan for his effort. And for persuading me into getting yet another game that I'm probably gonna get stuck on for.. quite some time. Thanks Ryan! *sticky shockers him* On another note, it's confirmed. I'm going to the USA on the 22nd of June to the 22nd of July. The tickets have been bought and I'm staring at the itinerary of the e-ticket right now. I'm scared though; I've never left the country on my own before, so I'll probably need all the guidance I can get. So uhm. Don't use this as an excuse to scare me. I'm very easily frightened. So yeah, everything's falling into place. *sighs happily* . // prawninator | 00:52 + ~ Fucking Ubisoft. Not that I want to get sued or anything, I'm just so pissed. I bought myself a copy of Splinter Cell: Chaos Theory. I know, I know. Kill me already. I've been buying games oh so often recently. Doesn't help that Boland's gonna pay me back; I still need to pay off some debts and bills and whatnot. But still, I haven't even started up the game and already I knew I was getting into bad territory. Especially if it has ANYTHING to do with Ubisoft. So I downloaded the 1.01 patch for the game. A whopping 80mb download, which took me more than an hour to download. Only to realise that the version of the patch (N.USA) and my version of the game (Euro) ARE NOT COMPATIBLE. I mean, for fuck's sake! If you want to make a game, MAKE IT UNI-fucking-VERSAL! I'm annoyed, really annoyed. Because now I have to FIND the Euro patch, and it sure as hell ain't on an English page in Ubisoft's official site. Managed to snag it off GameSpot and even NOW it's only up to 63%. Just hope they ain't messin' with me too. If they are, I'm gonna throw a fucking bitch fit. Which reminds me. I need to find meds. Almost had an asthma attack early this morning at about three too. Ventolin for my lungs expired a while ago, and if I use it all I'd be inhaling is alcohol. Gnargh. . // prawninator | 00:23 + ~ "And I find it kinda funny, I find it kinda sad..." I was watching Donnie Darko this afternoon, and it made me think. What would I do if the survival of my family and close ones.. all depended on me? I don't know. Honestly. I'd probably just run away and cry; Call me a coward, but I don't think I'm the only one that'd do that. Run away and cry, I mean. I just can't shoulder that sort of responsibility. Maybe not now. They say people will learn in due time. Well... that time's not yet so there. But watching through, however... there weren't really twists in the movie. They all seemed to direct at this "Frank" character, whom, with Donnie's help and ultimate demise, helps a whole lot more people than I had originally imagined. The jet engine falling through a time-space vortex, it just suddenly all made sense. In a.. weird, dark and morbid way, of course. But it was all amazing; even the soundtrack, which was mostly low drones of notes seemed to fit the mood. I just don't know where Donnie went with the dead Gretchen at the end of the show. I think they went back through time and went back to their respective places in their lives. Donnie, in his bed when the jet engine crashed into his room. Oh my god.. his sinister smile. I've never seen anyone smile or speak as evilly as Donnie did. It was downright creepy, downright evil, but yet for some reason, there was a hint of foreboding too. Like he knew what he had to do. I watched it twice this afternoon. My eyes were just fixated on the screen. After years of hearing about the movie and listening to the end theme, Gary Jules' Mad World, I finally got the chance to watch it, no thanks to Chris who was the one who sent me the movie and pressed me to watch it. Think I'll probably watch it again tomorrow. Just because. "...the dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had" . // prawninator | 23:02 + ~ By popular demand, I shall write. Problem is, I don't know what to write about. Maybe about the fact that I'm down with the flu and everything. I'm suffering from a cough, indigestion, and a brother who wouldn't stop bugging me about the ten dollars I owe him. That just about sums up my life right now. Everything's so bloody mundane. The only thing I'm looking forward to is my trip to the USA. I'll be going to Virginia to visit Boland and Arizona to visit Chris. Hell, Mike (Sammael) might even drop by Virginia when I am, to visit Boland as well. He hasn't seen him for a while, and I haven't seen them ever. I was talking to Mike (Sammael again) over MSN voicechat and he was AWESOME on the guitar. He's just so modest though; never seeming to think he's as good as he sounds. But really, he's good. A little messy with Metallica's Master of Puppets, but good. I am SO not gonna play the guitar around him. I'd put myself to shame and deeper. I'm but a lowly rhythm guitarist that can't even play it properly. I think I'll stick to the piano. Speaking of which.. I haven't touched it in ages. I should, soon. "I've forgotten how to play the songs I used to know, because of the one you liked so much." One day, one day. . // prawninator | 18:46 + ~ I just thought I'd post this up, in all gamer girl nature, glory and stuff. I mean.. The sound isn't awesome and everything, but their enthusiasm and the sheer fact that they're enjoying their performance immensely just made me feel like singing in a choir again. Watch this video: CLICK ME! Enjoy. Because I sure as hell think you will. . // prawninator | 22:05 + ~ Note: This seemed a little more interesting than Zen Baseball Pitchers. Necrophilia among ducks ruffles research feathers Donald