I has a cat.
I do.
I has had her for at least three weeks now.
So you see, I was walking back from a meeting with my storyboard supervisors one fine Saturday afternoon, script in one hand and KFC in another. Left the LRT station in Jelatek, trekked to a nearby bus stop to I could flag down an irate cab driver.
And what would come sauntering into the clearing but for a little kitten-chan? Now, she was a funny one. Didn't come yowling for food, or ran off, which are two top options for little cats. Her coat was a litle dirty sure, but this baby carried herself with pride. Not a stagger or a little hungry hop, but a leisurely saunter, like it didn't really matter to her that she was ekking out a living on scraps from the nearby mamak.
So what do I do? I put her on top of my books, give her some KFC and flagged down a taxi before she could scamper off to the main road. Sure, the guy wasn't very impressed with the extra passenger, but she was a nice girl.
Her name's Amy (Amadea), and boy was mom ever unimpressed, but I got to keep her.
She's rather plain-looking for a Felidae, but she makes up for it in lots of charm. Really.
She likes destroying things with feathers, playing Russian Roulette with my roomate's bad-tempered bunny and sleeping in my lap when I'm wearing her favorite denim skirt..
I'd picspam my little pretty baby, but that'll have to wait for next post and when I can hog the camera away from my roomate. XDXD
So yeah. Came home a day earlier since mom and dad were dragging us off to Port Dickson for the weekend. Attempting to install Maya on my mom's laptop so I don't get left behind and all.
About two weeks left before final presentation. Hopefully I'll make it.
Earlier, I had a completely random discussion with a friend over the portrayal of dogs in syndicated cartoon series. See, every other animal on god's green earth seems to have a badass portrayal on the small screen. All that is, except for dogs. Maybe it's Disney. Hell if I know, but lookie here...
CATS
MICE
DUCKS
VARIOUS SMALL WOODLAND ANIMALS
Aaaaannnnndddd.....
DOG
Funny, really. I mean, I know Road Rovers, but something attempting to take themselves seriously for once would be nice.
That said, damn do I miss the eighties and nineties. People jus don't make cartoons like these anymore.
I remember waking up Saturdays to catch Sonic SatAM, staying up late so I could find Carmen Sandiego, out of bed early every weekday so I could catch up with the next adventures of those Blasted Ducks.
And while we're at it, Gargoyles.
GARGOYLES.
If neither of you are aqquainted with that name, or that series for that matter, stop reading and catch a few episodes on Youtube.
One of the, if not THE best animated series to have every come out from any company, and judging from the competition back then, that's saying a LOT.
Disney struck gold with this baby. it's a pity they were foolish enough to abandon it because it couldn't fight in head-to-head ratings againts Power Rangers.
And while we're at it, more gems from my childhood...
Got me interested in Egyptian Mythology.
Got me on the right track with Geography.
JUST BECAUSE.
I shall forever miss you, childhood.
May you still live in the heart of millions.
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Briefing time.....
*FLASHES BRIEFS*
Didn't get to watch watchmen yesterday due to timeslots (the earliest one was at 5pm, which my dad would kill me over the curfew for. Dwah), so a close friend and I decided to go and watch Seven Pounds instead.
Now, he mentioned that watching Will Smith was always a treat, but I didn't realise just how true that was until we were done and walking off around two hours later.
Religeously, it's a bit of a dilemma, and it might be distressing to some, but don't listen to the critics. It's worth a watch and definitely worth more than that 10 bucks you have in your pocket.
Spent much of last night helping mom deisgn the new home out in maya. It was interesting to say the least.
I've also joined a Pokemon RPG site. Laughing are you? thought so. *harrumphs*
I'm going to meet the studios (KRU) in a bit, so wish me luck on that fellas. Apparently they have to discuss something urgently. I wonder what is is.
Will report back later today.
Random sketch of the day:
Her name's Rayne Hudson, and she's the chick I'll be RPing. Looks sorta like me now that I look at it. o.o
Random LOLwrestler of the day:
Didn't get to watch watchmen yesterday due to timeslots (the earliest one was at 5pm, which my dad would kill me over the curfew for. Dwah), so a close friend and I decided to go and watch Seven Pounds instead.
Now, he mentioned that watching Will Smith was always a treat, but I didn't realise just how true that was until we were done and walking off around two hours later.
Religeously, it's a bit of a dilemma, and it might be distressing to some, but don't listen to the critics. It's worth a watch and definitely worth more than that 10 bucks you have in your pocket.
Spent much of last night helping mom deisgn the new home out in maya. It was interesting to say the least.
I've also joined a Pokemon RPG site. Laughing are you? thought so. *harrumphs*
I'm going to meet the studios (KRU) in a bit, so wish me luck on that fellas. Apparently they have to discuss something urgently. I wonder what is is.
Will report back later today.
Random sketch of the day:
Her name's Rayne Hudson, and she's the chick I'll be RPing. Looks sorta like me now that I look at it. o.o
Random LOLwrestler of the day:
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
The allure of ProWrestling......
"Pro Wrestling: In Canada, it's a tradition. In Mexico, it's a religion. In Japan, it's a sport. In America... it's a joke."
So I found this quote on Wrestlecrap, and it got me thinking a little.
At least back to the days when my brother and I were waist-high to our parents, played Pokemon cards and though that Double Dragons was the coolest shit ever (Retro for the muthatruckin' win!)
