Give me a Fucking break!

As I mentioned before, I’m doing an IB diploma.
I’m weird, so I think it’s fun. But fucking hell, we get a mad amount of homework.

I just did 3 hours worth of math homework, and I haven’tfinished it yet! … and lemme tell you, I’m pretty quick when it comes to math.
I also did 2 pages of importance of the streetcar and the trunk in The Streetcar Named Desire for English.
I wrote a fucking essay on population growth for Environmental System.
And to fucking add onto that, I did an hour worth of Spanish revision since the class is going at a mental pace.

Total amount of time spent on homework = VERY FUCKING LONG.

I wouldn’t be complaining if I actually left all my homeworks until the weekends. But this is how it’s been for the last few days (since school started)

I still have to research stuff on Sea cucumbers, a penis shaped marine animal.
Now I shall rename it the Sea Penis… it also ejaculates a cum-like liquid for self defense. Cool innit?

And behold, the most adorkablest creature of the seven seas, a Nudibranch!!!

OMYGOSH!

So now I’m going to procrastinate and go watch a DVD I bought; FLASH, THE TV SERIES:DDD
I’m like a protagonist of a Greek tragedy… one day IB’s gonna come bite at my ass. But at the moment I don’t care, because I’m gonna go fill myself with awesomeness.

NERD FIGHTERS, Hah!

What it takes to be a Hero.

Lets face it, being a superhero nowadays is a hard business.

Everyone seems to have a fucking problem with each other. Everyone seems to have possession of a nuclear weapons. Everyone has their own army of deadly ninjas.
They all want to fuck each other up.

You’re running around saving people’s lives, but they’ll take a mick outta ya costume.

People will write slash fanfictions of you and your drinking buddies.

People will compare you with your Marvel counterpart. Now now, no one likes sibling comparisons.

If you get a bad writer, your reputation’s gonna go doooown hill. *shifty eyes at Beechen*

and we all know that comic book sales hasn’t been it’s best in the past few decades. Namely blaming the increase in cost, and younger generations not being interested in them.

… oh, and if the Didio-man hates ya, YOU’RE OUT!

In desperation to save the comic book sales, we’ve got Power Girl’s boobs growing bigger in every issue of JSA.

From modest-boob-no-cleavage…

to each-boobs-bigger-than-her-head…

Also sexual innuendos…

to kick-ass gay superheroes,

And also reviving silver-age characters… (who should just stay dead),

As well as “dramatic and tragic” deaths of the most loved superheroes, in attempt to strike up controversy and to get a “buzz” going…

… sadly, no one really cares about Connor’s death anymore, except for that whiny WW-wannabe.

But I think the biggest attempt to boost superhero comic books sales is a Multiverse/DCU/Marvel-Universe/Big event… like the Final Crisis and Civil War.
I’m not sure how Civil War’s doing, but so far Final Crisis hasn’t been as good as people were anticipating it to be.

I actually think FC: Rogues’ Revenge is better…

And lets not forget to kill/de-power/rape the super heroines and superhero-wives. :)

I don’t know… but most things in comics are now from a cookie-cutter.
See, it’s hard to be a superhero. If you’re a genuine, nice, smart do-gooder, you’re most likely to fail. But if you’re rude, dark and brooding, you’ll get Hollywood directors willing to kiss your hiney to make a movie about ya.

w0rd.
I feel like dying right now.

Good night ~.~

AHHHHHHHHH!

Liiiiiaaaaaar~!

,,,

If you know what I mean, two-thumbs up for being on the same wave-length as me. :D
Anyway that’s how my life for the past few day has been. School’s hectic as fuck, but I never thought I would enjoy it as much as I am right now.

But school’s eating up so much of Mao-time. Bombarded with homework on the first official week, and I’m too tired to blog when I get home.
I seriously want to blog about The Brave and The Bold #16 (Superman and Catwoman!), which I thought was an awesome read! They’re just really hilarious together! Props to Mark Waid (idk why, but I just keep coming across his stuff) … and about Batgirl #2, a. fucking. waste. if. time. I’m sure it’s buildingup to the big-awesome fight against Slade and Cain, but at this rate I’m gonna drop the title.

ok, that’s about all I’m gonna talk about comics today.

