read before you die.

I got bored so i went through my whole blog to make this collection of links to my favorite blog entries that got lost in the archives, prolly never to be seen again. so i stick them here. includes posts from my sidetrack blog.

artistic =_=
does YOUR data port smell fruity?
silliness with immigrants
">father's cryptic writing
my famous naked photoshopping
the best movie ever
-neil gaiman being awesome.
-from names to torture, 10 things you wouldnt care to know about
Eleanor Rigby by the Beatles, -the song you must hear before you die
-the same picture of me membrance of bolsty, who still continues to stink up my heart
-a favorite quotes sort of thing
-the vanity project
-love and cliches
-for ernawatilaracandra
-its stupid, i know, but i love them. these are the posts for karen and emma. another one here
-on Jan the Sixth
-completely 'blunt'
-while i was drunk...
-parts one, two, three, four, and five of my incredibly overdue adventures in langkawi.
-rainfest, the drunk review
-in remembrance of may 13th 1969
-i reallyreally love you guys SANGAT THE BANYAK.
-an emotional post
-dedicated to the world's coolest daddy
-emma and bekah got bored
-i wont link to this post because i find it mortifying and embarrassing, but i shall give "rebekah's drunk kelabit dance at rainfest" post an honourable mention.
-the luguns are very cantik
-sejarah quitepro
-a conversation with my past self
-my 301st post - vanity and an expose
-silent movies
-an incredibly long post about me while i was feeling emotional
-artery defined
-icons and stuff
-saving the world in our mng sunnies
-oh ye of little brain
-here and here - reminders of zat always being right.
-not your average rap song
-adventures with animals
-story of me and a bird
-of mongooseS
-oh, friendster.
-a story of aging
-6 M's
-meet BC Flouncytoes
-golden exam papers
-charlie the unicorn
-a german post
-english analogies
-as long as a train
-rambling on about myself
-previously unseen videos
-good times to the max
-must be emu
-boredom leads to cheap rhyming
-read your bibles, kids
-bekoo and din, your idols
-rapist search
-a very emo, second-rate story. i apologize
-stalking din duzza in cinemas near YOU
-those chinese are YODA
-idiot, i swear
-hway and bex what we do in exams. haha
-hair reborning
-PBF rawks my sawks
-written by sue anne and bex
-awsum
-the manhole incident ...when em and i first climbed that gate.
-IWAS SUCH A CUTE BABY
-prep for when i rule the world
-oh the stupidity of this world
-every blog needs an entry like this.
-three is a rave for azz.
-happy birthday, skeb.
-the ins and outs of jan07
-yet another blunt post that ilike
-the Azz incident
-mish and i being losers
-in france, the entry i never followed up.
-dedicated to novalisa
-ick

peace, mofos.

(i wouldve included my fav posts from the blogs of my friends but you guys made it impossible for me to link to individual posts. that and im lazy. your loss assholes.)

wow.

Nicholas Was... older than sin and his beard could grow no whiter. He wanted to die.

The dwarfish natives of the Arctic caverns did not speak his language, but conversed in their own, twittering tongue, conducted incomprehensible rituals, when they were not actually working in the factories.

Once every year they forced him, sobbing and protesting, into endless night. During the journey, he would stand near every child in the world, leave one of the dwarves' invisible gifts by its bedside. The children slept, frozen in time.

He envied Prometheus and Loki, Sisyphus and Judas. His punishment was harsher.
Ho.
Ho.
Ho.

(Smoke and Mirrors)

Other People

'Time is fluid here,' said the demon.

He knew it was a demon the moment he saw it. He knew it, just as he knew the place was Hell. There was nothing else that either of them could have been.

The room was long, and the demon waited by a smoking brazier at the far end. A multitude of objects hung on the rock-grey walls, of the kind that it would not have been wise or reassuring to inspect too closely. The ceiling was low, the floor oddly insubstantial.

'Come close,' said the demon, and he did.

The demon was rake-thin, and naked. It was deeply scarred, and it appeared to have been flayed at some time in the distant past. It had no ears, no sex. Its lips were thin and ascetic, and its eyes were a demon's eyes : they had seen too much and gone too far, and under their gaze he felt less important than a fly.

