The end is the beginning.

Christmas has passed several days ago. My head is spinning from the constant shots of pure and authentic black Russian vodka. I feel small. Nauseated and defeated by my inability to afford nice presents. Or receive them, but then again.. Its the thought that counts. Effervescent against the the blank and hollow sheets the twinkle with invisible stars. What the hell is this? I'm being poetic as I'm doing my best not to drop my head on the desk. Somehow, I never really looked forward to blogging. I have so many things to say, but trying to keep up with posting it every weekend or month is a drag. So anyways, I managed to buy myself a cd for Christmas. And some clothes too. I got Kashmir's Zitilites. A great listen. Like its other fellow Danish mates Mew, they put in a lot into their work. Subtle rock with a hint of spectral buzz. Excellent, I say.
I'm hoping to find Dandi Wind as well. One of those few Electronic dance band that really tickle my fancy. And charcoal tablets apply to that, as well. I would be weak without it.

So anyways, out of a whim, I'm posting a few random pictures I took from my trip to Penang. I apologise for not being as quirky or as witty with my words, but I must admit that I'm feeling rather mellow.


This is a picture of The Penang Chinese Swastika Society. I don't really know what they do in there, but I would sure as hell like to find out.

And so it ends..

No, this isn't the end of my blog. In fact, 'tis my return!
I disappeared due to my SPM examinations as all of you know. The horror ended last Tuesday. Art was my last paper and it was a lot harder than I thought. I'm worried now.
Bwahaha. Anywizzy, I had just returned from Penang a day ago.

But to something a little more exciting, I won a cellular telephone (Sony Ericsson 880i) around September. Yay me. I got a super cool cellphone which enables me to snap pictures of my dirty self and lovely sceneries. I've noticed that my narrating isn't as interesting as it once was. I blame it on school and exams. This is really taking a toll on me and its rather depressing. I've lost all my inspirations and love for writing in perfection and wit. I'm guessing the SPM exams made me a little more mellow.

Misery sets its foot down now because I have to go look for a job to earn money to support myself for when Pascal visits. Pascal is my friend from Amsterdam who is coming here for his school trip. He's a tropical biology student and he's coming here due to research purposes. I might get laid. Might! But I'm not looking forward to that. Its the company I'm more excited about. 7 Dutchs.. What more could I ask for?!
So, I might start to work for Starbucks or TGIF. I'm still waiting if L'Oreal would hire me as a clerk or something. Life after high school is being a slave to the wage, kiddos.

I really hope I manage to move to Australia as soon as I can. There is no future for me here in Malaysia. I don't seem to be needed or wanted. Or it seems that my talent isn't going to be appreciated here. So, hopefully I'm to be appreciated there. My skills or whatever that's good, they need to use it. Anyways, I'm off to bed. I'm gonna post some videos and pictures tomorrow. Adios.

MY MUSIC

I reckon...

As far as everyone's concerned, I am not as pretty or as good looking as you've all had thought. But fear not, fella's with raging hormones. I have a few more pictures that shall make up for my horrendous features.


My first haircut for this year. I was a tad bit drunk when that was taken. Not drunk. But. slightly intoxicated.
Myself feeling sweet and pretty. This is myself with long hair by the way.
Tahah! My first attempt to have china-doll bangs. Nice, innit? Mom seems to think otherwise. My harlequinn romance novel front cover. That's my tranny-bear, Ruby.
Feeling slightly suspicious and evil. That piece of paper contains my plan to destroy Nicaragua. I have awesome eyes, don't I!

How Jenna Solves A Problem.

1. Identify the problem. Then, find a way to resolve the matter.

2. Think of ways to solve it. Ideas. Do not forget to add it some reasons why it may work.

3. Avoid day-dreaming. It only makes you sleepier and hazy. Never watch porno in the midst of resolving your problem.
But when you've found an idea that's just amazing, use it!
4. But do think of the outcomes. Bad or good. If bad, try putting it aside and carry on to another.

4. Unless if the bad outcomes may benefit the community and yourself (ie. profit), do plan to go with it. And stop being fickle.


