Extremely Random Musings

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2009-03-24T07:57:00.002+08:00

Life is meaningless. I've said it before, I'll say it again. Death makes everything that we work for pointless because in the end, we cannot take it with us to the other side. Success is invalidate, wealth is given down to our descendants who really don't give a shit about how hard we work for that money (honestly? who here actually cares that our great-grands work like crap just to earn enough money to make sure that we exist today?), fame is gone in an instant, earning our names in the history books means that future students will groan and curse us for doing the things that we did.

Hence my unspoken rule. Don't do things that you will regret. Take this blog for example. It's here, I used it to rant and express my anger and utter dislike for this world and its inhabitants in general. If I was specific, it means that I was really pissed off at that time. So no, I don't regret writing all this down. I don't care if I get called up to court one day for this. If that's how I felt in those days, then that's how I felt in those days. No apologies for my feelings and no apologies for my action.

Cynicism and unwarranted misanthropy has been my defining feelings these last couple of years. It's hard to care when you perceive everyone (including myself) to be jerks and then later have everything proven to you in one simple action. I know I'm a jerkass and I don't choose to deny it. It's always been there for people to see anyways.

I like to be alone. Friends and relationships are a luxury in my opinion. All that time for upkeep, money spent on hanging out and mindless chatter...the droning words...solitude is preferable. Alone in the dark where not a sound can be heard is peace, where the mind can rest from the babble of the crowd, the stifling curse of being with people soothed by the stillness of loneless. I hate being with people on a long term basis. Once in a while is nice...and that's it. All those voices from people talking is deafening and I still don't understand why people go on and on about how having friends is the most wonderful thing in the world.

I am a geek and proud of it. If I cannot be proud of who I am, then I am nobody. The desire to fit in with others always confuses me. It's like everyone wants to be faceless in the pot of stew that is humanity. Life is already meaningless as it is and choosing to be like someone else, to fit in with the crowd...is to me, the ultimate expression of meaningless.

I have always liked the same woman for the last six or so years. Is she really that worth it? I guess so...but I also believe that I'm just being selfish and lazy. It pleases me, tickles my sense of romance...and it means that I'm not going to bother moving on to other women, so that I don't have to sacrifice what I enjoy doing for the sake of companionship. Besides, if you're getting into a relationship for companionship, you're even more alone than I am, if you think that being with someone will ease you of that pain.

Everyone in this world is selfish. We all do things for ourselves. Even the most noble of acts performed is to please our sense of nobility. The most religious person in the world does it because s/he does not want to go to hell and suffer eternal damnation. But that's who we are.

I'm materialistic. I believe that this material world is more important than the spiritual. Not because the material world has nicer things like wealth and cars and condos and what nots, I've already said those things are meaningless. The material world is where I am at right now, and the present is more important than the future or the past because the moment right now is the only thing that we truly have. Carpe diem...

TTFN.

Operation Besmirch

2008-11-21T19:54:00.003+08:00

Now, one of the most common things that I normally use this blog for is to complain and to keep up with tradition, here's another complaint I'm going to make, this time about the Malaysian Immigration.

Now, I work at the Student Service department in a college and one of my jobs is to help the international students in their passes and visas into the country so that they can come here to study. So today I went there to the JIM (Jabatan Imigresen Malaysia) in Putrajaya along with a new student to help him make the pass.

So...first there was the usual long wait. Ho-hum. Despite what people say, Immigration can still be slow when doing their job. Big deal. Plus ca change, plus c'est la meme chose. Then it was my turn and we went up to Counter 15 and the attendant's name was Hasnita.

So we were at the counter, handing in the documents and waiting for her to get on with it when all of a sudden, she hands the documents back and says, "Get lost. I don't want to see your face again. Jangan kacau saya." In the loudest voice possible.

The words 'What the fuck' is most appropriate in this situation.

I was like 'Huh? What happened?' I mean there's no normal reason that I was aware of for anyone to suddenly burst out like that. It's like a stranger suddenly coming up to you and say 'Fuck you' for absolutely no reason.

Anyways, since I was still standing there a bit stunned, Hasnita's voice grew louder and she repeated what she said and so I had to leave the counter. Then we checked ourselves and the documents to see what in the world could have pissed her off like that. Then we found the culprit.

The payment for the temporary pass that we were applying for was slipped into the student's passport and thus she thought we were trying to bribe her. Alright, fair enough. Still, too rude since no explanation was offered as to why we were brusquely casted off like this.

So we went to the number counter, explained the situation to the person in charge and they told us to take another number and wait. Again. Fine. I can be patient. So we took and waited again.