He introduced me to the sport around then, at first of course, boys being boys he was attracted to the huge muscled man-gods settling fights in the ring with a referee to keep things 'fair'. Which is, honestly, what looks like the most obvious, outward reason for watching a spectacle a lot of other people see as white trailer trash.
So, is Wrestling honestly a joke?
And what makes a geeky, bespectacled, female bookworm look up to this often-maligned form of entertaintment?
Let's kick off things by getting a little into the history of Wrestling, shall we?
Wrestling is one of the oldest fighting forms in the world, dating all the way back to ancient Greece where oiled-up paticipants would pummel each other for sport. Of course, it came with a ground set of rules so they didn't up killing themselves, and if studied, one will realize how intricate and hard to pull off some of these 'fake' moves can be.
Wrestling has also appeared in Persian and Indian culture, as well as old Japan.
In America, the birthplace of 'Pro Wrestling', it first started out as a carnival attraction, with colorful characters beating the hell out of each other and people paying to see them do that and/or betting on the outcomes.
After some time, promoters realised something very quickly;
If they rigged the results, have certain things drafted out first and build up the rivalry, it actually became more interesting than an impromptu free-for-all.
And that turned into Kayfabe, or Scripted Wrestling.
(For those of you still out of the loop, yes. Wrestling is scripted. They even have scripts and writers)
So is Scripted Wrestling fake? Hardly. The moves still hurt, and many a time, the wrestlers prefer doing things on the fly or simply going out there with a small set of spots to give more energy to the whole preformance.
So it's real?
Only in the sense of moves. What isn't real is the personas of the said wrestler. Bad guys are scripted as bad guys, just like villians in movies. They do dastardly things according to what is written, sometimes weeks in advanced. The promoters gage the audience's reception to the preformer and drafts out Heels and Faces (Villians and Heroes) and storylines accordingly.
Many Heels are wonderful people in real life, and many more are best friends with their worst rivals in the ring.
Kayfabe/Scripted;
Versus real life;
Complicated isn't it?
So getting back to the point; What draws us to wrestling? What draws me to wrestling?
They say humankind is born with both a sense of kindess and a penchant for violence.
Like wolves, intelligent creatures who avidly watch an alpha male square off against a rival.
In old Roman times, the people had an outlet for this in their Colloseums, watching gladiator after gladiator fight against mounting odds, cheering for their favorites and allowing them to live after particularly good shows with a 'thumbs up'.
Pro Wrestling, one could say, is an evolved form that spectacle, only where opponents actually care about each other and their fates as villian or hero, not life is judged by the crowd's reaction to them.
Modern Pro Wrestling can't be considered a sport due to the outcomes being rigged, but what it is, is what it has been since forever; A spectacle, a form of entertaintment that is a mix of everything from romance...
To comedy....
To drama.....
Despite what others say, I believe it's an intelligent form of televised escapade, due to the idea of things not what they seem to be in the ring and outside. There's as much good writing as there is bad, there are politics, backstage cultures and subcultures, there's a science to how things are done.
It's a challenge to figure out how these people can manage to make what they do so believable to the audience. It's of an interest to learn of what goes on behind those dark curtains to put on yearly, one of the greatest shows on earth. It's mind-boggling to think about the days, the hours, the sweat and blood and tears these men put into a profession many join not for the money, because there's 1 in a 100 chance you're going to make it big, but because it's their childhood dream.
Because you should never let anyone tell you that you can't.
Ask Shawn Michaels, who knew he wanted to be a wrestler since he was 12, or Chris Jericho, who went to all four corners of the globe to hone his craft and was laughed at in his church when he said he was going to pursue this dream, or Randy Orton, whose father did everything he could to keep his son away from the bussiness.
The stories these men can tell about their lives and their paths outshine any that some rock gods or movie stars can spin.
And in the end, that's what really draws me, and possibly what really draws many others to the sport-entertainment-spectacle that is Pro Wrestling, the genius that are Vince McMahon and Paul Heyman among others, and the many legends that populate its rich tapestry;
Underneath all the lights and music and action and storylines, is the notion that yes, you can achieve anything you put your heart into with hard work and heart, yes, even though you don't have the right size, the right look, the right style, that you can be someone in your life, and that any normal man is capable of great things.
So stand up and be proud, Wrestling Fans, because even though our passion is looked down upon, scoffed at, belittled and mocked, we see the beauty of it that others can't.
Wrestling is not a joke. It's a beloved tradition to Canadians, a hallowed religeon to the Mexicans, a true and honored sport to the Japanese.
And to others that think otherwise....
Be Jealous.
So I found this quote on Wrestlecrap, and it got me thinking a little.
At least back to the days when my brother and I were waist-high to our parents, played Pokemon cards and though that Double Dragons was the coolest shit ever (Retro for the muthatruckin' win!)
He introduced me to the sport around then, at first of course, boys being boys he was attracted to the huge muscled man-gods settling fights in the ring with a referee to keep things 'fair'. Which is, honestly, what looks like the most obvious, outward reason for watching a spectacle a lot of other people see as white trailer trash.
So, is Wrestling honestly a joke?
And what makes a geeky, bespectacled, female bookworm look up to this often-maligned form of entertaintment?
Let's kick off things by getting a little into the history of Wrestling, shall we?
Wrestling is one of the oldest fighting forms in the world, dating all the way back to ancient Greece where oiled-up paticipants would pummel each other for sport. Of course, it came with a ground set of rules so they didn't up killing themselves, and if studied, one will realize how intricate and hard to pull off some of these 'fake' moves can be.
