[i regret titling my previous post as the Day's sentence. because i obviously have many other things to blog about for the day too dont i]
Pikachu.
it's the mascot for Pokemon since, like, meh. but then again that's exactly why it's my least favourite Pokemon. i may have a Pikachu hanging on my backpack, and a Pikachu dustcap sleeping on my phone, but that doesnt mean i actually like it.
come on, there are about 650 pokemon in the goddamn world of Pokemon. you'd think there'd be cute Charmander keychains or Sandshrew dustcaps or Mew earpieces but no. Pikachu. [if there are Pokemon merchandise at all]
Pikachu was fine in the beginning of the entire series, back in episode 1 where it was a stubborn and fat little thing. it was adorable then. but it grew skinnier and more attached to Ash and it just didnt seem the same anymore.
i never understood why Team Rocket was so desperate to steal Ash's Pikachu. their effort could have been made to catch their own Pichu and train and evolve it to a stronger Pokemon.
and goddamn it! they have a talking Meowth. that should be far more valuable than the lousy old common electric mouse.
you'd think by now Pikachu would be a strong ass Pokemon, having gone through a thousand battles and training in five different regions. but hell no, he got defeated by a level 5 Snivy in the fifth region it stepped in.
yupp. my least favourite Pokemon is the mascot itself.
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we had dinner at Maccy D, and we made a fool out of ourselves while buying our food. i asked him to go ahead and buy his food first but he wouldnt want to leave me alone.
i needed to take care of my laptop, and he kept insisting on just leaving it there on the table! i couldnt! it's my prized possession, and i paid my hard-earned money for the goddamned thing.
"nenek pesan, jangan tinggalkan laptop sembarang!" i announced.
in the end, i went with him to the counter with my laptop in tow. he whispered fiercely at me [though with a smile on his face], "you're embarrassing me!!"
talked about the silliest little things, laughing when the other is annoyed, as always. and i told him about my bad day, and he stroked my chin every now and then as a way of comfort.
and although we are poor people with a worrying mother [his] and grandmother [mine] waiting at home, we decided to get tickets for the 7:40 show for Man of Steel.
we took these pictures while waiting for the 40 minutes to pass. i find them really adorable! he's adorable. *blush* he's so handsome but he will never be able to see it.
Man of Steel was awesome, though not as much as expected. [never been a fan of science-y movies] 'Aamir and i kept snickering at the stupidest little details of every scene, i couldnt help it!
i held his hand during the times when someone's life was at risk, or when two people were hugging and caressing each other in comfort.
and there we have it. i'd like to write about my bad day too but it's okay. it's all past, and at least 'Aamir made me happy at the end of it all.
like what i've been telling people lately: [you're gonna expect this]
if the sun ever gets blocked by dark and grey clouds when you're swimming, you're gonna have to decide if you want to stay in the pool or get out and go home. i'd tell you to stay. because the clouds are gonna clear and you can enjoy the rest of the day enjoying your swim; and when people ask you how was your swim, you're gonna tell them how much you enjoyed it, without a single mention of the dark clouds that had threatened to rain on you that day.
so i shall now think of a title for this post.
i cant help but name it Man of Steel with my man of steel. because 'Aamir is the strongest man i've ever known, for pushing his way through the walls i built around me, for seeing through me and knowing how lonely i was, for enduring the pain i brought to him.
yupp. aint no man of steel like my man of steel.
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