The One and Only
...entry in so many weeks...well, I've been kept busy.
There's my brother's inevitable wedding - and I somehow find myself caught in between being an amateur wedding organizer (because Hogzilla's brain cannot keep track of everything - and it's not even MY wedding!!!) and an unwilling overseer for the morning ceremony (let's hope everything happens in time!)
as well as
Trying to handle my gender-ity crisis that is slowly but gradually trying to either tease my brain into pieces or drive my hormones into a rage, and when parents aren't helping, it's somewhat an amusing yet scary thing when I look into the mirror and see my twin 'brother' there
and also
Observing a funeral when Grandpa (father's side) passed away at the ripe ol' age of 97 - BUT not without a HUGE drama that occured just hours after his death from pneumonia and heart failure - which happened when Uncle Seng and his lovely wife Karen, together with 2 more other Dad's sisters came in Uncle Seng's big Merc down all the way from Penang in the morning to reach KL in the afternoon - only to be RUDELY TURNED AWAY! from that bastardous-son-of-a-bitch (literally) 4th brother known un-affectionately as Uncle Keat, or his real name, Kelvin Tan i.e. he allowed Uncle Seng to see Grandpa one last time but denied entry to Karen! On grounds that SHE is a trouble-maker and HE is his young(est) brother.
WHAT SACRILIGEOUS BLASPHEMY OF A RIDICULOUS DEED COMMITTED BY A HALF-BRAINED MISCREANT!!! AND IN FRONT OF THE NEWLY DEAD!!!
And what ensued later is an intense verbal fight in Hokkien between Uncle Seng and Uncle Keat, and somewhere in between Dad got dragged in, and before we know it, both sides are trying to hold the proud ol' die-hard gladiators from killing each other in front of their father's casket - of which, on the left side is the terrible Uncle Keat being hauled away by his Indo-Chinese girlfriend while on the other side-
-is Uncle Seng trying to drag a superbly-furious-and-ready-to-gorge Dad from attempting to beat the stuffing/living daylights/whatever's left in that boneless prick of an uncle who just provoked my father.
And while all this crazy shit was happening, the bright noon day suddenly -no, instantaneously- turned very dark and cloudy, and a vicious wind started blowing. I think Grandpa (wherever he is) is shocked to find his sons fighting over him, and tries to get his message of displeasure across with that freaky change of weather.
Which propelled us to leave the service earlier - with Hogzilla, Mom and I managed to see Grandpa one last time (albeit in a rushed manner) but Dad, Uncle Seng and Auntie Karen being deprived of that basic family right.
Well, it all started from the heinously selfish 4th uncle damningly known to us all as Uncle Keat, or his real name Kelvin Tan.
What follows later is pretty dry to be discussed here, but the gist of it is that Hogzilla has officially declared war on Kelvin Tan, Dad is determined to kill Kelvin Tan if he should ever show up on our doorstep once more, Mom just wants to stay outta the way, and
well, 3/4 of the relatives who turned up there couldn't recognize me in my new outlook/haircut, so I guess I'll just take care of the things happening on my way.
Of which one is the gender-ity issue.
The other is the inaugural re-entry into TOA for the 2nd round of devastation, mischief and mayhem lovingly delivered by yours truly with grinning glee. *cue WUAHAHA laughter here*
Another is the arrival of all my stuff from the UK (My BABY! MY BAILEY'S!! And dearest Kopparberg!!!) and Mecha-Loki demanding to be put back together, my clothes demanding to be shoved back into the wardrobe, my figurines (especially the new angel-boy Sephiroth KH) demanding attention, my books demanding even MOAR to the point they'd invade half the space in my bedroom (now, if only Valentine can borrow me some of those pesky cat-faced sphinxes to rid those little critters or make them stay put in their place without trying to 1) trip me or 2) demand to be read wherever I'm pottering about in my room)
And oh, let's not forget my cosplay stuff too >DDD
In the morning of Hogzilla's wedding, I'll be the white knight (???)
and by night, I'll be the one and only-
*a rush of strewn papers, feathers flying, a muffled yell was heard*
*cough* I'll see depending on my mood.
I would have love to draw you a background of what's really going on, but Time does not permit, and suffice to say, I do notice that my writing/talking style has unceremoniously merged into that of a smart-ass-wit-of-a-Victorian-git (well, that's how Mysso had aptly described the poor sod whose muffled yell you'd have heard) who had been smartly cobbled on the head by his own cane by my alter ego, and that I truly apologize if my words and intention could not come across as clearly as any common-speak of modern day would have done.
But other than that - hey, it's good to be back. :D Me, we, and my fellow alter-ego(es).
And another note - yeah I know, too much Gaiman turns me into this too. Sometimes. XD
Of ravens and writing desks!