6. Drama is also a good way to start planning a super plan to destroy the world. A good evil cackle, and some LSD might do the trick. Also, top it off with some crazy eyes!

Monkey mooning...

My blog. Ugh. My blog.

Terrible things are happening lately. Jacob's lady is in rehab, my trials are up, and I'm going to Gua Tempurung early August.
I figured that ranting isn't gonna help me get through writing a blog. As far as I'm concerned, Im not a fan of blogging and I have no clue how to blog. But moving along, I presume I shall rant about the last ep of Harry Potter.
I am terribly terribly miffed by the ending. Death after death. Heres a list of who dies.. As I can remember..
- Voldermort. (BURN IN HELL, MOULDYWART!)
- Remus Lupin (he's the coolest Defense against Dark Arts Teacher)
- Hedwig (poor bird)
- Dobby (he with bad grammar)
- Snape
And here's the worst.
FRED WEASLEY!!!!!!! :((
I found out since last week and I'm already mourning. He can't die. :(
And George looses and ear. But here's the happy ending...

-Harry marries Ginny Weasley. [lovely. He becomes Ron's in-law]
-Ron marries Hermione.
.....no comment on that

I've yet to read the book.
I dont think I want to. Its too depressing. =(

PIRATES PIRATES PIRATES!

I went to the Isle of Penang which is located in the north of Malaysia.
My favourite spot, the east of Penang island, Ferringhi.
Great hotels.. and white people too. But apart from that, its a pirated cd haven. These bastards have Brett Anderson's* solo album already. =/
I went harassing the cd store clerks in Kuala Lumpur to order them for me. And it's been two months since I've heard anything from them. Bastards!
But anyways, here's my list of cd's I got.

Brett Anderson - solo Suede
The Vines - Vision Valley
The White Stripes - Icky Thump (it's good, actually)
The Sunshine Underground - Raise The Alarm
Manic Street Preachers - Know Your Enemy
Arctic Monkeys - Bigger Boys and Stolen Sweethearts
Beck - Guerolito
Mika - Life In Cartoon Motion (mediocre, I know. But I can't help it. He's too goodlooking, flamboyant and the bugger sings in the right keys.)

I didn't have enough time to run through the other 5 stalls, but I did manage to pick up 2 other dvd's which are..
Depeche Mode - Touring The Angel [Live In Milan]
and
Marie Antoinette.. the movie.

I've yet to enjoy all these junk.
But I am going back to Penang as soon as I can to pick whatever I need up.

FARK

I just realised that my bloody gif's aren't working as I had expected them too.
But worry not. Just save them to your pc and it'll work.
It'd better!

But anyways, I lied. Gif's Galore isn't my last post of the month. This might be the last one. I don't know. Hmm..
Now, I need to get my clothes ready for camp on Saturday. Not looking forward to toshing and bashful camps with spoilt brats!
Bleh. Enough of rambling..
I need sleep!
FUCK OFF!
Sowwy

GIF's Galore!

Hitherto, my midterms are finally over. Except that EST is tomorrow and I'd have to study peanuts for it but read the textbook about general knowledge in the scientific quota.
Art was a bust.
I drew mermaids. Don't get me wrong. They looked absolutely hot. Hardly scary as I wanted them to be. The painting finally came out right. Except for the cursed giant boulder behind the mermaids..Stalling in the background. It looked more like an ugly grey curtain that draped about in this disturbingly disgusting manner.
I'm angry. Very angry! And it doesn't help that some neighbour's baby is crying and wailing and it's annoying the hell out of me.
Dear god. I think this is the most progressive blog post ever. In my history of blog-posting, that is.
But anyways, no tosh tosh and let's get down to business. Like ever?!

I've been having some fun, collecting some fun fun fun avatars or otherwise known as gif's.
They're very fun to make, and fun to enjoy.
I traveled into e-world and gone sight-seeing and few lovelies.
All the files I'm sharing are not completely gif images, but a few funny ones as well (just like I did for my previous posts a few months back).

This is going to be my last post for the month. I'd love to put up more and more things, but I'm afraid I have camp to attend. *frown*
But it's alright.
But anyways, enjoy the gif's.