Wrestling has also appeared in Persian and Indian culture, as well as old Japan.
In America, the birthplace of 'Pro Wrestling', it first started out as a carnival attraction, with colorful characters beating the hell out of each other and people paying to see them do that and/or betting on the outcomes.
After some time, promoters realised something very quickly;
If they rigged the results, have certain things drafted out first and build up the rivalry, it actually became more interesting than an impromptu free-for-all.
And that turned into Kayfabe, or Scripted Wrestling.
(For those of you still out of the loop, yes. Wrestling is scripted. They even have scripts and writers)
So is Scripted Wrestling fake? Hardly. The moves still hurt, and many a time, the wrestlers prefer doing things on the fly or simply going out there with a small set of spots to give more energy to the whole preformance.
So it's real?
Only in the sense of moves. What isn't real is the personas of the said wrestler. Bad guys are scripted as bad guys, just like villians in movies. They do dastardly things according to what is written, sometimes weeks in advanced. The promoters gage the audience's reception to the preformer and drafts out Heels and Faces (Villians and Heroes) and storylines accordingly.
Many Heels are wonderful people in real life, and many more are best friends with their worst rivals in the ring.
Kayfabe/Scripted;
Versus real life;
Complicated isn't it?
So getting back to the point; What draws us to wrestling? What draws me to wrestling?
They say humankind is born with both a sense of kindess and a penchant for violence.
Like wolves, intelligent creatures who avidly watch an alpha male square off against a rival.
In old Roman times, the people had an outlet for this in their Colloseums, watching gladiator after gladiator fight against mounting odds, cheering for their favorites and allowing them to live after particularly good shows with a 'thumbs up'.
Pro Wrestling, one could say, is an evolved form that spectacle, only where opponents actually care about each other and their fates as villian or hero, not life is judged by the crowd's reaction to them.
Modern Pro Wrestling can't be considered a sport due to the outcomes being rigged, but what it is, is what it has been since forever; A spectacle, a form of entertaintment that is a mix of everything from romance...
To comedy....
To drama.....
Despite what others say, I believe it's an intelligent form of televised escapade, due to the idea of things not what they seem to be in the ring and outside. There's as much good writing as there is bad, there are politics, backstage cultures and subcultures, there's a science to how things are done.
It's a challenge to figure out how these people can manage to make what they do so believable to the audience. It's of an interest to learn of what goes on behind those dark curtains to put on yearly, one of the greatest shows on earth. It's mind-boggling to think about the days, the hours, the sweat and blood and tears these men put into a profession many join not for the money, because there's 1 in a 100 chance you're going to make it big, but because it's their childhood dream.
Because you should never let anyone tell you that you can't.
Ask Shawn Michaels, who knew he wanted to be a wrestler since he was 12, or Chris Jericho, who went to all four corners of the globe to hone his craft and was laughed at in his church when he said he was going to pursue this dream, or Randy Orton, whose father did everything he could to keep his son away from the bussiness.
The stories these men can tell about their lives and their paths outshine any that some rock gods or movie stars can spin.
And in the end, that's what really draws me, and possibly what really draws many others to the sport-entertainment-spectacle that is Pro Wrestling, the genius that are Vince McMahon and Paul Heyman among others, and the many legends that populate its rich tapestry;
Underneath all the lights and music and action and storylines, is the notion that yes, you can achieve anything you put your heart into with hard work and heart, yes, even though you don't have the right size, the right look, the right style, that you can be someone in your life, and that any normal man is capable of great things.
So stand up and be proud, Wrestling Fans, because even though our passion is looked down upon, scoffed at, belittled and mocked, we see the beauty of it that others can't.
Wrestling is not a joke. It's a beloved tradition to Canadians, a hallowed religeon to the Mexicans, a true and honored sport to the Japanese.
And to others that think otherwise....
Be Jealous.
Hectic Schedule is Hectic.....
So, a bit of a new look for the old blog. Hahaha......
Up there is Mousegirl, my usual mode of self-expression. Yes, she's happy to see you. No, that isn't blood. And no. Pants are for wussies.
A lot has been happening lately, most obvious being my more hectic schedule (What with the amount of updates on this little scrapper? Really?). But I'm best when I'm busy, so that's good.
First things first, here's hoping I'll finally pass FA this semester, and here's the little bastard who's going to help me do it.
His name is Raimundo. He's based off Rey Mysterio, and if anyone makes fun about his height, better order that tombstone now, mates.
Hopefully he won't be too hard to animate. I'm rather hopeless with 3D as it is.
I'm also currently working on a project for KRU Studios, a local production house. There's this movie that's coming out in 2010 see?
http://www.thefilmcatalogue.com/catalog/FilmDetail.php?id=7356
And my job is to do the storyboards for the whole film.
All 3000 plus frames of it.
Carpal Tunnel Syndrome, here I come.
It's an awesome project nonetheless, and I'm proud to be a part of it.
I meet them on Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays every week to discuss upcoming scenes.
I'm getting paid roughly Rm4 per frame, but any money is good money in this economic climate.
To my local buddies, make sure you guys catch it once it comes out eh?
Shameless shilling is good. I'll probably put up some sketches of the main characters soon, so keep an eye out for them.
I've also been dabbling a bit in photomanpulation, the result which are my babies as seen below...
Had a LOT of fun working on this lot. I'll probably put up more soon.
