Why I share a blog with The Ruler

Someone just asked me this and I thought hey, why not just answer right away.

Curious?

“Owh, oh… HO! Shit”

I am finally free. After weeks and weeks of exams and revision, I can finally put it all behind me. Well, not really. But for a while at least. In the past few weeks, I thought of so many things I wanted to do, so many things I wanted to blog about, so many things I wanted to learn… But now, I just want to sit back and relax. To unwind and to untense my trapezius. It’s been hurting me pretty bad since yesterday when I had to carry 10kg worth of books to school in my backpack. And that’s an estimate. I wouldn’t be surprised if it weighed more. Believe me, that’s no exaggeration.

I finished my chemistry exam 30 minutes early and slept. Everyone was writing and that made me uneasy… But to hell with it. It was my last exam, and until August 20th, I don’t give a rat’s dick. Exam finished sometime around 10:23… I walked out of the hall and shouted at the top of my lungs. It felt good.

We had lunch and then watched ‘The Hangover’ at vue. I quite liked the movie. I was warned that there would be scenes I might not be comfortable with. So I was somewhat prepared. But not for what was in store at the end. A clear and loud “owh, oh~HO, shit” was heard thoroughout the cinema just before the credits were shown. I loved the character of Alan… He reminded all of us of Chang (aka Lulu) with his ‘best friends’ song. I also loved Phil and Mr. Chow – the gay chinese man. The way he said, “toodooloo mother fuckers~” had me laughing pretty loud for a looong while.

After that, Gazza and Emily took me with them to shop for their prom dresses. We somehow ended up in the lingerie section, where Gazza wondered how it would be shopping for lingerie with a male friend. I said that it would be very different “because once you ask him how it looks on you, he’d get an immediate ka-ching.” She began laughing and told me how I grew since the first day she met me. Gazza showed me these gel paded bras which I thought were pretty cool. I wanted to see how the gel was like inside, but couldn’t. And all my attempts at freeing the gel was pointless.

… Anyway, I really ought to rest for a while before I resume everything. But here’s something I randomly felt like doing. I found it on Cookie Monster’s blog and iMuslim’s: My fifty first hurrphs

Summer 09 anime, my toe nails and other things

… And like the recent seasons, there’s a fair share of big boobies, ecchi and bishoujos – the girls in Princess Lover! are rather pretty IMO, but they have those off-putting big melons. Tch.

Recently it feels as though most anime are aimed at men/boys. There’re hardly any anime with bishounen in them. Depresses me really. It’s for that reason fangirls -such as myself- resort to shitty, soppy, and oh-so-cliché manga stories.

Unlike the other seasons, this season also brings us some yuri. Brrgh.

What I definitely plan to watch:

- Spice and Wolf II: I’ve been waiting for this one for a loooong time. Since last winter, to be precise. And if the OVA was any indication, this season should have some ‘Kyuu~’ moments.

- Umineko no Naku Koro ni: It’s a mystery/horror anime. And the male protagonist is pretty cool. The female protagonist is a witch that reminds me of Saber from Fate/Stay Night. Definitely worth having a look.

- CANAAN: TYPE-MOON, need I say more?

- Umi Monogatari: There’s a mermaid-san, and it looks like some good romance. The female protagonist reminds me of Yumemi from Sora wo Miageru Shoujo no Hitomi ni Utsuru Sekai. I rather liked her.

Some I might give a try:

- Sora no Manimani: It’s probably the very few shoujo anime out there. But the art doesn’t seem like something that’ll tickle me where it really tickles.

- Bakemonogatari: I get the feeling that I’ll drop this, but it’s worth a try. It’s got a weightless female protagonist. Hmmh.

- Taishou Yakyuu Musume: Sports anime rock… But I don’t know how well this will turn out to be. The image on the poster seems as though it’s some kind of shoujo ai, but whatever.

- Tokyo Magnitue 8.0: Yet again, I feel as though I’ll be dropping this series after the first episode. It gives off a sci-fi/mecha feeling that I absolutely hate.