And to our great fortune, we got the bitch Hasnita again. Alright. I went up to the counter, apologised for what happened earlier and explained what went wrong. In the words of the bitch: 'Saya sudah kata tadi. Saya tak mahu tengok muka you lagi. Jangan kacau saya.'

Fine. I'm not going to take it anymore from that rude, crude brute of a woman so I went to another counter, explained what happened, was told to take another number and avoid her.

So after the pass was finally settled. But let this be a lesson to all of you. If ever you have to go to the 3rd floor of the Immigration department in Putrajaya to renew your pass or whatever, avoid the bitch, Hasnita like the plague. She is extremely rude, obnoxious and deserving of the cliche that is most government servants' image.

Alright...step 1 completed. Now for the national complaint...

TTFN.

Pai Sai

2008-04-16T20:30:00.003+08:00

Bad mood today, not because of what happened to me but what happened to a student yesterday. Apparently she was at home yesterday when some jerk ass broke into the apartment and attacked her for no reason. No details since I'm too sketchy about it myself but she's been sent home last night and I hope to God that she's alright and that the jerk who did this would have his balls scrapped out and his penis soldered while he's still conscious.

TTFN.

Road Dahl

2008-03-25T22:54:00.001+08:00

Below is a short story written by Roald Dahl. You know, the guy who wrote Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, Witches, James and the Giant Peach and BFG? Enjoy. I know I did.

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The room was warm and clean, the curtains drawn, the two table lamps alight-hers and the one by the empty chair opposite. On the sideboard behind her, two tall glasses, soda water, whiskey. Fresh ice cubes in the Thermos bucket.

Mary Maloney was waiting for her husband to come him from work.

Now and again she would glance up at the clock, but without anxiety, merely to please herself with the thought that each minute gone by made it nearer the time when he would come. There was a slow smiling air about her, and about everything she did. The drop of a head as she bent over her sewing was curiously tranquil. Her skin -for this was her sixth month with child-had acquired a wonderful translucent quality, the mouth was soft, and the eyes, with their new placid look, seemed larger darker than before. When the clock said ten minutes to five, she began to listen, and a few moments later, punctually as always, she heard the tires on the gravel outside, and the car door slamming, the footsteps passing the window, the key turning in the lock. She laid aside her sewing, stood up, and went forward to kiss him as he came in.

“Hullo darling,” she said.

“Hullo darling,” he answered.

She took his coat and hung it in the closer. Then she walked over and made the drinks, a strongish one for him, a weak one for herself; and soon she was back again in her chair with the sewing, and he in the other, opposite, holding the tall glass with both hands, rocking it so the ice cubes tinkled against the side.

For her, this was always a blissful time of day. She knew he didn’t want to speak much until the first drink was finished, and she, on her side, was content to sit quietly, enjoying his company after the long hours alone in the house. She loved to luxuriate in the presence of this man, and to feel-almost as a sunbather feels the sun-that warm male glow that came out of him to her when they were alone together. She loved him for the way he sat loosely in a chair, for the way he came in a door, or moved slowly across the room with long strides. She loved intent, far look in his eyes when they rested in her, the funny shape of the mouth, and especially the way he remained silent about his tiredness, sitting still with himself until the whiskey had taken some of it away.

“Tired darling?”

“Yes,” he said. “I’m tired,” And as he spoke, he did an unusual thing. He lifted his glass and drained it in one swallow although there was still half of it, at least half of it left.. She wasn’t really watching him, but she knew what he had done because she heard the ice cubes falling back against the bottom of the empty glass when he lowered his arm. He paused a moment, leaning forward in the chair, then he got up and went slowly over to fetch himself another.

“I’ll get it!” she cried, jumping up.

“Sit down,” he said.

When he came back, she noticed that the new drink was dark amber with the quantity of whiskey in it.

“Darling, shall I get your slippers?”

“No.”

She watched him as he began to sip the dark yellow drink, and she could see little oily swirls in the liquid because it was so strong.

“I think it’s a shame,” she said, “that when a policeman gets to be as senior as you, they keep him walking about on his feet all day long.”

He didn’t answer, so she bent her head again and went on with her sewing; bet each time he lifted the drink to his lips, she heard the ice cubes clinking against the side of the glass.

“Darling,” she said. “Would you like me to get you some cheese? I haven’t made any supper because it’s Thursday.”

“No,” he said.

“If you’re too tired to eat out,” she went on, “it’s still not too late. There’s plenty of meat and stuff in the freezer, and you can have it right here and not even move out of the chair.”

Her eyes waited on him for an answer, a smile, a little nod, but he made no sign.

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“Anyway,” she went on, “I’ll get you some cheese and crackers first.”

