Phototrace

Hi guys. This place has become so silent, outdated, and still, creepy. Damn, I guess I put it into hiatus and did not realise it.


Ok, I'll find a reason. How about this, I'm busy because I'm working on something good... 


But actually, I do. 

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TADA

Phototrace.

It's still far away from finished...

Got her from this photo.

That's what we called phototracing. It started as a New Year present for my classmates. 

It's just OK, and I'm improving.

Some were good, and some were bad. Quality depends on the photo. Guess where I am.

But another example I've got from the internet shows that I am still nothing.

This one is absolutely nice... and fiery :p



















A calming pic after that one. :D























BUT LOOK!
NOW THESE ARE AMAZING!











Man, suddenly I just felt like a dwarf...
Gotta get out of this damn Ninja Saga and start working.

This blog is back into indefinite hiatus.
Bye.
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Enggris Please, For All Satanic Things

Humans, ourselves said, are the most intelligent living being in the known universe, or at least the known Earth. Looking (figuring, I should say - only a part of our history were written. The rest are mounds of boney earth, enriched with Carbon - 14 isotope) to our past, the first appearance of Homo sapiens, our kind, could be dated back to 200,000 years ago. What a bunch of old wise men we are.

Speaking about intelligence, I suddenly pulled something buried beneath ashes, broken fridge. Intelligence... what it says... it's something "ability to reason..." "use language..." whatever. Search Wiki. F.Y.I, a Language is is a particular kind of system for encoding and decoding info. (Straight from my Encyclopedia)

Speaking about language...

Oh please stop use "speeking about" I tired it is bored. Enggris please?

No, I created it myself. No - one is foolish enough to write that broken Enggeris, in my age. 

But I wonder whether this has correlation with person's character and culture. Yes, the language. It seems to me that language depicts its users. Here are some examples :

Brit. Engl : Taking every latin - based languages' vocabs.

Users      : Taking over the world on the past, leaving Commonwealth Nations scattered over the world.

Ame. Engl  : Fast and distinct.

Users      : Slow coach potatoes and indifferent.

Indonesian : So simple yet confusing.

Users      : Applies for the girls.

Malaysian  : Quite odd.

Users      : Very odd.

Japanese   : Writing pictures.

Users      : Producing (nude) pictures.

Arabic     : Write from right to left, fighting the stream.

Users      : Currently fighting the world, and are always right.

(Just kidding. The list above are modified form of common stereotypes which could be found everywhere.)

Seriously, our language shows our inner self and intelligence. A person able to speak a lot of languages are quite rare. Since I use three, you can call me... 

Just forget it. My Hanyu's terrible.
Make penfriends, not friend pens.

Ciao,
Manh Xa - Khaia

Bananas

It is said that a lot of people found their inspiration inside the bathroom. It works well on me, public restroom in my case. While taking a poo, I decided to write about it, complete with my experience.

Every few hours, a contraption consisting of 70% water, 20% carbon, 8% minerals, 1% poisonous thingies (artificial colouring, sweetener, formaldehyde, borax, Rhodamin B, etc) and 1% friendship, namely human body, dumps several hundred grams of chemicals called poop AKA banana AKA muffin.

These are bananas...

And this is a muffin.

The poo itself is not much a problem, despite the stink; the main problem comes when quantity increases while decreasing output's quality.

OOOOH SHIT!

No, mine was not that bad. It was still solid, solid enough to drop straight the hell hole... and the resulting splash breached the water closet's borders. I had to take a bath after - can't sacrifice my family's health. But it's still exhausting - sometimes it just went wrong and stuck inside, requiring extra power. Five times a day. Dare to beat my score?

Of course, I can take medications to stop the natural plumbing system. The only problem is that the medicine ceased it too perfectly the last time I used it. So perfect that I felt like a black hole - what comes in doesn't come out. Great outer space experience for three days, I should say.

Of course, my mother was curious.
"Kevin, when did the last time you had a poo?"
"Don't even remember. Maybe before you gave that chemical tablet thingies?"

My mother stopped the prescription.

Soon after the medicine subsided, the Black Hole collapsed into another hole called WC. The moment after, suddenly, the second Universe was created, along with Big Bang. Millions of bacteria entered this new world to do decomposing, eating, and conquering my septic tank's contents.

After all those (literal) shit, I went to the fridge and pulled out loads of healthy, juicy, fibrous tropical fruits from it, and ate them all. Hope that won't happen again.

Make up your mind and yell out something great, not something crap (like this story of course)

Ciao,
Manh Xa - Khaia

Explosive

Tired with your life? Wanna get famous now and die one hour later? Wanna get Blue Whale on Twitter? Then you've come to the right place! Just tweet some bad jokes from MANH & CO and be famous! Favourite quotations including: 

"Every BlackBerry user is Alay" by Rana Auliani; 

"What Goes Around Comes Around" by Justin Timberlake; and 

"The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog" by... um... just forget it. 

Remember, with a LOW, LOW cost of being confronted by the whole nation. What are you waiting for? Be famous. Be cool.

That was the <sarcasm> best </sarcasm> ad ever. That will surely flame the whole Indonesia, at least areas which had been infected by Twitter, or Alays, or BlackBerry. Any of them. 