HOW TO READ A PRESS RELEASE

...and the record reviews that we find are increasingly based on them.

New Releases



A STORMING RETURN TO FORM
Their last album was rubbish. This is better, honest.

CRITICALLY ACLAIMED
Commercially disastrous, will never repay when its budget for Post-It notes.

A RECORD TO MELT HEARTS
It's got an orchestra on it.

BEAUTIFULLY CRAFTER SONGWRITING
It's got a piano on it.

SWEEPING CINEMATIC SOUNDSCAPES
It's got an orchestra and some trumpets on it.

EAGERLY AWAITED
Everyone has forgotten who they are ; drummer is working in a cycle courier.

..HAS KEPT A DISCREET PROFILE..
He's this far away from being dead.

INSTANTLY RECOGNISABLE
Exactly the same as their last record

A TYPICALLY BRAVE DEPARTURE
Commercially suicidal, not even the publicist can stand listening to it.

MARVELOUSLY UNRECONSTRUCTED '70s SOUND
Terrible MOR radio sludge.

TURNING THEIR BACKS ON THE GREEDY MAJORS, THE BAND OPTED FOR INDEPENDENCE
They were dropped.

SOPHOMORE ALBUM
Silly phrase used only in press releases to make "second album" sound more American and therefore more interesting. Sophomore year is your second at an American college but strangely nobody follows their "sophomore effect" with "junior year" or "senior year" albums.

....SHOWCASES THEIR GROWING MATURITY
Same as the last album, only slower.



Expressing the Inexpressible

POWERFUL DRUMMING
Loud drumming.

DISTINCTIVE VOCALS
He/She can't sing

GRITTY
We couldn't afford a producer

URBAN
Black

HEARTFELT
Slow and quiet.

ANTHEMIC
Slow and loud.

PLAYFUL
More than a bit irritating.

LAIDBACK GROOVES
Interminable, directionless jamming

GLAMOROUS
Gay.

FLAMBOYANT
Gay.

MELODRAMATIC
Gay, possibly closeted.

SWAGGERING
Horribly up themselves.

SOLID
Boring.

SOARING MELODIES
One of those bands where the singer makes a virtue of not being able to reach the note, viz. Athlete, Keane, Flaming Lips, Coldplay etc.

SUNSHINE POP TUNES
They like the Beach Boys.

CLASSIC SONGWRITING
They like The Beatles

CLASSIC ROCK AND ROLL
They like The Stones

CLASSIC ENGLISH WHIMSY
They like Pink Floyd

CLASSIC DECADENCE
They like David Bowie

CLASSIC SWAGGER
They like cocaine

UNSHAKABLE SELF-BELIEF
Cocaine again.


CURSE THAT WRITER'S BLOCK!

I shall try to work on something new........

Best Songwriters Ever...Next Time Maybe

I'll admit that my previous post was utter rubbish! Precisely blank with ideas, I decided to ramble about something I've been working on for months now.
This just shows that despite my talent for creative writing, that goddamn writer's block just holds me down like an anchor.
But anyways, since I'm all about music, I've decided to list down the tracks that I've been listening to religiously for the past few months. As I planned on swizzling out the few songwriters that I adamantly admire, I realised that I will need time and a chuck-load of words that are precise and a wee bit ingenious.
Instead of burdening myself with that load, I've decided to make it easier for me and my fellow readers. Especially those who are busy preparing themselves for the upcoming midterms.
Good luck to all of you.

The Stone Roses - I Am The Resurrection
Roughly 8-minutes long of graceful and camouflaged "up yours" sentiment could be applied to either a lover whose dumped you or annoying piece of dung in general. Ian Brown should be proud of himself for being a top-notch composer, even though his vocals aren't really much to brag about.

Pixies-Debaser
"Big fat man that looks like a butcher but sounds like a little girl," said Kolai, a fictional fan of the stud-like Frank Black/Black Francis. The inspiration behind the venomous riffs of Smells Like Teen Spirit. The best part about this song is the disturbing lyric about "slicing up eyeballs".
Worth a listen.

