Zaidon(an amalgamation of the names, Zainal and Zordon) celebrates in a cute or kawaii-giggling-japanese-schoolgirl kind of way as the zeo megazord triumphs over evil alien forces who possess superior space-age technology but communicate through the primitive act of squawking or the more popular keeping mum yet again.. While i (in yellow looking ruggedly-handsome in a pirate-ish sort of way) ponder over the next generation zord chassis designs to draw up.. to ensure the survival of earth and its inhabitants..


Zeo Megazord
When things get too tough for the Zeo Zords, they can combine and form the Zeo Megazord. Usually in warrior mode with the Zeo V battle helmet, the Zeo Megazord can wear the helmet of the other four Zeo Zords as well. The Zeo Megazord presumably remains in storage in the Zeo Zord holding bay.
source: http://www.rangercentral.com/prz-zd-zeo.htm

*just kidding, this photo was snapped at the recent platform4 rapping competition by a guy called freakyZ where zordon oops i mean zainal got into the grand finals.. hoorah..

Zordon
Being trapped in a time warp doesn't stop this wise old sage from fighting evil. He gathered together the Rangers and has guided them since day one in protecting the planet from aliens. Zordon sacrificed his life to destroy the evil forces attacking the universe in Power Rangers in Space.
source : http://www.rangercentral.com/prz-allies.htm

Zordon teaches us that possessing a dumb face in a holographic tube doesnt stop you from being famous.. You'd have fans making an anthology of your epigrams and dressing up as you during halloween.. Floppy haired tweenagers would strain their throats to mimic your deep-droning voice dripping in machismo to impress their buck-toothed girl friends.. Growing up idolising zordon means that my scrotum takes after him.. and i envy it/him/her for that.. for once.. i'd like to be bald, grey(sometimes a pale shade of blue), transmitting my suspiciously gay face onto a holographic tube and become an overlord to the power rangers where the fate of humanity rests upon my holographic scrotum thats bundled up in a holographic sock.. kinda like Zainal's day job..


Shes just here to entertain.. or would you rather one more pic of Zordon?


and now to prove that i dont look like zordon...


... and how zainal does...

I ran into the bathroom cubicle expecting to take a piss when i heard some mumbling.. "menyek menyek menyek" i thought some giggling teenage schoolgirl had smuggled herself in since their vocabulary was the same.. what with their much emphasised about self-discovery and in the process realising that their names are actually abbreviated from something like Judiee-Pooziee(which would be some form of declaration that "im-so-cute-cos-i-bastardise-my-name-teehee").. back to the cubicle... i couldnt find the schoolgirl who i assumed would have most probably have been attracted by my ruggedly-handsome charms.. so i unzipped my pants, ignoring the menyek-menyeks and found the source of the mumblings.. my buah pley(scrotum) was trying to talk to me.. in a deep, sensual but not too sultry kind of voice(kind of like a cross between ruben studdard and zordon from power rangers), he just wanted to say hi and had come up with a theory to why ive been afflicted by the accursed condition.. It would most probably been divine intervention since i was getting too cool for my own good.. thereby upsetting the coolness equilibrium in the world.. I gasped at the inequity.. i pitied the rest of humankind for not being as cool as me.. The unequal distribution of cool suddenly became apparent.. The bestowed coolness on the ninja muscle... and the disparity between us and the commonfolk was great.. too great.. and it was still growing.. I thanked my buah pley and did manage to talk for a bit, went on a few dates and eventually he gave me that "we are more than friends but less than a couple".. to which i gave him an uppercut of "talk to the hand.. you go girl!" and topped it off with a roundhouse kick of "we girls dont need men!".. I emerged out of the cubicle an "independent woman, biatch!!!".. then i realised.. this story is totally cool.. to the point that people would draw faces on their scrotums with markers to pretend they could talk with it just so they can tell a similar story.. woah..

Rock Star Syndrome?
..and then i entered the arab-themed cafe holding hands with my male partner(Zainal) just to see some kind of reaction from the other patrons.. We sniggered discreetly as we continued the act till the point we sat at our table.. With all eyes firmly on us, a chuckle escaped as i tried to bring it further by pretending to passionately make out.. We burst out laughing in front of the bewildered crowd, amused by our antics although i caught a few furrowed eyebrows.. We grinned like monkeys, did a 360 degree rotating move while humming techno tunes, spontaneously conjured up and threw in lyrics in some foreign language to boot..
Then we nearly fell into a conversational rut till i brought up the question of why we acted this way.. always.. how we dont follow the prescript of acceptable conduct and are attention seekers of the worst kind.. how we behave not to look cool/sachok/berg but just to annoy and get some sort of reaction from people.. then get addicted to it..
We concurred that it must be some kind of syndrome and then proceeded to name it the Rock Star Syndrome primarily to make it sound as cool as possible.. To name it that based on the fact that we do not display the conventional decorum that would be most socially acceptable.. The only diference being that we shy away from the shindigs and alcohol indulgences although we do have a stable of groupies at our beck and call.. haha.. woo..
We noticed a collective of individuals at the opposite table clearly unamused by our behaviour.. Their facial expressions said a thousand words, using my talent for reading facial expressions i managed to discern some sort of meaning to all of them.. It was something like.. 'Dont these guys abide to the unsaid but understood ordinance of "jangan malukan nama melayu"? Look at us.. we are exemplary models of our race, we wouldnt look foreign in the cast of Bara! Hmmph! Im in half a mind to berate them for their childish actions! They should act their age, like us! Right now lets just frown furiously at them and hope they get what we're trying to say! Everybody now!*Frowns*"
The barrage of passive disapproval made us grin wider as we rotated in our locked cross-legged positions to face them while smoking sheesha.. At this point of time, i noticed Zainal doing what he liked to do most, stroking himself.. which drew sighs of relief from the Bara group, cos at last, we did something they indulge heavily in.. So i kinda admired Zainal more after that, since i found out his idea of an introduction was, 'Hi, i like to stroke myself.. Can i be your friend?' At last i found out the real meaning of life, the reason for human existence, the noble drive to please everybody else but yourself(cept for the wanking part) through joining dikir barat, emulating a blatantly fake potrayal of polytechnic life from a drama series on TV and waiting for the day we die so we can realise all of this, then groan as some kind of lamentation when our hearts beat for the last time.. in all my uncouthly glory, ill have to say this to you..

like waves, death washes away creases in the sand
all the sandcastles tt we've built topple
all the holes tt we've dug to hide in are filled in
forget the ball-sucking past and smile at the necromancer that decides to interrogate the dead

A preview of my coming strip, "The Future is Man Boobs!"

Ive just been discharged from a week-long hospital stay and the doctors have indentified my condition as myasthenia gravis.. its something to do with the weakening of the muscle(s).. cos of nerve damage.. or something like that... its been a really tough time cos its affecting my vision and breathing.. im sorry i wasnt able to update my blog like ive promised some of you personally.. especially man-boob enthusiast, Suhana.. haha..
by the way, this is how i look like now..

to those who tagged..
thanks for the feedback, feel free to identify yerself.. cos im really curious.. but i dont quite get the part about 'macam bapak kau jugak' huh?