145 posts tagged “me”
I wrote a total of 2,239 fictive words today in the course of the last two hours, something that I expected would have drained me to the core, yet instead had provided me with enough endorphins to go to sleep now! Wow.
This is the most I've ever written at once. I think I might even be able to sustain this... give it some time.
Please, oh please, don't let this fall into disrepair.
I'm finally ready to work on a book again.
No plot hints, though, readers. I don't want to excite and I don't want to disappoint. I will, however leave you with one tiny clue. The title references this Soviet film.
This is one I'd like to see, though, even though there are no similarities between my current work and Mikhalkov's film at all, except for a slightly similar title.
Goodnight.
And yet I don't.
Word-Text-Communications has claimed its rightful place as #1 on the Google Search for "Amirul", confirming my place as the most famous Amirul IN ALL THE UNIVERSE (or Cyberverse, at least).
If you've been following this blog for a long time, you'll know that I actually already was the Most Famous Amirul before, but I slipped down the charts sometime in 2007, and had to live with being #4, then #8, then OFF THE PAGE. My old blog had replaced me, in those dark days. But now, karma strikes, and all you pretenders can just bow down to me, alright? Thank you.
I have defeated:
Amirul, the contestant on popular Malaysian reality TV show Akademi Fantasia;
Amirul, some preteen kid who owns http://www.amirul.com - who has my eternal hatred, for purchasing the rights to that before I did;
Amirul Rajiv, a Bangladeshi photographer;
National weightlifter Amirul Hamzan;
and more.
Oh, and I also killed off the alternate self of Amirul B Ruslan: who had lived three years on Blogdrive before switching to Vox.
Victory photo ensues:
Alright, so the photo looks more psychopathic than happy, but THAT'S THE ORGASMIC LOOK I GET WHEN I KILL OFF MY COMPETITORS AND GAIN SWEET, SWEET MONOPOLY.
Camwhores using my MacBook rejoice!
I have new photo effects for Photo Booth, nearly triple the original number, though this comes at the risk of slowing the damn thing down by a large margin. Here are some two shots I took, with the new effects.
Photo effect: "Trippy".
Photo effect: "Black & White TV".
I have photos and blogposts to place here at Word-Text-Communications, but I'm too sleepy and lazy and distracted. Patience, my loves, you shall see my usual deposits worth thousands of words tomorrow morning.
No class, so I think I'm going to stay home all Friday.
WE NEED TO TALK stop THIS HAS GONE ON TOO FAR stop ALRIGHT SEE YOU
These are the photos she personally refused to approve.
I'm so sorry I broke my promise, but come on, you've got to give me this little indulgence, yes, Samantha? (I know I'm courting her wrath her, but she's so cute when she's angry GAKKKKKK LET GO OF MY THROAT THANKS)
From the whole "Friday with Samantha" set. Captions as I see fit.
I present to you, a several-frame screenplay:
CONTINUOUS DIALOGUE: A SEVERAL-FRAME SCREENPLAY
with Amirul B Ruslan
with Samantha Chew
S: "Dude, what's wrong with your webcam?"
A: "Sorry, I'm just too busy with my drink."
S: "That was horribly unfunny."
A: "Why am I smiling then?"
A: "You're blurring the photo!"
S: "I don't care, I'm happy!"
S: "I didn't know you were so tall."
A: "I didn't know you had such short hair, and that you didn't look 18, and that you can't get people to let you in for Sex and the City."
S: "I'm not happy anymore after what you said."
A: "Okay, let me make you happier with my stupid expressions. How about this one? HNGGGGGGHH?"
S: "No."
A: "Oh shit."
S: "Okay, that was one funny expression."
A: "Thanks for the vote of confidence. But I still don't like my fingers."
S: "You've got okay fingers."
Actual quote.
S: "I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU NEVER TO PUT THESE ON THE INTERNET? IN ANY FORM OF PUBLICATION? I HATE YOU! HATE YOU! AND GOD KNOWS, I MAY NEVER EVER SEE YOU AGAIN NOW, BECAUSE I HATE YOU SO MUCH, YOU PUT MY NON-APPROVED PHOTOS ON THE INTERNET!!!"
A: "..."
I was asking for it, really.