My brother brought back a Watchmen comic the past week, and I'm going to see the movie tommorrow, so I'm curious to see how loyal the onscreen adaptation really is. Regardless, it's sure to kick ass.
Random sketch of the day:
A friend of mine was complaining online that her dragon character could never look feminine and that most lizards were very hard to feminize.
I respectfully disagreed after seven minutes with a tablet pen. =)
LOLWrestlers pic of the day;
And now I shall continue my artistic (my ass) endevours.
Over and out fellas.....=D
Up there is Mousegirl, my usual mode of self-expression. Yes, she's happy to see you. No, that isn't blood. And no. Pants are for wussies.
A lot has been happening lately, most obvious being my more hectic schedule (What with the amount of updates on this little scrapper? Really?). But I'm best when I'm busy, so that's good.
First things first, here's hoping I'll finally pass FA this semester, and here's the little bastard who's going to help me do it.
His name is Raimundo. He's based off Rey Mysterio, and if anyone makes fun about his height, better order that tombstone now, mates.
Hopefully he won't be too hard to animate. I'm rather hopeless with 3D as it is.
I'm also currently working on a project for KRU Studios, a local production house. There's this movie that's coming out in 2010 see?
http://www.thefilmcatalogue.com/catalog/FilmDetail.php?id=7356
And my job is to do the storyboards for the whole film.
All 3000 plus frames of it.
Carpal Tunnel Syndrome, here I come.
It's an awesome project nonetheless, and I'm proud to be a part of it.
I meet them on Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays every week to discuss upcoming scenes.
I'm getting paid roughly Rm4 per frame, but any money is good money in this economic climate.
To my local buddies, make sure you guys catch it once it comes out eh?
Shameless shilling is good. I'll probably put up some sketches of the main characters soon, so keep an eye out for them.
I've also been dabbling a bit in photomanpulation, the result which are my babies as seen below...
Had a LOT of fun working on this lot. I'll probably put up more soon.
My brother brought back a Watchmen comic the past week, and I'm going to see the movie tommorrow, so I'm curious to see how loyal the onscreen adaptation really is. Regardless, it's sure to kick ass.
Random sketch of the day:
A friend of mine was complaining online that her dragon character could never look feminine and that most lizards were very hard to feminize.
I respectfully disagreed after seven minutes with a tablet pen. =)
LOLWrestlers pic of the day;
And now I shall continue my artistic (my ass) endevours.
Over and out fellas.....=D
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
A little New Year's madness...
Me being bored on New Year's, and working.
I present to y'all what happens when I get too bored with RPing; Instant Messaging...IS JERICHO!!!
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[SexyBeast] Hey
[WholeDamShow] What up dude?
[SexyBeast] Nothing. Bout to board another Delta Flight. Pray my tights don't go missing again?
[WholeDamShow] Wouldn't bet a nickel on it. :P
[SexyBeast] You bastard.
[WholeDamShow] Stats?
[SexyBeast] Be there in two hours if I pass customs with no strip search.
[WholeDamShow] OK. Correct me if I'm wrong. But aren't you a little earlier than usual hauling your ass to work?
[SexyBeast] I was hoping to see Boss before we hit ring ropes man. Gimme a little credit here.
[WholeDamShow] Who are you n what have you done with my friend. D8
[SexyBeast] Fuck off Rob.
[WholeDamShow] Can't touch this. Haha.
[SexyBeast] Fine. Won't tell you where I stashed your weed.
[WholeDamShow] .........
[SexyBeast] That's more like it.
Clicking off the phone, Chris smiled to himself a little as he stretched out on one of the vacant seats in the bustling airport lounge.
He couldn't help but wince though, when his back went a little futher off and retaliated with the smallest of snaps.
Evidently he had yet to fully heal from last Sunday's slobberknocker of a match, as JR would have called it.
Though he had come up the better man againts three others, he had to admit---The call was close. It could have been anyone. And each fighter had proven their worth within that structure of mesh and unforgiving steel both.
It was worth the bumps though, when all had ended, when the lights were dimmed and the ring dismantled, when all the fans had left the arena and those involved in the Cell had indulged in a post-match beer.
He had made his way home, sore and bruised to be welcomed with open arms, and that in itself seemed to take the pain away for the moment.
Chris let his hand fall to the side of the chair, where his carry-on baggage silently sat.
Still there, he thought to himself relievedly as he picked it up and finally made his way towards the security checkpoint.
He waited for that question to pop; the one that almost every colleague of his carrying gold would go through----
Wait.
The official gave him the oddest of looks, gesturing him to pass through and hurry the hell up with it.
"But..."
"Son, get a move-on. We haven't got all day now, have we?"
Weird.
A curt nod in reply, he took the bag as ordered and sat down on a bench nearby just so he could inspect what Jessica had helped him pack along.
He was sure he saw her put it in...but..
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"Sweetheart, no running in the hallways now!"
The gentle chiding came, though the boy it was directed to seemed to not have cared all the same.
Jessica had to chuckle a bit at her son's sudden enthusiasm for school whereas most days it was a chore just to drag young Ash out of bed for breakfast.
"Can we go now, can we?"
He piped up excitedly, backpack ready and raring to go.
"We have Show-and-Tell today. It's gonna be so cool!"
"Oh? And what have you brought along for it, I wonder?"
Ash heard his mother enquire with a raised eyebrow as she readied one of his twin sisters for the usual morning ride.
"I borrowed it from Daddy."