Manic Street Preachers - Ocean Spray
It opens with a man explaining something about water in Japanese. The song immediately left me speechless after hearing it. If it's not the melody to brag about, it's the lyrics. Explaining emotions and expressions like "It's easy to laugh, it's easy to cry. To cry so so hard, that it can't be denied." tells us that James Dean Bradfield can make you cry even though he's as chirpy and Snow White.

Nirvana - Heart-Shaped Box
The only thing I have to say ....
THE MOST FUCKED UP LOVE-SONG IN THE WORLD....EVER!

The Fratellis - Chelsea Dagger
Scottish trio introduces a knuckle-dragging glam-rock stomp that will leave you humming out their inevitably catchy Do-do-do's.

The Veils - Advice For Young Mothers To Be
Finn Andrews, son of XTC keyboardist, Barry Andrews, channels the spirits of Jeff Buckley and Nick Cave to conjure up a pounding mix of doom and gloom that's all of his own.

The Horrors - Count In Fives
They look like they've just emerged from a crypt and make equally unholy racket. But when it comes to "tally", frontman Faris Rotter will cut you in half!

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(this is all for now. I need my beauty sleep!)

The Horrors

I need to make it very clear that I'm not obsessed with The Horrors. They're quite now, and as soon as their album comes out, many more are gonna listen to them and then maybe even dress like them. Ugh, posers. And again, they're not EMO! Not GOTH...or whatever you choose to call them.

Also, I would like to apologise for the havoc made in that photo collection of mine. To be clear the picture which includes 4 slides (lomograph) is Tomethy Furst. The topless boy sitting my the lake is Jacob. And the one in the tie is Coffin Joe. A mess. But what can I do.. :|

Anyways, I'd like to introduce some of my favourite videos of The Horrors.

The first one will be Sheena Is A Parasite. Featuring Samantha Morton from Pride and Prejudice as the confused lady who gives birth to a slimy squid.
Following up, is the parody called..Sheena is A Parody. Please pay attention. Drummer uses kitchen tools to play drums, bassist..um, randomly hits a spoon against his wrist, keyboardist presses some kind of buttons..Mop as a guitar and a brush as a microphone. A microphone is usually replaced with a brush in most parodies. But this one's funnier. Instead of the usual hairbrush, they use the scrubber brush for toilet bowls. Hilarious.

Next up, Count In Fives. The band perform in a usual studio and appear in black and white. The rhythm, catchy. Thanks to Spider Webbs techique on the organ, the song appears to sound like a rock n roll version of The Addams Family. Also, there'll be people outside of the screen, in white tee's translating the lyrics into sign language.
Swell, eh?






Sheena Is A Parasite




Sheena Is A Parody



Count In Fives

My e-friends. =\

Like I said, I have friends. Many of my friends don't roam the street around here. But need I say, across the universe.

Firstly..



Here's Ray. Lover, brother and the sweetest thing.
He has problems socialising, but I'm sure he's doing
well now. He works as a cook. He's Irish and he
does an amazing Stich impersonation.
Ohana means family. Family means nobody gets left behind.
And it's rather amazing!
He took this picture in a circus, if I'm not mistaken.
I think it looks bloody amazing.










Here's Ben. Ex-lover. Friend. Heart breaker. Heart throb. Every girl he knows wants him.
But he's a sweet guy. Sensitive, loving, 5'7, meat eater, and lives in a trailer. His parent's divorced and so he lives with his mom. I love him dearly, and I want to break his bones. For kicks!







My Irish husspot! Kate Rattigan, also known as K-Rat.
She's also my wigga, and she's the only one who can make me bend over. She loves Matt Bellamy and Thom Yorke and she's got a problem with decided which one she's gonna marry.
I wish her luck!





















On the top, in a black stick tie and white shirt, we have Coffin Joe! Thundersticks of The Horrors.
Big blazen eyes, cherub cheeks and a degree in Fashion designing.

















On the right, we have my beloved Jacob. My Nordic blonde stallion warrior who grew up to be a dark haired German soldier with the mouth of a python.
My joker. And he claims I know him better than anyone.
He's witty, and also got a 24 year old lady pregnant. He's 17, mind you.