“I don’t want it,” he said.

She moved uneasily in her chair, the large eyes still watching his face. “But you must eat! I’ll fix it anyway, and then you can have it or not, as you like.”

She stood up and placed her sewing on the table by the lamp.

“Sit down,” he said. “Just for a minute, sit down.”

It wasn’t till then that she began to get frightened.

“Go on,” he said. “Sit down.”

She lowered herself back slowly into the chair, watching him all the time with those large, bewildered eyes. He had finished the second drink and was staring down into the glass, frowning.

“Listen,” he said. “I’ve got something to tell you.”

“What is it, darling? What’s the matter?”

He had now become absolutely motionless, and he kept his head down so that the light from the lamp beside him fell across the upper part of his face, leaving the chin and mouth in shadow. She noticed there was a little muscle moving near the corner of his left eye.

“This is going to be a bit of a shock to you, I’m afraid,” he said. “But I’ve thought about it a good deal and I’ve decided the only thing to do is tell you right away. I hope you won’t blame me too much.”

And he told her. It didn’t take long, four or five minutes at most, and she say very still through it all, watching him with a kind of dazed horror as he went further and further away from her with each word.

“So there it is,” he added. “And I know it’s kind of a bad time to be telling you, bet there simply wasn’t any other way. Of course I’ll give you money and see you’re looked after. But there needn’t really be any fuss. I hope not anyway. It wouldn’t be very good for my job.”

Her first instinct was not to believe any of it, to reject it all. It occurred to her that perhaps he hadn’t even spoken, that she herself had imagined the whole thing. Maybe, if she went about her business and acted as though she hadn’t been listening, then later, when she sort of woke up again, she might find none of it had ever happened.

“I’ll get the supper,” she managed to whisper, and this time he didn’t stop her.

When she walked across the room she couldn’t feel her feet touching the floor. She couldn’t feel anything at all- except a slight nausea and a desire to vomit. Everything was automatic now-down the steps to the cellar, the light switch, the deep freeze, the hand inside the cabinet taking hold of the first object it met. She lifted it out, and looked at it. It was wrapped in paper, so she took off the paper and looked at it again.

A leg of lamb.

All right then, they would have lamb for supper. She carried it upstairs, holding the thin bone-end of it with both her hands, and as she went through the living-room, she saw him standing over by the window with his back to her, and she stopped.

“For God’s sake,” he said, hearing her, but not turning round. “Don’t make supper for me. I’m going out.”

At that point, Mary Maloney simply walked up behind him and without any pause she swung the big frozen leg of lamb high in the air and brought it down as hard as she could on the back of his head.

She might just as well have hit him with a steel club.

She stepped back a pace, waiting, and the funny thing was that he remained standing there for at least four or five seconds, gently swaying. Then he crashed to the carpet.

The violence of the crash, the noise, the small table overturning, helped bring her out of he shock. She came out slowly, feeling cold and surprised, and she stood for a while blinking at the body, still holding the ridiculous piece of meat tight with both hands.

All right, she told herself. So I’ve killed him.

It was extraordinary, now, how clear her mind became all of a sudden. She began thinking very fast. As the wife of a detective, she knew quite well what the penalty would be. That was fine. It made no difference to her. In fact, it would be a relief. On the other hand, what about the child? What were the laws about murderers with unborn children? Did they kill then both-mother and child? Or did they wait until the tenth month? What did they do?

Mary Maloney didn’t know. And she certainly wasn’t prepared to take a chance.

She carried the meat into the kitchen, placed it in a pan, turned the oven on high, and shoved t inside. Then she washed her hands and ran upstairs to the bedroom. She sat down before the mirror, tidied her hair, touched up her lops and face. She tried a smile. It came out rather peculiar. She tried again.

“Hullo Sam,” she said brightly, aloud.

The voice sounded peculiar too.

“I want some potatoes please, Sam. Yes, and I think a can of peas.”

That was better. Both the smile and the voice were coming out better now. She rehearsed it several times more. Then she ran downstairs, took her coat, went out the back door, down the garden, into the street.

It wasn’t six o’clock yet and the lights were still on in the grocery shop.

“Hullo Sam,” she said brightly, smiling at the man behind the counter.

“Why, good evening, Mrs. Maloney. How’re you?”

“I want some potatoes please, Sam. Yes, and I think a can of peas.”

The man turned and reached up behind him on the shelf for the peas.

“Patrick’s decided he’s tired and doesn’t want to eat out tonight,” she told him. “We usually go out Thursdays, you know, and now he’s caught me without any vegetables in the house.”

“Then how about meat, Mrs. Maloney?”