'What happens now?' he asked.

'Now,' said the demon, in a voice that carried with it no sorrow, no relish, only a dreadful flat resignation, 'you will be tortured.'

'For how long?'

But the demon shook its head and made no reply. It walked slowly along the wall, eyeing first one of the devices that hung there, then another. At the far end of the wall, by the closed door, was a cat-o'-nine-tails made of frayed wire. The demon took it down with one three-fingered hand and walked back, carrying it reverently. It placed the wire tines on the brazier, and stared at them as they began to heat up.

'That's inhuman.'

'Yes.'

The tips of the cat's tails were glowing a dead orange.

As the demon raised its arm to deliver the first blow, it said 'In time, you will remember even this moment with fondness.'

'You are a liar.'

'No,' said the demon. 'The next part,' it explained, in the moment before it brought down the cat, 'is worse.'

Then the tines of the cat landed on the man's back with a crack and a hiss, tearing through the expensive clothes, burning and rending and shredding as they struck and, not for the last time in that place, he screamed.

There were two hundred and eleven implements on the walls of that room, and in time he was to experience each of them.

When, finally, the Lazarene's Daughter, which he had grown to know intimately, had been cleaned and replaced on the wall in the two hundred and eleventh position, then, through wrecked lips, he gasped, 'Now what?'

'Now,' said the demon, 'the true pain begins.'

It did.

Everything he had ever done that had been better left undone. Every lie he had told - told to himself, or told to others. Every little hurt, and all the great hurts. Each one was pulled out of him, detail by detail, inch by inch. The demon stripped away the cover of forgetfulness, stripped everything down to the truth, and it hurt more than anything.

'Tell me what you thought as she walked out of the door,' said the demon.

'I thought my heart was broken.'

'No,' said the demon, without hate, 'you didn't.' It stared at him with expressionless eyes, and he was forced to look away.

'I thought, now she'll never know I've been sleeping with her sister.'

The demon took apart his life, moment by moment, instant to awful instant. It lasted a hundred years, perhaps, or a thousand - they had all the time there ever was, in that grey room - and towards the end he realised that the demon had been right. The physical torture had been kinder.

And it ended.

And once it had ended, it began again. There was a self-knowledge there he had not had the first time, which somehow made everything worse.

Now, as he spoke, he hated himself, there were no lies, no evasions, no room for anything except the pain and the anger.

He spoke. He no longer wept. And when he finished a thousand years later, he prayed that now the demon would go to the wall, and brig down the skinning knife, or the choke-pear, or the screws.

'Again,' said the demon.

He began to scream. He screamed for a long time.

'Again,' said the demon, when he was done, as if nothing had been said.

It was like peeling an onion. This time through his life he learned about consequences. He learned the results of the things he had done; things he had been blind to as he did them; the ways he had hurt the world; the damage he had done to the people he had never known, or met, or encountered. It was the hardest lesson yet.

'Again,' said the demon, a thousand years later.

He crouched on the floor, beside the brazier, rocking gently, his eyes closed, and he told the story of his life, re-experiencing it as he told it, from birth to death, changing nothing, leaving nothing out, facing everything. He opened his heart.

When he was done, he sat there, eyes closed, waiting for the voice to say 'Again,' but nothing was said. He opened his eyes.

Slowly, he stood up. He was alone.

At the far end of the room, there was a door, and as he watched, it opened.

A man stepped through the door. There was terror in the man's face, and arrogance, and pride. The man, who wore expensive clothes, took several hesitant steps into the room, and then stopped.

When he saw the man, he understood.

'Time is fluid here,' he told the new arrival.

(Fragile Things)

neil gaiman

poetry in motion.

"Eleanor Rigby" is a song by The Beatles, originally released on the 1966 album Revolver. The song was primarily written by Paul McCartney, although in an interview conducted with Playboy magazine in 1980, John Lennon claimed that "the first verse was his and the rest are basically mine." Pete Shotton, a close friend of Lennon who was present at the time, said "Though John (whose memory could be extremely erratic) was to take credit, in one of his last interviews, for most of the lyrics, my own recollection is that 'Eleanor Rigby' was one 'Lennon-McCartney' classic in which John's contribution was virtually nil." McCartney also says that Lennon helped on about "half a line". It remains one of the Beatles' most recognizable and unique songs, with a double string quartet arrangement by George Martin and its striking lyrics about the loneliness, continuing the transformation of the Beatles started in Rubber Soul from a mainly pop-oriented act to a more serious and experimental studio band.