Came the proud answer, as he struggled a little to handle his school bag.
It seemed heavier than usual. Homework?
"It's a secret."
"Secret?"
Jessica repeated with a small laugh--both gurgling twins in hand as she took the car keys from atop the living room table and gestured for her eldest son to come along.
"Well now, you'll tell me all about it when you come home, won't you?"
"Yes Mommy."
The boy replied dutifully, a little smile playing on his lips as the small family headed for the car.
"You know I will."
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[WholeDamShow] LOL WHUT?
[SexyBeast] It's not with me. It's not fucking with me. I can't believe this crap!
[WholeDamShow] First ever winner of the WWFR forgets his championship belt come the RAW after.
[WholeDamShow] This is MADE OF EPIC.
[SexyBeast] You're not helping.
[WholeDamShow] Srry. Too busy ROFLing all over the musty carpet of our new hotel room. Didja try backtracking?
[SexyBeast] I swear, I know I saw her pack it in.
[Sexy Beast] And no one's gotten their hands on the bag while I was in the airport
[WholeDamShow] Where u nao?
[SexyBeast] Heading home. Gotta be there somewhere, I swear. Cabbie playing La Bamba at full volume
[SexyBeast] Resisting urge to strangle
[WholeDamShow] Good idea. Don't need to add assault and battery to your press of charges this early in the morning.
[SexyBeast] If Shane finds out about this, I'm scr
*** MoneyOnTheMac (ShaneO@202.154.72.136) has signed in
[MoneyOnTheMac] Find out what boys?
[SexyBeast] Nothing
[WholeDamShow] Nothing
[MoneyOnTheMac] I see what you did there >3
[MoneyOnTheMac] Chris you do know I can backtrack messages rite?
[SexyBeast] .........
[WholeDamShow] ....... Delicious cake
[SexyBeast]......you put this up to him, didn't you Rob?
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"What are you doing back here, Chris?"
She enquired, puzzled at the sudden appearance of her husband back home.
"I though the flight takes off in half an hour?"
He looked flustered to say the least, as Jessica went to place the twins in their living room playpen before returning to his side.
"I...just..."
Chris stammered, not sure how to approach the subject without inciting so much as an uproar from his better half.
Whatever it was looking for, it wasn't here.
He'd searched every room, nook and cranny.
Where else could the thing be?
"Y'know...forgot something, sweetheart. No big deal."
Jessica quirked a grin at that, ruffling his made-up hair.
"Never change, do you?"
She let out a little sigh at one of her husband's many idiosyncracies, before making a move for the kitchen.
"Well, whatever it is, you better find it quick. I'll drive you to the airport."
"Where's Ash?"
"School of course. You know, I'm really worried about the amount of homework they're giving the kids there. It's crazy."
"What makes you say that?"
"Oh, you should have seen him straining that backpack today. They're really piling it on, you know? I mean, it looks like it weighed at least ten pounds...."
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[WholeDamShow] MOAR PLZ?
[SexyBeast] You're totally enjoying this, aren't you?
[WholeDamShow] What makes you say that? brb
[SexyBeast] Where the hell you think you're going?
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*** ShockJock (JHardy@124.256.63.115) has signed in
*** Le_Animale (DJBautista@165.289.81.222) has signed in
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[SexyBeast] ROB!!!!!!!!!!!!!
[ShockJock] So um.... I herd some things =3
[SexyBeast] Look Ima gonna get it back, awright? It's just w/my kid.
[LegendKillah] What, you mean the Mudkipz?
[BrahmaBull] The belt, n00b.
[LegendKillah] oh =(
[MoneyOnTheMac] You better hope you get it back, Irvine.
[MoneyOnTheMac] Do you have any idea how much that's gonna cost from your paycheck and in quarter dollar rolls?
[SexyBeast] I shudder to fucking think.
[ShockJock] So lets go back to the start
[BrahmaBull] How the blue hell could you not have noticed ten pounds of gold missing from ur bag?
[LegendKillah] Had a Helen Keller moment or sumthin?
[SexyBeast] Like I said, it was with me before I left.
[SexyBeast] The missus helped me pack...you know what that's like, right?
[WholeDamShow] And somewhere along the line little bitty Ash decides to snag daddy's belt for a little Show-And-Tell at school, aha?
[SexyBeast] There you are, you little faggot. Ima f'kin murder you when I get there, ya?
* WholeDamShow was kicked by SexyBeast
[HulkamaniaWild] I smell Epic, brothas. Can you?
[BrahmaBull] Indeed the Rock does smell the Epic.
[BrahmaBull] And he wants to see the lulz firsthand
[BrahmaBull] Jabroni, get the videocam working on your Sony Ericsson!
[SexyBeast] Wait3 guys. WTF do you mean, Rob?
[SexyBeast] He's just gonna show off to a few rats on the jungle gym, right?
[MoneyOnTheMac] Chris, think it over
[Le_Animale] Yeah. You figure any day some kid's gonna lug ten extra pounds of crap in his little bagpack is gonna be a big day for him
[SexyBeast] ................Fuck.
[ShockJock] O RLY?
[Le_Animale] YA RLY
[LegendKillah] And with that I conclude that this convo has reached a new height of awesome.
[HulkamaniaWild] A winner is you
[SexyBeast] Remind me again why I hang around you guys
[WholeDamShow] Because you love us that much?
[Le_Animale] I beg to differ
[SexyBeast] That bit right there is the only part of this convo making sense, you know?