And here, we have Tomethey Furst. My Gypsy prince of The Horrors. He of the raggy basslines. I sound like a nut, calling musicians that, but what can I say. I'm a lonely ol' sob.
He's a doll, ain't he. My sexually confused Gypsy prince.
But isn't he adorable.











Mr. Faris Badwan aka Faris Rotter.
The Palestinian prince of The Horrors. I don't know about you, but everytime I think of him, I see Big Bird. =\
I think he sent me an email once. He told me about himself and shit.















And here comes Sir Rhyss Webb. aka Spider Webb. My utmost favourite. Play keyboards in The Horrors. Looks intimidating, but a natural smart-ass and sweetheart.













Finally, the bitch who refuses to add me. Apocalyptic hair and a love for blowing balloons. Joshua Von Grimm! He loves his guitar, his Mikayla and his fangs. He claims to have fangs. Twirly little bugger! =D







I'm very sure I have more friends. But I can't seem to find their pictures. But that's okay.

Please note that The Horrors are not some fancy "emo" band. I don't know their genre, but whatever it is, they don't deserve such legs. And it's because of them, I have an obessession for men with big hair. Damn them!

The Year Us 17 Year Olds Dread

Alas. It's 2007. The year for us unlucky one's to sit for god forbid, SPM!
The torture runs smooth. Study time is scarce. And teachers do their best to make you seem intelligent, when we all know we're just a bunch of fucking dumbasses.

Maybe I am smarter than I seem. But what if I'm not.
Maybe I'm only smart at one thing, but I can't achieve the rest.
That goes for Math, Additional Math, Accounts and ..um..
I think I'm just bad with numbers. :|

But oh well, I've decided to have some fun with free surveys and whatnot. They're already pasted on my myspace. As much as I look down on myspace, I still can't help that I got all the members of The Horrors to add me on their myspace. *blushes*
Yes, Coffin Joe first added me. Then Spider Webb, and then my dear sexually confused Tomethy Furst, and Faris Badwan. But somehow, Josh Von Grimm Vibestation won't. He probably thinks he's too good for himself. But nevermind.

Anyway, here's the survey I took. Now at least my readers have a chance to know me. Better. Or lesser.