"Eleanor Rigby" does not have a standard pop backing; none of the Beatles played instruments on it, though John Lennon and George Harrison did contribute harmony and backing vocals. Instead, McCartney used a string octet of studio musicians, composed of four violins, two cellos, and two violas all performing a score composed by producer George Martin. For the most part, the instruments "double up"—that is, they serve as two string quartets with two instruments playing each part in the quartet. Microphones were placed close to the instruments to produce a more vivid and raw sound. George Martin asked the musicians if they could play without vibrato and recorded two versions, one with and one without, the latter of which was used. McCartney's choice of a string backing may have been influenced by his interest in the composer Vivaldi. Lennon recalled in 1980 that "Eleanor Rigby" was:

"Paul's baby, and I helped with the education of the child ... The violin backing was Paul's idea. Jane Asher had turned him on to Vivaldi, and it was very good."

Though "Eleanor Rigby" was not the first pop song to deal with death and loneliness, it was certainly among the first to present such a serious attitude. The Shangri-Las' 1964 hit "Leader of the Pack" gave a rendition of star-crossed lovers ending in one of their deaths, but the subject matter was purely in a romantic vein and far from a serious look at loss. In fact, in the mid-1960s, the pop format hardly seemed the right vehicle for such a message, but pop music consistently had a more rosy outlook on life. Nevertheless, "Eleanor Rigby" took a message of depression and desolation, written by a famous pop band, with a sombre, almost funeral-like backing, to the number one spot of the pop charts.

"Eleanor Rigby" marks a midpoint of sorts in the Beatles' evolution from a pop, live-performance band to a more experimental, studio-oriented band though the track contains no obvious studio trickery. Whereas many of the other tracks on Revolver lend themselves to a rock group, "Eleanor Rigby" in a sense is a precursor to the psychedelic tracks of Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band. The subject matter also reflects a band in transition. The bleak lyrics were not The Beatles' first deviation from love songs, but were some of the most explicit. Eleanor Rigby's lonely existence shares more in tone with the sense of detachment of "A Day in the Life" than with "I Want to Hold Your Hand".

It is the second song to appear in the Beatles' 1969 animated film Yellow Submarine, after "Yellow Submarine," the only songs in the film where the Beatles are not seen to be singing. Eleanor Rigby is introduced just before we see the Beatles in the film in their hometown, Liverpool, and its poignancy ties in quite well with Ringo Starr (the first member of the group to encounter the submarine) who is represented as quietly bored and depressed.

In some reference books on classical music, "Eleanor Rigby" is included and considered comparable to art songs (lieder) by the great composers. Howard Goodall said that the Beatles' works are "a stunning roll-call of sublime melodies that perhaps only Mozart can match in European musical history" and that they "almost single-handedly rescued the Western musical system" from the "plague years of the avant-garde". About "Eleanor Rigby", he said it is "an urban version of a tragic ballad in the Dorian mode.

In 2004, this song was ranked number 137 on Rolling Stone magazine's list of the 500 greatest songs of all time.

In a 1966 press conference, an American reporter asked Paul what the inspiration for "Eleanor Rigby" was, and John jumped in saying "two queers." John was making a mockery of it, because at that time it was rumoured that "Day Tripper" was about a prostitute and "Norwegian Wood" was about a lesbian.



Eleanor rigby picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been,
Lives in a dream.
Waits at the window, wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door.
Who is it for?

All the lonely people,
Where do they all come from ?
All the lonely people,
Where do they all belong ?

Father mckenzie writing the words of a sermon that no one will hear,
No one comes near.
Look at him working... darning his socks in the night when there's nobody there...
What does he care?

All the lonely people,
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people,
Where do they all belong?

Eleanor rigby died in the church and was buried along with her name,
Nobody came.
Father mckenzie wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the grave,
No one was saved.