And the forbidden brides of the faceless slaves in the secret house of the night of dread desire,
I take my leave,
And wish you a pleasant forthcoming day :D
-L
P.S. *pokes TOA-flist* Reunion lunch anytime soon? :D
There's my brother's inevitable wedding - and I somehow find myself caught in between being an amateur wedding organizer (because Hogzilla's brain cannot keep track of everything - and it's not even MY wedding!!!) and an unwilling overseer for the morning ceremony (let's hope everything happens in time!)
as well as
Trying to handle my gender-ity crisis that is slowly but gradually trying to either tease my brain into pieces or drive my hormones into a rage, and when parents aren't helping, it's somewhat an amusing yet scary thing when I look into the mirror and see my twin 'brother' there
and also
Observing a funeral when Grandpa (father's side) passed away at the ripe ol' age of 97 - BUT not without a HUGE drama that occured just hours after his death from pneumonia and heart failure - which happened when Uncle Seng and his lovely wife Karen, together with 2 more other Dad's sisters came in Uncle Seng's big Merc down all the way from Penang in the morning to reach KL in the afternoon - only to be RUDELY TURNED AWAY! from that bastardous-son-of-a-bitch (literally) 4th brother known un-affectionately as Uncle Keat, or his real name, Kelvin Tan i.e. he allowed Uncle Seng to see Grandpa one last time but denied entry to Karen! On grounds that SHE is a trouble-maker and HE is his young(est) brother.
WHAT SACRILIGEOUS BLASPHEMY OF A RIDICULOUS DEED COMMITTED BY A HALF-BRAINED MISCREANT!!! AND IN FRONT OF THE NEWLY DEAD!!!
And what ensued later is an intense verbal fight in Hokkien between Uncle Seng and Uncle Keat, and somewhere in between Dad got dragged in, and before we know it, both sides are trying to hold the proud ol' die-hard gladiators from killing each other in front of their father's casket - of which, on the left side is the terrible Uncle Keat being hauled away by his Indo-Chinese girlfriend while on the other side-
-is Uncle Seng trying to drag a superbly-furious-and-ready-to-gorge Dad from attempting to beat the stuffing/living daylights/whatever's left in that boneless prick of an uncle who just provoked my father.
And while all this crazy shit was happening, the bright noon day suddenly -no, instantaneously- turned very dark and cloudy, and a vicious wind started blowing. I think Grandpa (wherever he is) is shocked to find his sons fighting over him, and tries to get his message of displeasure across with that freaky change of weather.
Which propelled us to leave the service earlier - with Hogzilla, Mom and I managed to see Grandpa one last time (albeit in a rushed manner) but Dad, Uncle Seng and Auntie Karen being deprived of that basic family right.
Well, it all started from the heinously selfish 4th uncle damningly known to us all as Uncle Keat, or his real name Kelvin Tan.
What follows later is pretty dry to be discussed here, but the gist of it is that Hogzilla has officially declared war on Kelvin Tan, Dad is determined to kill Kelvin Tan if he should ever show up on our doorstep once more, Mom just wants to stay outta the way, and
well, 3/4 of the relatives who turned up there couldn't recognize me in my new outlook/haircut, so I guess I'll just take care of the things happening on my way.
Of which one is the gender-ity issue.
The other is the inaugural re-entry into TOA for the 2nd round of devastation, mischief and mayhem lovingly delivered by yours truly with grinning glee. *cue WUAHAHA laughter here*
Another is the arrival of all my stuff from the UK (My BABY! MY BAILEY'S!! And dearest Kopparberg!!!) and Mecha-Loki demanding to be put back together, my clothes demanding to be shoved back into the wardrobe, my figurines (especially the new angel-boy Sephiroth KH) demanding attention, my books demanding even MOAR to the point they'd invade half the space in my bedroom (now, if only Valentine can borrow me some of those pesky cat-faced sphinxes to rid those little critters or make them stay put in their place without trying to 1) trip me or 2) demand to be read wherever I'm pottering about in my room)
And oh, let's not forget my cosplay stuff too >DDD
In the morning of Hogzilla's wedding, I'll be the white knight (???)
and by night, I'll be the one and only-
*a rush of strewn papers, feathers flying, a muffled yell was heard*
*cough* I'll see depending on my mood.
I would have love to draw you a background of what's really going on, but Time does not permit, and suffice to say, I do notice that my writing/talking style has unceremoniously merged into that of a smart-ass-wit-of-a-Victorian-git (well, that's how Mysso had aptly described the poor sod whose muffled yell you'd have heard) who had been smartly cobbled on the head by his own cane by my alter ego, and that I truly apologize if my words and intention could not come across as clearly as any common-speak of modern day would have done.
But other than that - hey, it's good to be back. :D Me, we, and my fellow alter-ego(es).
And another note - yeah I know, too much Gaiman turns me into this too. Sometimes. XD
Of ravens and writing desks!
And the forbidden brides of the faceless slaves in the secret house of the night of dread desire,
I take my leave,
And wish you a pleasant forthcoming day :D
-L
P.S. *pokes TOA-flist* Reunion lunch anytime soon? :D