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The children were restless, to say the least.
Feet tapping.
Pencil-chewing.
The occasional paper plane flitting through the air bearing some secret messages between neighboring desks
Little Ash Irvine sat in his lonesome in one of the back seats, doodling nondescriptly over the pages of his grammar text.
The minutes felt like hours, for some reason, and he couldn't wait for the second session to pass by.
He wondered vaguely if his father was in the plane now, thirty thousand feet in the air off to whatever destination that called him.
Not that the boy enjoyed having his dad only return two or three days a week to see him, but it had become too much a norm for either side to complain.
Mom was the one who picked him up from school, made sure he finished his homework, reprimanded him on report card grades...
"Alright students, settle down now."
The young teacher ordered, tapping a ruler impatiently upon the side of a blackboard.
"Does anyone know what time it is?"
The din was deafening to those who could hear it, unified shrieks of youngsters proclaiming
"SHOW AND TELL!!!!!!"
The tutor, somewhere in her late twenties and still having to get used to such rambunctiousness flinched a bit at the auditory assault before nodding vigorously.
"Now, who would like to go first?"
A couple of hands were raised but Ash made his move quickly, dragging the backpack he had brought along to the front of the class.
He could hear a few snickers of certain classmates behind him, face reddening for a moment before he had half a mind to simply drop the matter.
"Ah, Mr.Irvine."
Acknowledged the teacher as she looked up his name from a list on a board she held.
"Very well. And what might you have to show to the class today?"
"One of his stupid toys probably."
A surly voiced piped up from the back of the class.
"It's not stupid, and it's not a toy."
The child retorted heatedly, striving to pull out whatever it was in the bag.
All ten pounds of it.
How his father managed to tote the thing back and forth on shows, he had no idea, but the moment he presented it to the class, it had the effect on his friends that he hoped it would have.
They were dumbfounded.
Awestruck.
One up front almost fell over in her eagerness to behold the object.
"This belongs to my dad."
Ash began his presentation cheerfully, clunking the heavy thing onto a table so he could rest his little arms.
"Liar"
The same voice piped up from the back as Ash racked his mind thinking of a retort.
Just as he did so, the door to the room flung open as a man flew to his side, breathing heavily.
The boy was more than a little surprised to see his father there and Chris, as though having just realized where the hell he was slowly turned to face forty pairs of unblinking eyes each with the look of Christmas having come early this year.
"This is my dad."
Ash continued, handing the belt to his father who stood awkwardly in the center of the front row.
"He's the World Champion."
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[WholeDamShow] JESUS CHRIST IT'S A LIONHEART GET IN THE CAR!!!
[BrahmaBull] Lid it, Pothead.
[SexyBeast] Riddle me this, gentlemen. How many classes of screaming children will it take to attain enough decibles to kill a rat?
[ShockJock] One. Yours.
[LegendKillah] LOL. PWNED
[BrahmaBull] Did you get the video, Jabroni?
[SexyBeast] I appreciate the concern
[WholeDamShow] I think that's a yes
[BrahmaBull] The Rock thanks you for that
[MoneyOnTheMac] And how long did it take you to clear the elementary tide?
[SexyBeast] Two Hours, seventeen minutes and sixteen seconds
[SexyBeast] Missed the 7:40am flight. Boarding the 10:30 one now
[Le_Animale] So much for getting an early move on things. =)
[SexyBeast] Don't start with me, man.
[MoneyOnTheMac] Get your @$$ here in the next three hours and I'll forget this ever happened.
[ShockJock] NOOOOOOO
[LegendKillah] WRYYYYYYYYYY????
[HulkamaniaWild] Oh Brother
[MoneyOnTheMac] I'm doing bussiness here, cut me some slack, you hacks
[SexyBeast] Appreciate the thought
[SexyBeast] Call you when I get there
[MoneyOnTheMac] Right
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[WholeDamShow] I made copies
[BrahmaBull] videos
[Hulkamania] Oh look. On the front page of Yahoo
[LegendKillah] Im in yur lockers, posting up picturez....
[SexyBeast] You all suck Dick =_=
I present to y'all what happens when I get too bored with RPing; Instant Messaging...IS JERICHO!!!
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[SexyBeast] Hey
[WholeDamShow] What up dude?
[SexyBeast] Nothing. Bout to board another Delta Flight. Pray my tights don't go missing again?
[WholeDamShow] Wouldn't bet a nickel on it. :P
[SexyBeast] You bastard.
[WholeDamShow] Stats?
[SexyBeast] Be there in two hours if I pass customs with no strip search.
[WholeDamShow] OK. Correct me if I'm wrong. But aren't you a little earlier than usual hauling your ass to work?
[SexyBeast] I was hoping to see Boss before we hit ring ropes man. Gimme a little credit here.
[WholeDamShow] Who are you n what have you done with my friend. D8
[SexyBeast] Fuck off Rob.
[WholeDamShow] Can't touch this. Haha.
[SexyBeast] Fine. Won't tell you where I stashed your weed.
[WholeDamShow] .........
[SexyBeast] That's more like it.
Clicking off the phone, Chris smiled to himself a little as he stretched out on one of the vacant seats in the bustling airport lounge.
He couldn't help but wince though, when his back went a little futher off and retaliated with the smallest of snaps.
Evidently he had yet to fully heal from last Sunday's slobberknocker of a match, as JR would have called it.