All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?

hm.

i am about to blog about things i have never blogged about before, things randomly selected and rarely talked about...

lets begin..

1. the origins of the name rupert.
also raibeart and robert, rupert means "famous / bright fame". its origins are teutonic (whatever that is).

2. what "teutonic" means.
Teutonic or Teuton(s) means Germanic. It may refer to
-Germanic peoples
-Germanic languages
-A famous German historical military order, the Teutonic Knights.
The word Teutonic derives at once from both the Latin name for a tribe who were thought by the Romans to be Germanic, die Teutonen (which means the Teutons), and from the Germanic word tiutisch, originally meaning belonging to the people.

3. who these Teutonic Knights were.

The Teutonic Knights or Teutonic Order is a German-based Roman Catholic religious order formed at the end of the 12th century in Acre, Palestine. During the Middle Ages they were a crusading military order and wore white surcoats with a black cross. It is now a clerical order based in Vienna, Austria.

4. what underwear the women wore in the middle ages
Medieval women usually wore a close-fitting garment called a chemise in France or a smock in England (occasionally a shift), sometimes coupled with braies-like leg wrappings. They may have worn petticoats over the shift and under the dress. Quilted petticoats could be worn during the winter. Elaborately-quilted petticoats might be displayed by a cut-away dress, in which case they became a skirt rather than an undergarment.

During the 16th century, the farthingale was popular. This was a petticoat stiffened with reed or willow rods so that it stood out from a woman's body, like a cone extending from the waist. Corsets also began to be worn about this time. At first they were called pair of bodies, which may refer both to a stiffened bodice designed to be seen, and a bodice stiffened with buckram, reeds, canes, whalebone etc., worn underneath another, decorative, bodice. These were not the small-waisted, curvy corsets familiar from the Victorian period, but straight-lined corsets that flattened the bust.

There is a myth that Crusaders worried about the fidelity of their wives and forced them to wear chastity belts. There is no reference, image, or surviving belt to support this story. In fact most historians of this period are of the view that chastity belts were worn to prevent sexual assault and that the woman kept the key.

5. the size of a woman's waist once she was in a corset.
Corsets reduced womens' waists to anywhere from 17 to 20 inches. To put those numbers in perspective, 23 inches is the average waist size of a seven year old living in Britain.

6. how many inches my waist is.
bout 28 inches.
(measured with a 6 inch ruler and a headphone cord =_=)

7. other torturesome fashion items and its origins.

three inch stilettos started off roughly during the mid 16th century, within both french and asian society. noblemen of france wore heels even before their wives
Noblemen of France wore heels even before their wives; donning height-producing shoes in order to display superiority and power. After a short period of time, the fashion trend shifted to well to do women, who again wore high heels to distinguish themselves from the lower classes. Not surprisingly, one of the reasons given by historians for the quick dissipation of high heels from men's wardrobes is the fact that the shoes were painful to wear, and hindered everyday activities. In the early days of French high heels, shoe height could reach up to thirteen inches; forcing men and women to carry a long cane in order to walk without toppling over.

8. misc torture facts.
- a little known type of torture: Injecting saltwater into the jaw muscles makes the victim feel as though they are experiencing temporo-mandibular joint disorder (TMJ); a painful condition which causes tenderness and pain in the jaw.
- When pain is slowly induced into a person, the body releases opioid chemicals, otherwise known as endorphins. These chemicals can block and dull the pain, by preventing the brain from sending pain messages to the rest of the body. Heroin and morphine do the same thing. So next time you want to get high, don't turn to illegal activities; just ask a friend to torture you!
- Countries where torture is either legal, or widely practiced: Pakistan, Bangladesh, Egypt, the Philippines, Russia, Sri Lanka, Syria, Jordan, Morocco, Uzbekistan,
- Alan Dershowitz, also known as O.J. Simpson's defense attorney, said in 2002 that U.S. law should be bent to allow torture in cases involving terrorist suspects.
- “We don't kick the shit out of them. We send them to other countries so they can kick the shit out of them.”: Quote in 2002 from an anonymous source, on the U.S. Government's practice of expediting terrorist suspects to countries where torture is practiced.
- Approximately 400 men remain detained at Guantanamo Bay. Of those 400, only 10 have been charged with a crime.
- Positive aspects of torture: In earlier times, the practice of public torture brought the community together to taunt prisoners shackled and on display in the center of town. Also, torture releases endorphins, giving the body a natural high; and, it has been noted in the field of psychology that torture survivors can more easily overcome future pain and trauma. What doesn't kill you only makes you stronger!
- Negative aspects of torture: It is often used against defenseless or even innocent victims, usually by corrupt governments. Apart from the issue of bodily harm, torture subjects may internalize their pain and experience a severe mental as well as physical crisis. Also, torture really, really hurts.