MacLeod Tuesday March 8, 2005 The strange case of the homosexual necrophiliac duck pushed out the boundaries of knowledge in a rather improbable way when it was recorded by Dutch researcher Kees Moeliker. It may have ruffled a few feathers, but it earned him the coveted Ig Nobel prize for biology awarded for improbable research, and next week he will be recounting his findings to UK audiences on the Ig Nobel tour. Ducks behave pretty badly, it seems. It is not so much that up to one in 10 of mallard couples are homosexual - no one would raise an eyebrow in the liberal Netherlands - but they regularly indulge in "attempted rape flights" when they pursue other ducks with a view to forcible mating. "Rape is a normal reproductive strategy in mallards," explains Mr Moeliker. As he recounts in his seminal paper, The first case of homosexual necrophilia in the mallard anas platyrhynchos, he was in his office in the Natuurmuseum Rotterdam, when he was alerted by a bang to the fact a bird had crashed into the glass facade of the building. "I went downstairs immediately to see if the window was damaged, and saw a drake mallard (anas platyrhynchos) lying motionless on its belly in the sand, two metres outside the facade. The unfortunate duck apparently had hit the building in full flight at a height of about three metres from the ground. Next to the obviously dead duck, another male mallard (in full adult plumage without any visible traces of moult) was present. He forcibly picked into the back, the base of the bill and mostly into the back of the head of the dead mallard for about two minutes, then mounted the corpse and started to copulate, with great force, almost continuously picking the side of the head. "Rather startled, I watched this scene from close quarters behind the window until 19.10 hours during which time (75 minutes) I made some photographs and the mallard almost continuously copulated his dead congener. He dismounted only twice, stayed near the dead duck and picked the neck and the side of the head before mounting again. The first break (at 18.29 hours) lasted three minutes and the second break (at 18.45 hours) lasted less than a minute. At 19.12 hours, I disturbed this cruel scene. The necrophilic mallard only reluctantly left his 'mate': when I had approached him to about five metres, he did not fly away but simply walked off a few metres, weakly uttering a series of two-note 'raeb-raeb' calls (the 'conversation-call' of Lorentz 1953). I secured the dead duck and left the museum at 19.25 hours. The mallard was still present at the site, calling 'raeb-raeb' and apparently looking for his victim (who, by then, was in the freezer)." Mr Moeliker suggests the pair were engaged in a rape flight attempt. "When one died the other one just went for it and didn't get any negative feedback - well, didn't get any feedback," he said. His findings have provoked a lot of interest - especially in Britain for some reason - but no other recorded cases of duck necrophilia. However, Mr Moeliker was informed of an American case involving a squirrel and a dead partner, although in this case it is not known whether the necrophilia observed was homosexual or not as the victim had been run over by a truck shortly before the incident. . // prawninator | 17:35 + ~ Alo, salut, sunt eu, un haiduc Si te rog, iubirea mea, primeste fericirea. Alo, alo, sunt eu, Picasso Ti-am dat beep si sunt voinic Dar sa stii, nu-ti cer nimic. Vrei sa pleci dar nu-ma, nu-ma iei Nu-ma, nu-ma iei, nu-ma, nu-ma, nu-ma iei Chipul tau si dragostea din tei Mi-amintesc de ochii tai. Te sun, sa-ti spun, ce simt, acum Alo, iubirea mea sunt eu, fericirea. Alo, alo, sunt iarasi eu, Picasso Ti-am dat beep si sunt voinic Dar sa stii, nu-ti cer nimic. Vrei sa pleci dar nu-ma, nu-ma iei Nu-ma, nu-ma iei, nu-ma, nu-ma, nu-ma iei Chipul tau si dragostea din tei Mi-amintesc de ochii tai. . // prawninator | 17:18 + ~ I got my pay! I'm a happy girl now. I mean, I'm still saving up for my trip so I'm still wearing the same old clothes and not leaving the house unnecessarily. Or if not otherwise by force. I'm glad to say that I've saved up quite a bit now, and with two more months to go, I'm going to have quite a comfortable trip. "You do realise that in two months we're going to be sitting in the same room playing video games right?"*sigh* I do realise, honestly I do. And I'm really looking forward to it. . // prawninator | 13:22 + ~ So I realised I haven't written here much. Basically I have nothing much to say. I don't rightly know. Ever since I started work I haven't really had the heart to write about anything in particular. I have so much to pour out, so much to confess, so much to say... ... but I don't want to. It'll break down whatever I've built for the later part of my life, and I'm not going to let that happen. Ever. If I have certain secrets, I'll take them to my grave. And it seems as though my grave is becoming an ever-growing reality to me. Ah well, I know. Morbid thoughts. What happened to the cheerful Perlin? God knows, only God knows. I turned twenty-one not long ago, and for some reason, I feel old. Not just older, old. I know I might live until I'm past fifty or sixty or whatever, but still. I feel as though the weight of the world and its emotions are on my shoulders, and trust me, my back aches from the weight of it all. I should stop here; I'm whining now. . // you know I love you, I always will.. don't play tricks on me... . // prawninator | 17:17 + ~ |
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