“No, I’ve got meat, thanks. I got a nice leg of lamb from the freezer.”

“Oh.”

“I don’t know much like cooking it frozen, Sam, but I’m taking a chance on it this time. You think it’ll be all right?”

“Personally,” the grocer said, “I don’t believe it makes any difference. You want these Idaho potatoes?”

“Oh yes, that’ll be fine. Two of those.”

“Anything else?” The grocer cocked his head on one side, looking at her pleasantly. “How about afterwards? What you going to give him for afterwards?”

“Well-what would you suggest, Sam?”

The man glanced around his shop. “How about a nice big slice of cheesecake? I know he likes that.”

“Perfect,” she said. “He loves it.”

And when it was all wrapped and she had paid, she put on her brightest smile and said, “Thank you, Sam. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Mrs. Maloney. And thank you.”

And now, she told herself as she hurried back, all she was doing now, she was returning home to her husband and he was waiting for his supper; and she must cook it good, and make it as tasty as possible because the poor man was tired; and if, when she entered the house, she happened to find anything unusual, or tragic, or terrible, then naturally it would be a shock and she’d become frantic with grief and horror. Mind you, she wasn’t expecting to find anything. She was just going home with the vegetables. Mrs. Patrick Maloney going home with the vegetables on Thursday evening to cook supper for her husband.

That’s the way, she told herself. Do everything right and natural. Keep things absolutely natural and there’ll be no need for any acting at all.

Therefore, when she entered the kitchen by the back door, she was humming a little tune to herself and smiling.

“Patrick!” she called. “How are you, darling?”

She put the parcel down on the table and went through into the living room; and when she saw him lying there on the floor with his legs doubled up and one arm twisted back underneath his body, it really was rather a shock. All the old love and longing for him welled up inside her, and she ran over to him, knelt down beside him, and began to cry her heart out. It was easy. No acting was necessary.

A few minutes later she got up and went to the phone. She know the number of the police station, and when the man at the other end answered, she cried to him, “Quick! Come quick! Patrick’s dead!”

“Who’s speaking?”

“Mrs. Maloney. Mrs. Patrick Maloney.”

“You mean Patrick Maloney’s dead?”

“I think so,” she sobbed. “He’s lying on the floor and I think he’s dead.”

“Be right over,” the man said.

The car came very quickly, and when she opened the front door, two policeman walked in. She know them both-she know nearly all the man at that precinct-and she fell right into a chair, then went over to join the other one, who was called O’Malley, kneeling by the body.

“Is he dead?” she cried.

“I’m afraid he is. What happened?”

Briefly, she told her story about going out to the grocer and coming back to find him on the floor. While she was talking, crying and talking, Noonan discovered a small patch of congealed blood on the dead man’s head. He showed it to O’Malley who got up at once and hurried to the phone.

Soon, other men began to come into the house. First a doctor, then two detectives, one of whom she know by name. Later, a police photographer arrived and took pictures, and a man who know about fingerprints. There was a great deal of whispering and muttering beside the corpse, and the detectives kept asking her a lot of questions. But they always treated her kindly. She told her story again, this time right from the beginning, when Patrick had come in, and she was sewing, and he was tired, so tired he hadn’t wanted to go out for supper. She told how she’d put the meat in the oven-”it’s there now, cooking”- and how she’d slopped out to the grocer for vegetables, and come back to find him lying on the floor.

Which grocer?” one of the detectives asked.

She told him, and he turned and whispered something to the other detective who immediately went outside into the street.

In fifteen minutes he was back with a page of notes, and there was more whispering, and through her sobbing she heard a few of the whispered phrases-”...acted quite normal...very cheerful...wanted to give him a good supper…peas...cheesecake...impossible that she...”

After a while, the photographer and the doctor departed and two other men came in and took the corpse away on a stretcher. Then the fingerprint man went away. The two detectives remained, and so did the two policeman. They were exceptionally nice to her, and Jack Noonan asked if she wouldn’t rather go somewhere else, to her sister’s house perhaps, or to his own wife who would take care of her and put her up for the night.

No, she said. She didn’t feel she could move even a yard at the moment. Would they mind awfully of she stayed just where she was until she felt better. She didn’t feel too good at the moment, she really didn’t.

Then hadn’t she better lie down on the bed? Jack Noonan asked.

No, she said. She’d like to stay right where she was, in this chair. A little later, perhaps, when she felt better, she would move.

So they left her there while they went about their business, searching the house. Occasionally on of the detectives asked her another question. Sometimes Jack Noonan spoke at her gently as he passed by. Her husband, he told her, had been killed by a blow on the back of the head administered with a heavy blunt instrument, almost certainly a large piece of metal. They were looking for the weapon. The murderer may have taken it with him, but on the other hand he may have thrown it away or hidden it somewhere on the premises.