I wonder,if I ignited a match in a room full of BlackBerry users, would they burn?
We should be ashamed to ourselves - where is our self control? Where is our so - called hospitality? 

:@ :@ :@ :@ :@

We look like a pack of chirping (or tweeting, maybe) monsters now. What the world will say?


Make friends, not trending topics.


Ciao,
Manh Xa - Khaia

2010

"HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!"

Oh, no, I'm not really that enthusiastic. Especially because I'm sure I'll keep myself zolo. Means solo. Means 2010.

However flat these days are, at least I'll be back to school. (After waking up from a long dream of being an alien, 1th January wasn't very useful at all - I'm still sleepy. Literally, after get to bed late for... 2 weeks? I'm not sure.) Never, never in my life before (exception for EF and AIR - and both are too late, when I realised what are friends) I want to talk with them. They are not strangers anymore, not after I opened my cloak.

The entire school have to wait, though.

-_-_-_-_-_-

While I'm desperate for company, the others are craving for them. They hate people, but they need them to exist. After all, they have given all their life - even their secrets, lies, tears - for public consumption.

Celebrities. Let's get off the topic a bit.

:s :s :s :s :s

Basically, there are three types of energy in this world : Kinetic, Potential, and (Money). And celebrities had a lot of the lattest. Lots. Lots and lots. And lots are always dangerous, especially parking lot, if you have Aston Martin Vanquish. Their (Money) energy often reaches dangerous levels that might do harm to them, like narcotics, divorce, and a dress which is too long and make them fall from the 8th floor. And remember the Law of Energy :

"Energy under normal conditions cannot be created or destroyed, simply transformed from one type of energy to another."

- Anonymous Genious

Of course, this is their approach for a new year : new Hot News. And they will spend their (Money) energy for fame, more money, and Louis Vuitton.

Of course, everyone wants to be like them - so most everyone try to do what they do. Wasting money. Artificial beauty. Famous kids. The teen world suddenly separated with a fissure, differs Exist gals and guys with those under. Alays are not included.

Another possibilities that burns (Money) energy while increasing your fame including :

- Go for a professional makeover and ask for a Special Packet including :

        > Creambath

        > Blow

        > Trend - setter haircut

        > Comfy seat

        > Makarizo

        > Scissors that does not hurt

        > Handsome plastic face (Wait. Only some can afford this.)

        > etc. (I ran out of ideas)

- Make a party all night all day with either your money, or your parents'.

- Sex scandal video (Million bucks to shut their mouth...)

- B.A.S.E jumping without a parachute (cancel your insurance before).

- Fame - seeking based charity (Real celebs only. Not for Exist teens).

- Holiday in Japan - make sure to use Yen for a maximum impact on your balance sheet.

- Holiday in Bangka - in a rainy day, with thunders that picks everything, even ground - level buildings.

- Holiday in Bermuda Triangle - your family will do the job by spending your money to find you.

And other crazy things just like last year.

:-| :-| :-| :-| :-|

Can you see what's the problem now? I'm fed up with them. They are part of New Year's fake happiness, entertaining fools, entertained fouls, everything which is nothing. Can't we just change? Why wait for a new year? I made the New Year change by changing my attitude to my friends, and what I think about them.

But I can't stand the people. Hedonists, I should say, for they only accept happiness. Faux felicita. False happiness.

I'm sorry. I don't know what to do with this nation. My nation.

This is 2010 man. Make changes, not debts.

Ciao,

Manh Xa - Khaia

poetry |ˈpōətrē; ˈpōitrē|

noun

literary work in which special intensity is given to the expression of feelings and ideas by the use of distinctive style and rhythm; poems collectively or as a genre of literature : he is chiefly famous for his love poetry.

• a quality of beauty and intensity of emotion regarded as characteristic of poems : poetry and fire are nicely balanced in the music.

• something regarded as comparable to poetry in its beauty : the music department is housed in a building that is pure poetry.

ORIGIN late Middle English : from medieval Latin poetria, from Latinpoeta ‘poet.’ In early use the word sometimes referred to creative literature in general.

I have realized since long that my lazy brain likes dreaming, wondering... without any point at all. Without some intelligence to control it, the result would be catastrophic. As the result, I put all those things my brain tries to claim as its product, when it's only cliche things happened in my life.

Like this.

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Keringat bercucuran membasahi dahiku.

Mataku berlinang hantu yang hidup segan mati tak mau. Tercium daging yang membusuk, makin lama makin bau. Rangka yang tersisa, tulang - tulang yang tak lagi bersatu.

Ada orang berkata, segala yang buruk pasti akan tercium baunya. Deodoran sepuluh botol pun takkan mampu menyembunyikan aromanya. Kalau begitu, tinggal tunggu waktu saja sebelum orang menelanjangi kubur para pendosa.

Dan peluh menyiram cangkulku, cangkul yang menerabas batuan yang menghalangiku. Napasku makin memburu, makin nafsu. Kututup mataku, kulenyapkan ngeriku, kurangsang birahiku.

Aku mengangkat mayat itu, matanya memantulkan wajahku.