Copied and pasted from a letter marked Epistulae ad Samantha XXXIII, dated 11:55PM on August 8, 2008.
How have you been? Our meeting last Friday was, sadly, dominated by my own constant storytelling, weak at places, but nevertheless purely self-indulgent. It was a great meeting; I enjoyed it thoroughly, from your constant haranguing me regarding your hair, to the nice lady who denied us Sex and The City (thank god!), to that bit where you accidentally kicked/stepped that woman in the cinema. The movie was pretty good too.
Hope these last seven days have been nice to you; I'm practicing writing you on this electronic medium - for when you're in the lands of Hong Kong so distant, this might be the only form of my voice you'll get.
I'll plan something for us, okay? Just say yes or something, and provide me no Kajang-based complications. I will not stand for complications! KL is an exciting city you must come to see some minor fraction of before you leave for good.
Know that you'll be missed.
(Why am I saying this like some sort of farewell letter?
The dramatic one)
-A
Okay, you want photos of last Friday, and I'll give some rough explanation if I can find the bother.
I want to illuminate myself into oblivion.
Samantha finds some part of my MacBook amusing. She's probably saying, "The last time we met you were dressed so horribly! Like a janitor!" Gee, Samantha, thanks for the vote of confidence.
I have to lean in, or else the Coffee Bean people will be like, "Hey you! Why aren't you drinking your Grande Pure Chocolate Ice Blended?!"
"Take that coat off, Amirul."
or
"Do you think I look like a Japanese freak in this hair?" No, for the last time, no, you do not look bad in that hair at all, even if it means nobody believes you're 18 (...Because you're not)
I don't know why it's such a necessity to ruin photos with these kinds of looks.
There's a very natural, sweet look on Samantha here, it reminds me of all things 2007. A distant, nicer era.
I really can't help looking serious here, I can't.
It was a bad expression day, okay? I used up all my Smile Points already, and am stuck with second-tier emotes, so blame my bad handling of my Smile Points.
Happy days.
My Fridays are really free, you know that? And so are my Thursdays.
I'm waiting for a meeting at 9am, and I feel so refreshed. I feel so fresh because I've been up and awake since 4am, and I've been on campus since 5.30am. It's an interesting change.
Hazel told me yesterday she was pissed because she had to come to college at about 3am in the morning today so she can stand in line to settle her PTPTN loan application. The booth/place/whatever itself opens at about 9am, so that meant she had to do no less than six hours of waiting. I decided to accompany her for the hell of it, make this an impromptu picnic, coming with food, entertainment (in the form of movies on my MacBook), and... GLOWSTICKS! In the end she said she wasn't going to bother coming in at 3am, considering the college gate opens at 5.30ish anyway.
Yeah, being in college at 5.30am and watching the dark night become daylight was quite fun. At first I thought she was joking when Hazel told me she had just arrived and there were a ton of people in front of her. My smirk was wiped off my face ten minutes later when I saw a queue so long it arched across the college hall (which, needless to have to say to my TARC readers in this midst, is a very large building). Hazel was sitting somewhere in the middle. Looks like some people may have actually camped over since 3am.
We watched Hard Candy at first, yawning intermittently, and as the minutes became hours and the sky changed from dark blue to light purple to increasingly bright orange, that movie finished and we quickly followed on with Ratatouille. Didn't get too far into Ratatouille, though. At about 8am the queue started moving and now she's in the college hall waiting for her number, but at least she came at 5.30 and is somewhere on the nicer half of the queue, where she doesn't have to pick a number like 54,701 while the reception lady calls out, "Number eleven!"
I'm no good at mind tricks, but I'm guessing her number has no more than four digits.
The latest game I'm playing: Phoenix Wright, Ace Attorney.
And it's real buckets of fun.
That's how it looks. It's a legal drama game thing, interestingly fun, and quite well done on the Nintendo DS platform. The second screen is where you work through checking personality profiles and the evidence supplied in court.
Phoenix, as a character, also has a rather awesome way of shouting in court. He goes, "HOLD IT!" and "OBJECTION!" And it's compelling. Sometimes, I feel like shouting it too. Come on, join in. "OBJECTION!"
That's right, never piss off an Ace Attorney.
"OBJECTION!"