“It’s the old story,” he said. “Get the weapon, and you’ve got the man.”

Later, one of the detectives came up and sat beside her. Did she know, he asked, of anything in the house that could’ve been used as the weapon? Would she mind having a look around to see if anything was missing-a very big spanner, for example, or a heavy metal vase.

They didn’t have any heavy metal vases, she said.

“Or a big spanner?”

She didn’t think they had a big spanner. But there might be some things like that in the garage.

The search went on. She knew that there were other policemen in the garden all around the house. She could hear their footsteps on the gravel outside, and sometimes she saw a flash of a torch through a chink in the curtains. It began to get late, nearly nine she noticed by the clock on the mantle. The four men searching the rooms seemed to be growing weary, a trifle exasperated.

“Jack,” she said, the next tome Sergeant Noonan went by. “Would you mind giving me a drink?”

“Sure I’ll give you a drink. You mean this whiskey?”

“Yes please. But just a small one. It might make me feel better.”

He handed her the glass.

“Why don’t you have one yourself,” she said. “You must be awfully tired. Please do. You’ve been very good to me.”

“Well,” he answered. “It’s not strictly allowed, but I might take just a drop to keep me going.”

One by one the others came in and were persuaded to take a little nip of whiskey. They stood around rather awkwardly with the drinks in their hands, uncomfortable in her presence, trying to say consoling things to her. Sergeant Noonan wandered into the kitchen, come out quickly and said, “Look, Mrs. Maloney. You know that oven of yours is still on, and the meat still inside.”

“Oh dear me!” she cried. “So it is!”

“I better turn it off for you, hadn’t I?”

“Will you do that, Jack. Thank you so much.”

When the sergeant returned the second time, she looked at him with her large, dark tearful eyes. “Jack Noonan,” she said.

“Yes?”

“Would you do me a small favor-you and these others?”

“We can try, Mrs. Maloney.”

“Well,” she said. “Here you all are, and good friends of dear Patrick’s too, and helping to catch the man who killed him. You must be terrible hungry by now because it’s long past your suppertime, and I know Patrick would never forgive me, God bless his soul, if I allowed you to remain in his house without offering you decent hospitality. Why don’t you eat up that lamb that’s in the oven. It’ll be cooked just right by now.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Sergeant Noonan said.

“Please,” she begged. “Please eat it. Personally I couldn’t tough a thing, certainly not what’s been in the house when he was here. But it’s all right for you. It’d be a favor to me if you’d eat it up. Then you can go on with your work again afterwards.”

There was a good deal of hesitating among the four policemen, but they were clearly hungry, and in the end they were persuaded to go into the kitchen and help themselves. The woman stayed where she was, listening to them speaking among themselves, their voices thick and sloppy because their mouths were full of meat.

“Have some more, Charlie?”

“No. Better not finish it.”

“She wants us to finish it. She said so. Be doing her a favor.”

“Okay then. Give me some more.”

“That’s the hell of a big club the gut must’ve used to hit poor Patrick,” one of them was saying. “The doc says his skull was smashed all to pieces just like from a sledgehammer.”

“That’s why it ought to be easy to find.”

“Exactly what I say.”

“Whoever done it, they’re not going to be carrying a thing like that around with them longer than they need.”

One of them belched.

“Personally, I think it’s right here on the premises.”

“Probably right under our very noses. What you think, Jack?”

And in the other room, Mary Maloney began to giggle.

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TTFN.

Dead End

2008-03-15T20:40:00.000+08:00

For those who like the Batman:

