Sgt. Hassan's Pride

Zits has always been my fav daily dose of newspaper toon that reflects us youths. Next to the strip about a boy and his imaginary tiger buddy of course. But having been a devoted follower of the life of a typical American middle-class teen that is, Jeremy, fun comes in two things. Moronic intelligence (using silly conotations for blurting out numbing, dead-pan brilliance of one-liners) and tons of alternative approach of dealing with the parents' constant nagging and redundant comments in a not so derhaka kinda way. Jeremy's struggle to cope with his parents expactations (which he - most of the time - never cared about) and the parents' rock-hard determination in striving to understand and 'blend' into the slacker lifestyle of their teenage son has always been an amusing topic to ramble on and on about since the comic's inception. Jeremy has this thing going on with Sara and I tell you, they're not the best of couples. It's not that they're disgustingly kinky or insensitively idiotic but if you're looking for sweet puppy love romance, go and find yourself one of those Sweet Valley High novels. I believe that the both of them are a teenage version of Jeremy's cool-wannabes parents but without the trying-to-hard-to-be-cool enthusiasm. Hector is always seen hanging out with Jeremy. Mostly during the summer breaks. He has this unique-cool-bizzare ability of growing (spurting would better justify it) a beard in mere seconds! How cool can an uncool school boy get? But my preferred cast of all, Pierce. The way he's drawn is such that it reminds me of my high school senior which name I don't know of. Same goes with the persona. Very much alike. In today's strip, he was asked by Jeremy what's was the status of his relationship with this particular girl. His answer was the defining definition of the term 'couple' ever said by man:


Hillariousness....

Wondering about this entry's title you say? Heh. I'm sworn to secrecy so unveiling is not an option. Announcement: From this entry onwards, I hereby announce that a gutsy, Lomo-craving femme fatale will be occasionally mentioned as Zul (Jangan marah eh. Nanti kene jual). Whenever I feel like doing so that is. Speaking of the devil, I have to keep reminding myself that I owe her a CD. Don't worry Zul, I've made my promise and I am a man of my word (at least I'm trying to be one). Also been having a dying urge to engage in a face-to-face yak session with you. Arghh. Only a month left. A scarry, horrid month.

Fuzzy's probably touched down in KL by now. Yes Subang, she's back. Beware! The main factor of her going home is none else than to comfort and be comforted by lil' Pedro, Subang's very own Simba. Apparently he was 'abused' by a vet last week so mummy Fuzzy has to go boogie woogie her sicky silly kitty. I fucked up my Speaking Test. Yay! (No, I'm still sane) Screw the marks. I felt wickedly good.

Shit. I need to go back. I don't want to go home.

Be nice & happy hunting everyone.

-I need you. Whomever you may be. I need you-