Epic

I thank all for the prayers and the pat on the back, though I surmised what I needed was a well-placed kick to rub brain cells together, to spark electricity. Yeah.

Also many thanks to everyone for amusing me this couple of days now. Dears, deers, seniors, peers, and juniors alike. I appreciate. Allah bless.

p/s: This is long overdue.

What Happened on 120108

I picked up something nasty while doing my spring cleaning, something horrifying and tested the basis of my sanity, if not my existence lol. Proceed at own risk.

You can still back out now. No one's going to hold anything against you.

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"About our plan to hang out?"

"Yeah?"

"Well, make it at my place. I’ve got four Die Hard DVDs and I plan on doing a marathon."

"Die Hard? I don’t fancy a bald Willis."

"Me neither. But I’m cool as long as it’s Willis."

"What about The Kid?"

"Now you remind me. I love that smile of his in that movie! So innocently cute for a guy his age!"

-______- "Please, I haven’t had my lunch and puking will only makes my stomach hold a grudge against me."

"And his last line in The Sixth Sense? 'Good night, sweetheart'? That was totally awwwe."

"Spare my ears, Colonel Ogle."

"Whateve~ You bring the popcorn. I want plain. Bring some milk, will ya? I spy only one carton of it in the fridge."

"Demanding. Difficult. Why did I even bother with you?"

"I’m a Choleric. This is what we do. What else? Oh, yes. Just come after Isya’ and we’ll have a sleepover. Then we wake up for Qiam and you can get off my back! How does that sounds?"

"Like a pain."

"I know you’ll see it my way!"

Panda Eyed

Obata believes that having black eyes usually makes a character goofier, but the bags "sharpen the character's gaze." Obata believes that the design evokes "a feeling of mystery" and that the reader cannot determine L's true thoughts.

In addition Obata said that the bags under L's eyes attracts speculation about L's lifestyle and past, finding them useful.

Quoted from Wikipedia

Thanks, Takeshi Obata. You make my bags seem wondrous.

p/s:Picture credited to Tenshi-no-Hikari.

The Poo Machine

The first thing I noticed upon opening the balcony door this morning was that the mad monkey-like cackling sparrow was madder than ever. It was absolutely chirpier today and had I been a lesser person, I would have thought it was mocking my drug-induced sleep last night.

Spot the mad monkey.

The second thing I noticed was that my balcony, the one I tediously sweep once a week, was dripping gooey poo.

Argh, the stress!

A nerve twitched.

The third thing I noticed was this little critter hiding behind Yuuno's burial pot.

A petite critter messing with Yuuno's final resting place.

More poo! Argh, the stress, the stress!

Introducing the recently hatched culprit. If you can make out the yolk remains on its beak.

The darn cute poo machine

The nest in the broken lamp.

This flightless chick scurried when I got nearer for a friendly 'Hi I'm Atiqah, wanna be my breakfast?' and its mother cackled even madder, if that's even possible.

Jerry Petite

Maybe Jerry can be my new roommate?

p/s: Now to add insult to injury, ANTS ARE CREEPING AROUND THE POO! And Jerry is innocently tucking its head under its wing for a nap! *blood pressure shot up*