Even though Haruhi Suzumiya no Yuutsu II does not appear on the list, I’ll definitely be following that too.

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I’ve only recently started watching Katekyo Hitman Reborn… And I’m totally in love -though, I don’t know what exactly that feels like- With Yamamoto, Lambo and Reborn. I-pin even. I really like GokuderaxTsuna. Heh. IMO, they make a great pair. Just like HijikataxGintoki. Ohohohoho~HOHO.

I’ve only watched 15 episodes so far. And the shittiest episode in terms of comedy was episode 2. In terms of the drawing/art, episode 5 beats the rest. Some scenes from that episode make the cool Hibari look like a bee… And extremely ugly. Gokudera and Yamamoto’s hairstyles change dramatically throughout the episode. That’s simply retarded.

Still, it’s a rather funny anime. No where close to Gintama, of course, but much better than those romantic comedies. Perhaps on par with Skip Beat though.

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I’ve recently come across a few people offline and online who tend to call themselves ‘weird’. And yes, I have a problem with that. A problem the size of a big, fat donkey bum. One, if you think you’re weird, fix yourself so you’re no longer weird. Because ‘weird’ people have others giving them ‘weird’ looks. Two, ~if you’re weird and you say it, and you really want to show it, if you’re weird and you say it, you are gay ~ YOU ARE GAY~

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And after a whole year of growing my toe nails -I keep them clean, btw, clip them and file them- I finally slaughtered them yesterday afternoon. They grew so big, my shoe size went up by one. Each big toe nail grew bigger than an inch. I measured.

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It’s past 2 pm, Mum’s out, dad’s out, my siblings are at school… There’s no food and no one at home to make me food. I was hungry and went down to search for something to eat, only to find that the last edible thing -a croissant- went down my own oesophagus for breakfast. The only things that were labelled ‘eat me’  were: bread, egg & mayo sandwich filling and strawberry jam.

… And this, an egg&mayo with strawberry jam sandwich, was my lunch.

The sandwich was oishiii (i.e. delicious)~ Trust me. Try it someday, hmm?

F5 away,

- The Narcissist Ruler-

Ohohoho~ What a horribly horrible paper… Eat shit, dear examiners

… And I hope you’ll somehow be able to see sense in what I’m writing between all the happiness because The Ruler’s back to blogging -she isn’t really, but she will be for a few minutes-

The update on my exams:

Biology W2 – Paper was okay-ish. I did better than I thought I’d do. Did my best. But then again, my all year average on that paper was somewhere around 27%… which is an U.

Statistics S2 – That was the day I lost all my love for statistics. Everything that made sense, no longer made sense that day. Also, that was the first time ever in my life I’d panicked because I couldn’t do a question. I think in three words, I shat it.

Maths C3 – Now, this was a lovely paper. As far as I can tell, I did wonderful. According to my calculations, I should lose no more than 2 marks. But then again, I must take into consideration the fact that I did no maths whatsoever for 3 weeks prior to the exam. And I went into the exam with only one mock paper to revise from (simply because I had two dreaded chemistry units that afternoon).
If you’d followed this year’s Apprentice, you’ll remember Ben’s “making money is better than sex” quote. To me, completing a difficult math is better than making money. Which makes it better than sex. Ahahaha~

Chemistry C4 and C5 – I found myself praying, “God, please help me. I’m shitting myself”. And then I found myself thinking, “that’s no nice way to talk to God”. And then, I apologised.
What pisses me off now is the fact that I’d figured out the answer to a calculation, but thought it was wrong and never wrote it down. It turns out that I was right. Apparently, Iron can have an oxidation state of +6.

Biology Unit 4 + 5 – Had my unit 5 paper been a human or a whimpering animal, I don’t think I would’ve hesitated to mercilessly mutilate it. Unit 5 is supposed to be respiration/evolution/genetics… There were more plants than anything else. Even if the question was on genetics and/or evolution, it was on how plants did it. I hate plants, and I hate biofuel. The two big topics. Tch. I was hoping genetics came up, but it didn’t. Neither did sexual reproduction -which I’d revised for- *cough*

I only have 3 more exams left. Two biology and chemistry synoptics, and one  maths C4. The Ruler needs all thy du’as and wishing wells. Oh yeah, she does indeed.