Now, to express my obscure love of school.
I’m doing a course called IB right now. I chose to do…

Film Studies,
Math Studies,
Environmental System and Society,
English,
Spanish abinitio,
and Psychology.

I was basically dreading all subjects except for Film Studies. But OMG I love all my classes x_x … with the exception of Spanish.
I feel like sucha nerd. I really enjoy going to school in general now.

Psychology is SO FUN that I really want to regurgitate all the stuff I’m learning onto your food. And I spend my class time regurgitating my opinion to everyone in the class.
oh, another not so funny, but funny, thing… I used to hate class discussions. But now, I like it a lot! But I still don’t like standing up and presenting stuff. bleh.

IB’s giving me so much confidence, it’s quite scary.

Another thing, English (Literature)!

Read the play! It’s a short read, but it’s just a really good book/play!
It’s just a phenomenal play, character-wise. The protagonist will make you hate her so much, but in the next scene you sympathise her. So you just can’t pinpoint how you feel towards her. And Tennessee William’s usage of connotation will make you go “Oooooh, that’s so clever!”.

Andand, another amazing thing about this play is that…. like… in novels/plays we’re used to character development throughout the story. But in Blanche’s case (the protagonist), instead of developing, her character reveals more about her real-self (I don’t want to spoil it >.<).
I just thought that was interesting.

After Streetcar, we’re gonna do The Bloody Chamber by Angela Carter.
Today I was talking about it, and in conclusion we think that if a modern-author wrote it, it would be an erotica.
Yay for necrophilia!

***

But on the bummer-side of school, I can’t go to my weekly Thursday visit to the comic bookstore.
Super-duper looking forward to Rogues’ Revenge! It ended with Zoom scouting Inertia to be his Kid Flash. Oh the drama!
On the Marvel side, I think Kick-Ass and Runaways is out.

:D

Nerdess is signing out!

A Cup of Superhero: Gambit

Gambi is love! <3

As much as I was tempted to say “He likes his beans French roasted ;) Meeeeow!”, or that he likes his coffee black and French pressed, I’ve concluded him as a…

Martini

Shaken, not stirred.

As much as I don’t like James Bond, I can’t help but to imagine Gambit in a tuxedo! nahahaha, squeee x3 <33!!!

***

It was end of another mad night at Club X. Customers were getting ushered out, and people who passed out were woken up… some without success, which was followed up by Big Bob leaving them out on the sidewalk. Everyone, including the DJ, were helping out to close club; mopping the floor, putting the stools up on the counter, washing the glasses etc.

In the distant, at the entrance of the club, a conversation could be heard;”Sorry chum, the clubs closed for the night. –No no, it’s closed for the night. It’s 7am!, come back in 12 hours from now — Hey! fuckin’ hell, who d’you think you are!!! Get back her you sonofa- UMPH!!!.”

Gambit came into view; “Sorry Remy, he’s new”.

He replies “ahh, so i’ve noticed.”

Remy walks over and leans on the bar counter, and with his prize winning smile he orders; “Mon chere, martini, sha-”.

“-Shaken not stirred, gotcha”.

I got to work. Flaired a little. His garnish of choice? Olives. Put a toothpick through. Served it straight-up.

He raises the cocktail glass, gesturing “cheers” and uses his front pearl-whites to pull off the olive. Instead of throwing the martini toothpickaway on the floor like most customers, he uses his powers to aim it for the rubbish bin. Bulls-eye. I watched his strong jaws breakdown the tiny olive, making a quiet crunching sound in the process. He takes a sip of the martini and says; “… always da best”

***

There was actually no significance of him wearing the tuxedo, but ah well.

lmfao, i like writing these shorts. Especially proud of truck driver Jack’s. I might be better off writing fanfics, but I know I’ll get bored and won’t finish it.

So how’s Gambit similar to a Martini?

No, it’s not because he’s “gay”.
No, it’s not because you think he’s “effeminate”.