mmmm.

9. something for the whole family.


10. trivia re: that video.

-it was the fastest planned and made music-y video i have ever been involved in
-when blowing out the candles, i blew too hard, causing the really really hot wax to rebound all over my face and im my goddamn eye. i then covered my burning face with the pig.
-this video took three filmings, me screwing up in all three of them. in the first, i forgot my cue to blow out the candle, in the second, i blew wax on myself (=_=) and in the third, i was slow to burn out the candle. in the third, i would like to note that mish screwed up too as she misplaced the spiderpig sign.
-the pig staring as spiderpig is actually named Mr. Evil. his spiderpig cape was attached on by a shoelace.
-i had a pacifier on my earring and a cat keychain on my dress. emma and mish split my bunny ears between themselves, leaving mish looking like a red indian and emma looking "lol".
-the last time i editted the sound over a video clip, it took me three hours. (check it out at http://quitepro.blogspot.com) (update: it took me 5 minutes for this one,tho i didnt sync it quite as nicely, but im lazy.)
-i am infact writing #10 before posting (or even having editted the sound) the video.
-the effect threshold has on the video is incredibly freaky.
-mish looks surprisingly good (and strangely graceful =_=) for someone with a hairband around her neck, draped in various skirts.
-this is my first time using the google video uploader.
-that skirt on my head does my fat face no justice.

on a final note, i am supposed to be out raya-ing. i love the song homecoming queen - hinder. slmt hari raya. emma bought awesome new shoes and a bikini in penang.

and there you have it, 10 random things you probably didnt know or didnt care to know.

beyond me.

these things are beyond my level of comprehension.
and my level of comprehension is pretty "fecking" high.

1. the word FECKING.
2. how mickey mouse ever got popular.
3. why disney stopped making quality movies and started on their cheap spinoff cartoon series.
4. why i am not supposed to make that peace sign in pictures.
5. how my face can be so fat but my body so thin
6. pubic hair. seriously, WHY.
7. censorship. we're all going to hear the word fuck sooner or later. fuck fuck fuckity fuck. =_=
8. why people hate pop music because its pop.
9. why i hate pop music because its pop.
10. why people constantly rag on paris hilton's songs and call her dumb for writing them. a) she did NOT write them. b) i doubt she has that much talent

11. why people do not like Nothing In This World by said bimbo.
12. using "lol" as a filler. horribly addictive and incredibly pointless & annoying.
13. platform boots =/
14. why they made it compulsory for us to learn how to play the recorder
15. why music is so "fecking" expensive.
16. why i keep saying "fecking".
17. parents.
18. how anyone can dislike the beatles.
19. why those lepak guys go around lepak-ing
20. clubbing

21. ethylchloride. =/
22. why dough-y pizza is shunned.
23. why so many people are under the impression i am incredibly stupid. not just bimbotic, but STUPID.
24. why i am not already supreme ruler of the world =_=
25. why people can believe 'religions' that are obviously made by men. i would think oh um religions would be made by oh um god. (eg: scientology. idiots i swear)
26. my friends and the things they do.
27. stress.
28. television.
29. how people make money off the internet.
30. advertisements.

31. fashion
32. racism.
33. malaysia's insane politics.
34. why society is deteriorating so fast.
35. how currency was first implemented.
36. chaos theory.
37. brands.
38. runway fashion.
39. waterfights.
40. why people always seem to think that i will "understand when i am older" when i either already do or never will.

41. being photogenic.
42. pimples
43. 3/4 skirts
44. blogging.
45. why i blog and love it so much.