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Part of your world

2008-03-14T00:02:00.000+08:00

Not! =p

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Election Day March 8 2008

2008-03-08T08:29:00.002+08:00

First thing I did was I got up at 7.30 and got ready. The second thing I did was that I went to the Election Hall, which was conveniently located behind my house. I waited in line for ten minutes along with a bunch of old people and the reporters from Sin Chew Jit Poh/Nanyang came and started taking pictures. I know because someone else asked and one of them said they were from so and so. One of the old guys behind me said our pics will probably come out because we have the young, the old and the foreigner lining up to vote.
Then suddenly someone comes and says, 'Wait at the other gate!' Everyone was like 'Huh? What's going on?' And then one minute after that, we were allowed in and we find out exactly what that someone meant: the registration booth was located on the other side of the school where everyone was waiting at and so we have to march around the school, looking like a makeshift version of Bruce Willis' Armageddon march. So it wasn't cool at all, although there was some fanfare from the two photographers following us and taking our pictures.
Anyways we arrived at the registration counter...at last...and lined up for them to give us the number. Then it was my turn and I watched as the lady flipped the page so that she can find my name. I was thinking, 'You know...maybe this year I've moved up a few pages so that I'm not on the last page this time like my first time voting in 2004.' Of course...I'm still on the last page. Granted I'm not the third last name like last time but I'm still on the last freaking page damnit! Damnit you young uns! Can't you like at least take a freaking interest in the country's leaders and choose who to vote instead of saying 'I don't have time to go to the post office!' Ahem...rant is over...
So I went in to vote and there I'm through with voting day today! Hoorah! Oh and in case you're wondering who I voted for, let me say this: the opposition in my place is Anwar's party. I don't vote for a party who exists and lives for one man only so that answers your question, no?
This one was still fun regardless. Until my third election then and make sure you register before then. ^_^

TTFN.

Metal Gear Solid

2008-03-06T19:23:00.002+08:00

And today Metal Gear Solid came to Life College...well fine, not the main crew, not even the voice actors but the music crew did and they came to give a talk about the music industry in Japan and how do they do their jobs there. Pretty interesting thing stuff and I like Norihiko Hibino's style of work i.e. make someone happy. He meant usually a customer or a fan but most of the time he normally means make your boss/client happy because that's the way you earn your paycheck ^_^
Didn't get any autographs even though I thought about it. His CD was too expensive to buy but I did pick up his business card and I spoke with him and his crew about video games. So it was nice.
Oh...and fans are like crap ^_^

TTFN.

Gygax

2008-03-05T10:33:00.002+08:00

Gary Gygax...one of the guys who created D&D back in '74 is now dead. Interesting how one guy who was a wargamer i.e. Warhammer and other miniature wargames created a role playing game instead. Granted the first few editions of D&D plays like a wargame and even today, retains its tactical side (No Michael! You've just blasted everyone with that fireball!).

He will be fondly remembered by gamers all around.

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Cute reference

2008-03-01T19:31:00.001+08:00

Works best if you've got an 80's nostalgia the size of Optimus Prime. See if any of you can get this reference:

http://www.insecticons.com/insecticomics/v2/130.html

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Dragonlance rant

2008-02-13T09:50:00.000+08:00

When I heard that they were coming out with a Dragonlance movie last year, I wasn't too excited. I'm not that big a fan of Dragonlance (given that there is only one good character in the entire series and he's dead). Then people started raving over the fact that Kiefer Sutherland was taking on the role of Raistlin Majere i.e. the only good character in the entire series and it was like 'Wow! Jack Bauer's going to go all 24 on Raistlin. He'll snatch Goldmoon, Laurana and Tika away from their loser husbands and convert Kitiara to the Jack Bauer side and he'll all save the US president in 24 hours again only this time he'll do it with meteor swarms and finger of death. Oh and along the way, he'll look at the blasted kender, drain him of his soul and uses his carcass as a portable toilet just to despise the kender.' Sounds interesting enough.

Then I watched the movie.

Good lord...I know that Tanis i.e. the series original main character whines a lot but to listen to him whine...gave it a whole new meaning altogether. He whines more in an hour and a half than my students do in a whole year...and that's saying a lot, considering that they're college students and they're still in their teens.

The animation sucks. They said that this was supposed to be an adult animation but watching it made me think of the original Dungeons and Dragons cartoon (this is a D&D movie despite the tag Dragonlance). Little blood (look at my blood free sword! If talking a lot during fighting is a superpower, then having no blood on the weapon is a magic weapon property), stiff movements, miserable attempts of showing off Tika's boobs...*yawn*

Jack Bauer ruled of course but then again, he's Raistlin Majere. The only character in the original series that everyone liked! Lucy Lawless was passable as a fighter/cleric 2e version except you keep waiting for her to do a Xena. Michael Rosenbaum landed the sorry role of Tanis which must be quite a shock for him after playing Lex Luthor in Smallville; he must have thought that he'll get Raistlin Majere. Michelle Trachtenberg...I heard she was in this movie. Phil Lamarr lands the role of Token Minority...again...and the kender annoyed the crap of everyone, as expected. I hate gods who pretend to be senile old men so Fizban/Paladine falls into that automatically. The squick scene at the end, where you see Laurana i.e young nubile chick make out with Elistan i.e. ancient wise sage just made me choke on my bile and I relished the choking because I saw a young chick make out with an old man. It'll save me from the misery of seeing it again...

TTFN.

The Joker is dead!