Because it’s sexy! Yes, wielding around the flashy glass is sexy!

Gambit’s also a hilarious guy. With him, it’s a fun read. And I guess drinking martini’ll make you all drunk and fun. Now that I’ve said that, please don’t go around drinking and getting drunk.

Also, martini’s the sexiest drink of ‘em all (I feel so weird saying a drink’s good-looking), and Gambit’s the (3rd) sexiest superhero!
Perfecto!

Not Sexy

Not Sexy

SEXY!

Not Sexy
(sorry folks. But I do like Hugh Jackman!)

Not Sexy

SEXY!

… and I think martini’s a perfect drink for a ladies-man. ;D

You know how martini’s always accompanied by a garnish? Well the garnish is Rogue. And the martini toothpick can be his Bo-staff.
GambitxRogue FTW!

I’m not a X-Men fan, but I really enjoy Gambit (and Rogue)’s appearance in various medium. So I’m crossing my fingers for Gambit to be in the next X-men movie!, and you know who’s perfect for the roll? The guy who plays Sawyer in Lost!

Serve the fangirls some Gambit goodness!

A Cup of Superhero: Batman

Hah, the first drink that came to my mind was…

Espresso

Or better yet…

Double Espresso

Can it get any manly-er?

Espresso usually comes in shots, or in a smaller cup than your average coffee. This is because it’s REALLY concentrated. People at Starbucks won’t tell you this, but a whole liter of Espresso will probably kill you.
It’ll deprive you of your sleep. And without sleep your body will slowly lose it’s function. THEN YOU’LL DIE! … or it’s gonna clog your artery or something.
Who knows.

Give a cup of Espresso to a zombie. It’ll motherfucking sprint at your ass, and kill you! And being undead, it can run at your ass for the whooole day.

So how is Batman related to a shot of Espresso?
For one, he probably drinks a whole load of it. By day he’s Bruce Wayne, by night he’s Batman. Go figure how he goes on without sleep.
… And you know that evil doesn’t sleep!

You could say cappuccino, macchiato, lattes and other caffeine drinks are bitches of Espressos’… because espresso is the base of those drinks. It’d be pimping! And you know Batman, he’d rather be the leader. If he isn’t the leader, he’ll make himself the leader. If Batman goes to a S&M club, he would probably be a sadist. And when he tells you to shut up, you better shut up. Or else he’s gonna ice you… or papa spank you?

As a female, I think Batman’s hot. Bruce Wayne’s hot too. Fucking hell, I like the mysterious thing going on with him, as well as his masculinity. And you know what people say about espressos… it’s the most manliest thing you can drink… and by “people” I meant me. Some might argue and say beer’s manly. No brotha! That’s where you’re wrong. When I think of beer, I think frat boys. Espresso? Mysterious manly sexiness.

So next time you want to impress a woman, order a double espresso, loud enough for her to hear. Next thing you know, she’ll be saying “Ooooh baby, serve me a smokin’ hot shot of your espresso!”
… I didn’t know you were a barista.

But it would probably help if you look like this…

Have a killer bod like this…

and have a pimp chair like this…

I hope I turned straight men gay.

:)

Oh, and if you’re in a relationship with Batman, you have to be bitch. So when Batty-boy wants a sandwich; “BITCH! Go make me a sandwich”, you go make him a sandwich. :) Or else he’ll denounce you and get his way because he’s “goddamn Batman” (refer to the picture below).

Some of you may sum him up as a spoilt brat who got everything and anything whenever he wanted… But think about it, he didn’t have a mommy or a daddy growing up. He’s still traumatized and felt inferior about the whole tragedy, and I’m well sure he has superior complex. So when he’s being a bossy-boot, think of him as a retarded kid with a tantrum.

That fucking Batman!!! He’s just a retarted kid with a tantrum… He’s just a retarted kid with a tantrum… He’s just a retarted kid with a tantrum… He’s just a retarted kid with a tantrum… He’s just a retarted kid with a tantrum… He’s just a retarted kid with a tantrum… He’s just a retarted kid with a tantrum…