Nothing could be worse.

You're Not Alone

PHALANX MANH XA - KHAYA

PRESENTS

SPECIAL HALLOWEEN POST !

Oh man, I missed the Sumpah Pemuda (Youth's Vow) moment as I was extremely busy... with my  math grades.

26.

30.

34.

38.

Yes, I'm serious. I don't know how my grades increase REALLY steady.

 So what I'm going to do? Halloween? I don't know much to do, I don't really celebrate it. It has the concept of death and life, the last thing I want to hear. So I don't know what to do.

Look, how creative Benazio is:

Ok, now pocong is compulsory for every halloween party.

However, I consider myself as a fair storywriter, and that's what I'm going to do.

 
Enjoy yourself :)

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Indonesia Lagi

Gue gak tau kenapa, tapi gue ngerasa ada jarak antara gue dan temen SD gue.

Malu, takut, atau autis?

Dogs Don't Bite Man(h)

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> So here I am, Phalanx Manh Xa_Khaya, an alien from a Mahnus race, caught an eye of a Canis familiaris, commonly known as "Dogs". I know you humans aren't interested in "Dog bites (hu)man" news.
But after all, I'M NOT A HUMAN, right? :D
If "Dog Bites Man", that's not news.
If "Man Bites Dog", that's news.
If "Dog Bites Alien", I'm as good as dead. Because its bite could infect me.

//.//

All this started this evening (16.29.07/08/08/09), when I was standing at the front of my host human's house.

//WHOO. Thriller.//

> Shut up.

//.//

Suddenly, a black, fangy, hideous - looking dog came from the left and hugged me, like he (I consider animals are supposed to be called "he" and "she", they're living beings just like us),  was going to F**K me.

//OOOOH! COO CWIIIT.//

> SHUT UP.

//.//

> Looks like the dog was quite hungry (or perhaps, he knew who I am - dogs have really sharp noses, and my odor smells different from humans). Instinctly, I beated its head with my hand - and the primitive, instinct - driven fight started. If only I could use my Glafft staff....

//So beat it! Just beat it!//

> SHUT UP!

Okay, let's go on.

I felt lucky since I knew how to face this species pretty well from the television (Thank you Logie Baird), just lower your stance and stand them face - to - face. Running will only make them even more aggresive. Every time he tried to bite me, I gave him a shock. Shock, retreat, turn around and chasing each other in a circle, trying to avoid physical battle, and FOR FARS_TE'S SAKE, that was exhausting.

After five minutes doing (nearly) non - physical combat, however, I managed to escape, since I successfully made five meters from him, slowly walking backwards, and get the Pros't_h away. Phew.

If the battle continued for additional five minutes, I could've bitten him. But that wouldn't taste very good. Like Gary. 

Gary?

Gary?

Oops, he's angry. Betted leave now before he injected some viruses.

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Hmm I'm A Nuisance

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Whenever I meet someone in the net, and his/her personality clicks with me, EVERYTHING I say always sounds annoying. Or perhaps I think it's annoying. Or rude. Or anything anti-social.

Perfect definition : A nuisance.

After a bit of retrospection (it takes a lot to remember a bit), here's the list of my past... mistakes? (Blunder? Errors? Carelessnesses? All's ok.)

- 1X : Messed with my friend's MSN (oh yeah she put an eternal rivality with me since)
- occasionally : can't - stop - talking!
- a lot of times : even interrupted my friends, like i'm the sole speaker and my life is the main storyline.
- aaaaah I can't even remember how often : my (huge, vast, immense, gigantic, very big, great, giant, massive, colossal, mammoth, tremendous, mighty, monumental, epic, prodigious, mountainous, king-size(d), titanic, towering, elephantine, gargantuan, Brobdingnagian, mega, monster, whopping, humongous, jumbo, astronomical, ginormous)* curiousity! How often I used to peep into a big secret or someone's privacy.... Or at least accidentally insult another blogger.

No wonder people's hatred grows time after time. I've changed a lot, but I wonder if that is ever enough for everyone.

Perhaps it's because I talk to everyone like I know them? It's just because I'm too friendly, or too confident. I wonder what would happen if I lowered my attitude span a bit... what do you think? Please tell me, I'd be grateful.

Well, I'll be seeing your thoughts in your comments... or maybe not. Let's see if I can g
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My Inconsistent Inconsistence

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is my hidden indecisive attitude. No, not about my principals. But tasks.

I have a story that I've been working on it about.... 6 years. And I HAVEN'T finished it.

I have a crush on a girl for a long time.... 6 months. And I HAVEN'T even decided whether I really want her or not.

And now, I have to decide whether I WANT to post this thing or not. Luckily I have decided. It took several minutes though.

SO...

Once, I decided to end this!

Everytime I take too much time to make a decision, I slap myself.
Pros:
>That's one good motivation (who wants to slap yourself, tell me)
>Sometimes it gives me a great idea
Cons:
>It hurts
>Evereyone will think I'm stupid
>(It's true, though)

But then, I think I'd better use a better motivation. For example, now I'll finish my story for someone :D.

So 7tn0(fbw3T*W&^B083
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