2008-01-23T23:20:00.000+08:00

Heath Ledger is dead! Honestly I don't quite believe it but it happened...now it's going to make watching the Dark Knight extremely surreal since we all know he's dead and it was his last show that he made before he died (last that I know of at least). This is going to be very much like playing Kingdom Hearts 2 and listening to the Emperor talk, knowing that it's Pat Morita a.k.a. Mr. Miyagi's last performance...

Weird huh?

TTFN.

Happy New Year 2008

2008-01-01T00:45:00.000+08:00

To those who actually enjoy the New Year, Happy New Year to you guys. Me? I'll just sit back at home, watch some tv and brood some more. It's what I do best ^_^ And of course no new year resolutions from me since I normally forget what they are by the end of January.

And yeah. I'm still waiting. It's better than not waiting I guess. Hope and stupidity springs eternal.

TTFN.

Last post of 2007

2007-12-30T21:51:00.000+08:00

And this being the last post of 2007, I promise to make this as random as possible...

I hate the country side (but then again I hate most everything so there it doesn't really make a difference doesn't it?). People always say how much they want to move to the country side when they retire so that they can enjoy some peace and quiet and all that other stuff. You know what I'll do? I'll stay in the city so that when they retire, I'll got all the nice peace and quiet since they're not in the city anymore ^_^ I like it here thank you very much so I ain't moving. Thank you very much.

Oh and that also applies to even if Malaysia falls into those nonsensical racial riots that everyone keeps talking about or if Malaysia is ruled by an Islamic party. I'll still stay here, thank you very much. And this has nothing to do with me not being able to travel to Singapore if that's what you're thinking.

TTFN.

25 months

2007-12-04T08:31:00.000+08:00

That's how long the old hamster lived under my care. 25 months. Today she's dead and I'm pretty sure of that because the last two days she wasn't drinking any water and this morning I found her covered in ants. Buried her in the garden this morning before I went to work.

And that's the end of today's story.

TTFN.

Random musings of a non-conformist

2007-11-28T21:00:00.000+08:00

Got philosophical when I was walking back home from work this evening and thought I might post this up before I forget all about it.

By definition, a non-conformist is someone who goes against the norm and elects to do something his/her way. Of course, the problem with doing that is pretty much this: how much of what a non-conformist is doing really part of his/her own original thought and how much of it is influenced by others. We all know that all thoughts in this day and age is unoriginal, that humanity pretty much is very like a monkey in terms of see and do i.e. monkey see, monkey do. It is after all a safety mechanism, a monkey sees another monkey do it and thus the first monkey will do it because the second monkey was not harmed by the act.

A rebel will only rebel when he sees others rebel; teens rebel because other teens rebel and thus thinks it's cool. Hence non-conformity seems to be nothing more than another form of conformity in that by not conforming, one is actually conforming to another form of idea, that is the idea of not conforming to the first idea and embracing the second idea. Thus it would make sense to say that the true non-conformist will make a third idea and go about doing a fourth way simply because no one else is doing the fourth way.

In essence, this would mean that a non-conformer is thus by nature a loner simply because he/she will walk down a path that no one else would dare walk simply because no one has ever thought of it. Either that or he/she is fucking insane.

Alright. I've said what I've wanted to say. TTFN.

Nostalgia

2007-11-24T08:49:00.000+08:00

It's exam week in my college (where I work at, not study at) and nostalgia is sinking in. So I'm posting this up.

Enjoy ^_^

TTFN.

Nice Poem I found

2007-11-15T01:46:00.001+08:00

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

TTFN.

Ranting

2007-11-14T16:13:00.000+08:00

Of course I know I'll get into possible legal trouble if people finds out about this but who the fuck cares? I want to write it down before my pissy fit goes away.

S.E.X. is a mother fucking bastard (seriously those are his initials...hah no wonder he's such a mother fucking bastard ^_^). Despite the fact that he's a pastor's son, he rude, obnoxious and a fucking bully. I take it that his father never taught him any manners that's why he's like that so therefore his father is to be blamed for raising his son up to be such a jackass. *sighs* pissy fit over and now replaced by one of mirth. God...no wonder he's such a dick. His father named him SEX and now that's all he can think about when he bullies people.

TTFN.

Kitty Cat

2007-10-22T21:12:00.000+08:00

God knows why but I rescued a cat today. Damn thing was in the middle of the road and a truck was speeding down and going to ram it down and I dove in and saved the cat in a desperate roll as the truck horned and sped past...yeah right it happened like that. Damn cat was in the middle of the road causing a traffic jam and I went to take it aside and then it wanted to cross the road again so I picked it up and took it to the other side only to have that brat cling to my arm. I had no choice but to walk home with the damn thing T_T

So...what to do with that cat...