Though he had come up the better man againts three others, he had to admit---The call was close. It could have been anyone. And each fighter had proven their worth within that structure of mesh and unforgiving steel both.
It was worth the bumps though, when all had ended, when the lights were dimmed and the ring dismantled, when all the fans had left the arena and those involved in the Cell had indulged in a post-match beer.
He had made his way home, sore and bruised to be welcomed with open arms, and that in itself seemed to take the pain away for the moment.
Chris let his hand fall to the side of the chair, where his carry-on baggage silently sat.
Still there, he thought to himself relievedly as he picked it up and finally made his way towards the security checkpoint.
He waited for that question to pop; the one that almost every colleague of his carrying gold would go through----
Wait.
The official gave him the oddest of looks, gesturing him to pass through and hurry the hell up with it.
"But..."
"Son, get a move-on. We haven't got all day now, have we?"
Weird.
A curt nod in reply, he took the bag as ordered and sat down on a bench nearby just so he could inspect what Jessica had helped him pack along.
He was sure he saw her put it in...but..
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"Sweetheart, no running in the hallways now!"
The gentle chiding came, though the boy it was directed to seemed to not have cared all the same.
Jessica had to chuckle a bit at her son's sudden enthusiasm for school whereas most days it was a chore just to drag young Ash out of bed for breakfast.
"Can we go now, can we?"
He piped up excitedly, backpack ready and raring to go.
"We have Show-and-Tell today. It's gonna be so cool!"
"Oh? And what have you brought along for it, I wonder?"
Ash heard his mother enquire with a raised eyebrow as she readied one of his twin sisters for the usual morning ride.
"I borrowed it from Daddy."
Came the proud answer, as he struggled a little to handle his school bag.
It seemed heavier than usual. Homework?
"It's a secret."
"Secret?"
Jessica repeated with a small laugh--both gurgling twins in hand as she took the car keys from atop the living room table and gestured for her eldest son to come along.
"Well now, you'll tell me all about it when you come home, won't you?"
"Yes Mommy."
The boy replied dutifully, a little smile playing on his lips as the small family headed for the car.
"You know I will."
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[WholeDamShow] LOL WHUT?
[SexyBeast] It's not with me. It's not fucking with me. I can't believe this crap!
[WholeDamShow] First ever winner of the WWFR forgets his championship belt come the RAW after.
[WholeDamShow] This is MADE OF EPIC.
[SexyBeast] You're not helping.
[WholeDamShow] Srry. Too busy ROFLing all over the musty carpet of our new hotel room. Didja try backtracking?
[SexyBeast] I swear, I know I saw her pack it in.
[Sexy Beast] And no one's gotten their hands on the bag while I was in the airport
[WholeDamShow] Where u nao?
[SexyBeast] Heading home. Gotta be there somewhere, I swear. Cabbie playing La Bamba at full volume
[SexyBeast] Resisting urge to strangle
[WholeDamShow] Good idea. Don't need to add assault and battery to your press of charges this early in the morning.
[SexyBeast] If Shane finds out about this, I'm scr
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[MoneyOnTheMac] Find out what boys?
[SexyBeast] Nothing
[WholeDamShow] Nothing
[MoneyOnTheMac] I see what you did there >3
[MoneyOnTheMac] Chris you do know I can backtrack messages rite?
[SexyBeast] .........
[WholeDamShow] ....... Delicious cake
[SexyBeast]......you put this up to him, didn't you Rob?
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"What are you doing back here, Chris?"
She enquired, puzzled at the sudden appearance of her husband back home.
"I though the flight takes off in half an hour?"
He looked flustered to say the least, as Jessica went to place the twins in their living room playpen before returning to his side.
"I...just..."
Chris stammered, not sure how to approach the subject without inciting so much as an uproar from his better half.
Whatever it was looking for, it wasn't here.
He'd searched every room, nook and cranny.
Where else could the thing be?
"Y'know...forgot something, sweetheart. No big deal."
Jessica quirked a grin at that, ruffling his made-up hair.
"Never change, do you?"
She let out a little sigh at one of her husband's many idiosyncracies, before making a move for the kitchen.
"Well, whatever it is, you better find it quick. I'll drive you to the airport."
"Where's Ash?"
"School of course. You know, I'm really worried about the amount of homework they're giving the kids there. It's crazy."
"What makes you say that?"
"Oh, you should have seen him straining that backpack today. They're really piling it on, you know? I mean, it looks like it weighed at least ten pounds...."
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[WholeDamShow] MOAR PLZ?
[SexyBeast] You're totally enjoying this, aren't you?
[WholeDamShow] What makes you say that? brb
[SexyBeast] Where the hell you think you're going?
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[SexyBeast] ROB!!!!!!!!!!!!!
[ShockJock] So um.... I herd some things =3
[SexyBeast] Look Ima gonna get it back, awright? It's just w/my kid.
[LegendKillah] What, you mean the Mudkipz?
[BrahmaBull] The belt, n00b.
[LegendKillah] oh =(
[MoneyOnTheMac] You better hope you get it back, Irvine.
[MoneyOnTheMac] Do you have any idea how much that's gonna cost from your paycheck and in quarter dollar rolls?
[SexyBeast] I shudder to fucking think.
[ShockJock] So lets go back to the start
[BrahmaBull] How the blue hell could you not have noticed ten pounds of gold missing from ur bag?
[LegendKillah] Had a Helen Keller moment or sumthin?
[SexyBeast] Like I said, it was with me before I left.