-The Mighty Ruler-

My week at her Hell (The strong little girl that was bullied)

I remember her quite well. She didn’t speak a lot. Her skin was pale white and she had fiercy red, curly hair. Green, big eyes that looked thoughtful but also a bit scared. A very smart girl. Very kind and caring. She didn’t fit in, not appearance-wise nor with personality-wise. Why? I’ll tell you why. Because children people can be cruel. To be one of the team, you’re ought to be alike in someway. She was very different. Difference is seldomly accepted. It screams “danger”. It screams not “normal”; it is dangering the secure and familiar atmosphere. The “normal”, “natural” atmosphere; which is nothing but man-made. Created by us and not a pattern destinied not to be changed.

Peaking out of a cloud

I’ve joined Twitter, just to see what it’s like. Doesn’t look like something I’ll be active on but whatever, I’m there.

Been working for a while now, but guess what, I decided to leave the job! Why? To get five people a day was too much for me. It’s not that the job was not fun, it was, but when I remembered I actually must earn my money, meaning I should be able to get at least 3-5 people a day… No, thank you. A partner of mine left with me aswell, haha. The boss was upset but he understood after explaining.

So I am searching for a summerjob again, but I have doubts I’ll find any, but I’ll try and find, inshaAllah.

I should be sending my grades and a copy of my passport to the Uni in London which I was applying for, but still haven’t done it… (Those were the conditions). I hope my grades are enough, but I myself don’t have much faith in it, I knew since long I had messed up with some of my exams. But at least I’ve got plans what to do if I do NOT get in to London.

The weather is being mean to us. It’s not nice to spend the summer without sunshine, but with lots of clouds and greyness. Graaaah!

New and Twittering

So, after a long debate with myself on whether I should join twitter after my exams or if I should join it at all, I ended signing up last night. At 2:00 am. I was tired and sleepy and revising food science.

Now… What do I do next? I’m not particularly active on social networking sites. I am -somehwat- on facebook, but that’s about it. IMO, it’s too much effort, de?

Username: dgreatruler

Find me. Follow me.

-The Ruler-

Press F5, damn it

It’s been 2 years, 1 month, 21 days and 3 hours (roughly 762 days) since the birth of this blog. And we’ve finally hit 30 000 views. I thank you, my dear viewers, fellow blaghghghers, commentors, stalkers, spammers and blurkers. Do keep refreshing the page -be it the refresh button or F5, whatever tickles and makes you sneeze- I appreciate the increasing number of views just as much as any other blogger.

30 000 in 762 days = 37.37 (4SF) views per day… Not too bad, hmmh?

What worries me, though, is all the zeros in 30 000. How long is going to take to get rid of those? I’m not just saying this because I want you to help me get rid of them -well, I am acutally- but simply because I can’t stand the number zero. It’s round and fat and oogly. So press that F5 for me, will you? ^_^

Now for the things you don’t give a shit about…

The all time stats:

Men and women in marriage

My witcasm and skill at work:

First Day @ Work

Peace people!

Today I had my first day working for Amnesty International as an street-recruiter. The job is pretty tough, seriously. The way people just ignore you, or hearing a ‘No’ several times a day is not too easy.

Haha, to be honest, it was so funny! I see it lightly, a chance to talk to totalt strangers; I finally found an excuse! to do so! Mostly guys my age or older were talkable to me. And how some flirted. Which also was hilarious considering I’d never try to find someone potential through this work, or at all, non-Muslim, haha just hilarious. But oh well, what can one do. We were on the street for an half hour only, our first training. It went so fast, considering 30 minutes just walking usually for me do not just fly by like that. I didn’t get anyone to donate but I believe tomorrow I’m more confident and am able to find that connection with the people.

When I walked in the middle of the street, I saw from far a huge mass of people just splitting in two halfs; trying to avoid me. I felt like Moses and the Red Sea.