I swear we're not Santa

Mine's on schedule. And it has been for quite some time.



But if you want random.

"Damn" is a Latin word and it means condemnation. There is once a very intellectual lady pope who died a horrible horrible death after they found out she's a lady when her baby popped out of her uterus during a pope convention thing in public and they all thought the baby was an Antichrist. After that, they invented a chair where you can look up the pope's skirt to see if he's really a dude. Also, apparently it is physically impossible for Italians to grow beards.



And here's uplifting.

In the play Julius Caesar, Marc Antony starts a triumvirate with Octavius and Lepidus. Once in charge, Marc Antony starts murdering the Romans, including his own cousin, so his army gets more money from Julius Caesar's will so they can win against in-the-closet Brutus and faggy bi-polar Cassius. Marc Antony wants to kill Lepidus because he thinks Lepidus is dumb and as useful as a horse but Octavius says "LOLWAT. PAY ATTENTION TO THE BATTLE" and since Marc Antony secretly wants to bang Octavius, he didn't kill Lepidus.

In the end, Marc Antony wins against goody-goody-two-shoes Brutus (who kills himself when he found Cassius dead beside the dead body of Cassius's lover bestfriend, what'shisname, who killed himself when he found out Cassius killed himself because he thought what'shisname was killed by their enemies). Although it was Marc Antony's army that won the battle for them, Octavius becomes the leader of the homoerotic Roman(s?) and their swooshy white dresses after the battle because he's Julius Caesar adopted son or something.

So Shakespeare is telling us that it's okay to be an a-hole who backstabs people; in fact you'll succeed in life if you are one. But you can be the leader if you're more focused on what you want to do. And know someone who used to be a leader and are like "YO HOMIE *secret handshake here*" with him/her. That-one-dude's words ring true when he says, "Shakespeare is a homo."









GODDAMN YOU I'M TRYING TO STUDY FOR MY EXAM IT IS IN TWO WEEKS OR SOMETHING OH GOD WHAT REALLY HAPPENS IN JULIUS CAESAR

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*brushes away all the cobwebs, vacuums all the dust bunnies and gasaks away all the taie cicak*

God damn it's been ages since anyone's posted in here. Kurang ajar.. Blog sorang2 active masih tapi ani nada kamu ingau ah? Cis... If this place was a dog.. eh haram... If this place was a cat, cangkir sudah ni nada kana bagi makan, love nor affection.

Are you all too busy with your lives to give a rat's ass about this place we used to consider our very own little cyber patch of heaven? Are you too cool to admit that you're a Panatzorist? No more uplifting, random posts? No more, looking back on the good times? No more, all for one and one for all?

No. You're all too busy shopping. Or hanging out with friends. Or seeing some boy. Or eating junk. Guess this place is dead after all...

My pathetic speech to make you guys guilty. Come one guys, post something once in a while. Let's get this show back on the road eh?

I miss how things use'd to be...

...we write poklen poems.

Here's to you.

Everytime someone says this place is dead
My heart gets chipped in the corners
as it overflows with dread
It may be apparent, It may be true
But don't want to believe it
I refuse to accept the truth

Cos this blog represents the best thing in my life
it represents the relationship I have with my pals
So if this place is abandoned and left to rot
what does that say about us?
Do you want me to stop?

Distance destroys everything
Love fades because of it
but I thought we all could last
I thought we could reach the summit

So please don't say this blog is dead
even though it may be true
cos this is all I have right now
It's the only thing that links me to you




AKU EMO PASAL AKU NDA BEDUIT. Plus I think I sound gay XD

I can't believe I still haven't found my missing Panatzorists dogtag.

This sucks ):
PISS.

Hey ho, a not-so-depressing post for once. Yes, I, Syazwana Bte Haji Souyono, proud 3rd Granddaughter of Dato Haji Mustafa and foe to your pet hamsters, shall break out of this boohoo-we're-not-in-the-same-continent shit and shall go back to doing what we panatzorists do best; babble.

As some of you might know, I am currently studying in an all girls school. This experience has been both pure turtore but also trivial. It has really got my head thinking. What've I been thinking about, you ask?

Boobs and balls.

Well, selalu plang ku pikirkan but not in this context.

Here I see boobs every waking hour, in school I see girls with the top half of their buttons popped open and at the college house, girls in bras and towels. I get the boob parade at the college house but the cleavage fiesta in school? Ludacris.

Mainly because, it's a friggin all girls school. There's no one to impress! Unless of course, you plan to hook up with the fat physics teacher, the bald lab technician or the peverted school cook. In which case, boh kadui you have issues. Boys don't have this problem do they? They don't walk around with their dangly bits dancing around. They don't open their zip to let their 'buddy' take a peek. Why why WHY?!

If they can keep their privates locked away then why can't we girls? Have we no self worth? Have we no other way of attracting members of the opposite gender? I just don't get it. I just don't. So whoever does, please feel free to onlighten me.

Thank you.