[SexyBeast] The missus helped me pack...you know what that's like, right?
[WholeDamShow] And somewhere along the line little bitty Ash decides to snag daddy's belt for a little Show-And-Tell at school, aha?
[SexyBeast] There you are, you little faggot. Ima f'kin murder you when I get there, ya?
* WholeDamShow was kicked by SexyBeast
[HulkamaniaWild] I smell Epic, brothas. Can you?
[BrahmaBull] Indeed the Rock does smell the Epic.
[BrahmaBull] And he wants to see the lulz firsthand
[BrahmaBull] Jabroni, get the videocam working on your Sony Ericsson!
[SexyBeast] Wait3 guys. WTF do you mean, Rob?
[SexyBeast] He's just gonna show off to a few rats on the jungle gym, right?
[MoneyOnTheMac] Chris, think it over
[Le_Animale] Yeah. You figure any day some kid's gonna lug ten extra pounds of crap in his little bagpack is gonna be a big day for him
[SexyBeast] ................Fuck.
[ShockJock] O RLY?
[Le_Animale] YA RLY
[LegendKillah] And with that I conclude that this convo has reached a new height of awesome.
[HulkamaniaWild] A winner is you
[SexyBeast] Remind me again why I hang around you guys
[WholeDamShow] Because you love us that much?
[Le_Animale] I beg to differ
[SexyBeast] That bit right there is the only part of this convo making sense, you know?
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The children were restless, to say the least.
Feet tapping.
Pencil-chewing.
The occasional paper plane flitting through the air bearing some secret messages between neighboring desks
Little Ash Irvine sat in his lonesome in one of the back seats, doodling nondescriptly over the pages of his grammar text.
The minutes felt like hours, for some reason, and he couldn't wait for the second session to pass by.
He wondered vaguely if his father was in the plane now, thirty thousand feet in the air off to whatever destination that called him.
Not that the boy enjoyed having his dad only return two or three days a week to see him, but it had become too much a norm for either side to complain.
Mom was the one who picked him up from school, made sure he finished his homework, reprimanded him on report card grades...
"Alright students, settle down now."
The young teacher ordered, tapping a ruler impatiently upon the side of a blackboard.
"Does anyone know what time it is?"
The din was deafening to those who could hear it, unified shrieks of youngsters proclaiming
"SHOW AND TELL!!!!!!"
The tutor, somewhere in her late twenties and still having to get used to such rambunctiousness flinched a bit at the auditory assault before nodding vigorously.
"Now, who would like to go first?"
A couple of hands were raised but Ash made his move quickly, dragging the backpack he had brought along to the front of the class.
He could hear a few snickers of certain classmates behind him, face reddening for a moment before he had half a mind to simply drop the matter.
"Ah, Mr.Irvine."
Acknowledged the teacher as she looked up his name from a list on a board she held.
"Very well. And what might you have to show to the class today?"
"One of his stupid toys probably."
A surly voiced piped up from the back of the class.
"It's not stupid, and it's not a toy."
The child retorted heatedly, striving to pull out whatever it was in the bag.
All ten pounds of it.
How his father managed to tote the thing back and forth on shows, he had no idea, but the moment he presented it to the class, it had the effect on his friends that he hoped it would have.
They were dumbfounded.
Awestruck.
One up front almost fell over in her eagerness to behold the object.
"This belongs to my dad."
Ash began his presentation cheerfully, clunking the heavy thing onto a table so he could rest his little arms.
"Liar"
The same voice piped up from the back as Ash racked his mind thinking of a retort.
Just as he did so, the door to the room flung open as a man flew to his side, breathing heavily.
The boy was more than a little surprised to see his father there and Chris, as though having just realized where the hell he was slowly turned to face forty pairs of unblinking eyes each with the look of Christmas having come early this year.
"This is my dad."
Ash continued, handing the belt to his father who stood awkwardly in the center of the front row.
"He's the World Champion."
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[WholeDamShow] JESUS CHRIST IT'S A LIONHEART GET IN THE CAR!!!
[BrahmaBull] Lid it, Pothead.
[SexyBeast] Riddle me this, gentlemen. How many classes of screaming children will it take to attain enough decibles to kill a rat?
[ShockJock] One. Yours.
[LegendKillah] LOL. PWNED
[BrahmaBull] Did you get the video, Jabroni?
[SexyBeast] I appreciate the concern
[WholeDamShow] I think that's a yes
[BrahmaBull] The Rock thanks you for that
[MoneyOnTheMac] And how long did it take you to clear the elementary tide?
[SexyBeast] Two Hours, seventeen minutes and sixteen seconds
[SexyBeast] Missed the 7:40am flight. Boarding the 10:30 one now
[Le_Animale] So much for getting an early move on things. =)
[SexyBeast] Don't start with me, man.
[MoneyOnTheMac] Get your @$$ here in the next three hours and I'll forget this ever happened.
[ShockJock] NOOOOOOO
[LegendKillah] WRYYYYYYYYYY????
[HulkamaniaWild] Oh Brother
[MoneyOnTheMac] I'm doing bussiness here, cut me some slack, you hacks
[SexyBeast] Appreciate the thought
[SexyBeast] Call you when I get there
[MoneyOnTheMac] Right
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[WholeDamShow] I made copies
[BrahmaBull] videos
[Hulkamania] Oh look. On the front page of Yahoo
[LegendKillah] Im in yur lockers, posting up picturez....
[SexyBeast] You all suck Dick =_=
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