TELL ME ABOUT YOURSELF - The Survey
Name:	Jenna Talia
Birthday:	August 20th
Birthplace:	In this thing I was in, I saw like faeces and shit. *gasps* I'm an ass child!
Current Location:	Chair
Eye Color:	Shit brown
Hair Color:	shit black
Height:	Shorter than Austin's penis
Right Handed or Left Handed:	Right handed.
Your Heritage:	Oyster
The Shoes You Wore Today:	Your tongue
Your Weakness:	My boobs. I think they're magnificent. I could ravish them right now!!!
Your Fears:	Your tongue
Your Perfect Pizza:	Your tongue
Goal You Would Like To Achieve This Year:	Maintain the number of fingers and toes I have.
Your Most Overused Phrase On an instant messenger:	Say hello to Urethra Franklin!
Thoughts First Waking Up:	I wonder if I have a Rubik's cube in my twat.
Your Best Physical Feature:	My breasts and eyes. =..
Your Bedtime:	I sleep when my dog sleeps
Your Most Missed Memory:	Sleeping with a horse
Pepsi or Coke:	Oyster sauce
MacDonalds or Burger King:	Now, that's a hard one!
Single or Group Dates:	Single. I'm selfish. [group dates = orgies]
Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea:	Neither
Chocolate or Vanilla:	Vanilla
Cappuccino or Coffee:	Cappucino because I'm so chic! NOT
Do you Smoke:	Yeah. My twat is smokin!
Do you Swear:	Are you fucking kidding? Of course I don't fucking swear!
Do you Sing:	In the jungle, the mighty jungle. The lion sleeps tonight....
Do you Shower Daily:	*in the tune of The Lion Sleeps Tonight* OUIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII....
Have you Been in Love:	Oh yes! I fondle Liza Minelli all the time!
Do you want to go to College:	Maybe
Do you want to get Married:	Yes. I want to make 10 babies and then sell them off when they're 6. And make some more!
Do you belive in yourself:	To eat, yes!
Do you get Motion Sickness:	Do you know how I know I get Motion Sickness? My nipples get hard.
Do you think you are Attractive:	My nipples seem to think so.
Are you a Health Freak:	Oh yes! I wash my bed sheets everyday.
Do you get along with your Parents:	Mhmm.
Do you like Thunderstorms:	No. It means that I've been making fun of Kurt Cobaine.
Do you play an Instrument:	I spoon!!! ..m/
In the past month have you Drank Alcohol:	Surprisingly no. *sobs*
In the past month have you Smoked:	I don't smoke. My twat does. So why not ask her.
In the past month have you been on Drugs:	Yep! Cough syrup!
In the past month have you gone on a Date:	No. But I did make out with a cardboard cut-out of Muse.
In the past month have you gone to a Mall:	Yes! I bought me a doily.
In the past month have you eaten a box of Oreos:	Nope ..Hm, I wonder if I lost weight..
In the past month have you eaten Sushi:	Nope
In the past month have you been on Stage:	No. But I did tell people to shut up.
In the past month have you been Dumped:	Yes.
In the past month have you gone Skinny Dipping:	Nope. I miss it. I miss contaminating the pool with my twat juice!
In the past month have you Stolen Anything:	Yes. A book.
Ever been Drunk:	Um no.
Ever been called a Tease:	All the time. I'm beginning to worry.
Ever been Beaten up:	Yes. But I couldn't control myself.
Ever Shoplifted:	Hmm. German Kohl. Chatuchak Market, Bangkok. 2005.
How do you want to Die:	I want Pete Doherty to beat me up senseless. And then write "EYE NOE U ARR STOOPEED COPPERS"
What do you want to be when you Grow Up:	A bus driver
Is your name Kyle Asselin::	Kyle Asselin? The bloke who got his cock bitten off by a donkey?! Hell no!!!
In a Boy/Girl..
Favourite Eye Color:	Something dreamy.
Favourite Hair Color:	Dark. Dark. I don't have a preference. :|
Short or Long Hair:	Long hair. I want to piss me mom off!
Height:	Hung like a horse. [Tall]
Weight:	I ain't dating no walrus.
Best Clothing Style:	Michael Jackson/ salsa dancer
Number of Drugs I have taken:	A tad bit.
Number of CDs I own:	Less than mine. Or else I'll be jealous
Number of Piercings:	Don't mind. As long I won't get my tonsils stuck to your cock.
Number of Tattoos:	Hmm..I'd love them to be hidden.
Number of things in my Past I Regret:	Sleeping with a horse
CREATE YOUR OWN! - or - GET PAID TO DEVIRGINZE HERMIONE GRANGER!

Wily Ole Big F's Mini Survey of exciting questons
Do you prefer sleeping or eating?	Sleeping. Can't get enough of it.
When was the last time you took your younger sibling to the cinema?	I don't have a younger sibling.
Who are you, and why?	I'm Jenna Talia. Because I rhyme with genitalia.
Who is your favourite Rotter?	Dog shit
Why?	Because it shits.
Do you prefer Robot girls or Human girls?	Human girls. They're soft. And warm. And pretty. And charming. And wet. And natural. I can go on all day!
If someone stabbed you with a cigarette, what would you do?	Spit into his mouth and stab his eye with a lighted ciggarette. =D
What colour hair do you wish you had?	Chocolate shit brown with Urine blonde highlights
If someone holds a camera to your face, what do you do?	Tell that person I'm John Lennon.
What is your favourite fruit?	Testicles
What is your favourite colour?	Purrple.
Juice or Alcohol?	Both? :|
What is your favourite kind of nut?	Testicl'es.
What nationality is your cleaner?	Chick. =D
Have you ever been to a Gay club?	I'd love to! <3
Do you own a Jumpsuit?	Part of it..
Do you ever refer to yourself in the third person?	Yes. That's the only way I get candy.
On a scale of 1-10, how much do you like wrapping paper?	8
CREATE YOUR OWN! - or - GET PAID TO BE HARRY POTTER!