TTFN.

Stupid pic

2007-10-14T21:50:00.001+08:00

Stupid pic

http://static.flickr.com/97/224124224_32d2d8dfdb_o.jpg

Israel ads

2007-10-12T19:35:00.000+08:00

For those of you who have yet to see the Israel ads, here you go:

TTFN.

Street Fighter: The Later Years Episode 1

2007-10-05T00:18:00.000+08:00

Hehehehe...

TTFN.

Minesweeper the Movie

2007-10-05T00:17:00.000+08:00

The movie that you thought will never happen

TTFN.

Two news of interest

2007-09-17T23:50:00.000+08:00

OJ's in jail again...wait that's not interesting...

Israel is promoting their women in order to promote their country's image. Taglines include 'Holy Mother of God...', 'Israel...no wonder we can't make it to the World Cup' and 'Israel...no wonder they call it the Holy Land...'

TTFN.

Vanity

2007-09-17T09:06:00.000+08:00

Vanity, vanity. All is vanity. Ecclesiastes 1:1

Why? Because there is now no more reason to watchh F1. Damnit! I'm not even go to go any further into this.

TTFN.

1957

2007-08-27T18:54:00.000+08:00

I got a look at one of those 1957 Straits Times paper that they were reprinting and my god, they're freaking cool! Besides all the ciggie ads, you've got ads that are so full of double meanings and so sexists the advertisers would be lynched today. Here's two that I can remember off hand:

Half angel, half devil, she made him half a man!
If you're a woman and you have the measurements of (some actress, can't remember her name), which are 37-25-35, then come to our cinema! Be the amongst the first six women and you can get a free ticket to watch her movie!

And how Malaysian sports have slid down the drain too:

The president of B.A.M. was not satisfied with calling his players 'supermen' and 'unique'. They reminded him of atom and hydrogen bombs.

And the front page had a gwei lo in a Malayan police uniform! Hah! How often can you see that! Seriously, that was freaking cool I tell you. Too bad most other people won't appreciate that.

TTFN.

You know I'll give you a random musing

2007-08-21T21:49:00.000+08:00

And here's another random musing: All men are motherfuckers. Think about it. A man will fuck a woman, who will chances are, sooner or later give birth to a child. This makes the woman a mother. And therefore the man has become a motherfucker. Thus logically speaking all men are motherfuckers by virtue.

TTFN.

Weird song

2007-08-04T15:59:00.000+08:00

Check out this site. It's got this crazy weird song ^_^

http://www.queenofwands.net/d/20040121.html

Now to come up with the rest of the song...

TTFN.

P.S. a vagina dentata is something that slices the penis while it's in the vagina.

Lone Wolf news

2007-07-15T22:44:00.000+08:00

Nearly two weeks late but who cares? Just got news that Joe Dever has already rewritten Flight from the Dark aka Lone Wolf Book 1. 550 sections altogether and it's coming out in September ^_^ Geek-gasm anyone?

TTFN.

Idiocy

2007-07-15T21:08:00.001+08:00

You know how much I love insulting people? Here's another guy who deserves it in the fullest.

TTFN.

Transformers

2007-06-29T00:34:00.000+08:00

I was born 1982, which means I was just in time to watch the original Transformers when it was aired on tv. It was cool. It was the tv show to watch, besides ThunderCats, He-Man, Voltron (lion version), Ninja Turtles, M.A.S.K., and a whole lot more. I sit down in front of the tv when it was time for Transformers and I'd watch the Autobots take on the Decepticons and beat them every episode, except for the to be continueds of course.

(By now you guys should have realised that I've already watched the movie but bear with me ok?)

Then the cartoon movie was realised. It sucked big time. Hasbro wanted to sell toys so they had to get rid of the old ones. Only problem was that the old ones were cool, unlike the new ones, especially Optimus Prime's replacement, Pussimus...I mean Rodimus Prime who whined the series into cancelation. For more details, check out this site:
http://www.outpostnine.com/editorials/source.html

Now on to my comments about the movie since I'm not going to spoil it too much for you (Michael Bay already did that, damn you Michael Bay, damn you). Remember Aliens versus Predator and Van Helsing? Remember their bad points? Here's a quick reminder of their mistakes: not enough time of the titular characters and fight scenes that happen in the blink of an eye. I mean when one of the bots got ripped in two I couldn't even see who it was so I had to guess by the voice which really didn't help since most of the bots sounded alike in the first place. Starscream didn't sound like a bitch and Megatron sounded lame. Well...I guess that's what happens when the original voice actors are dead. May they all rest in peace.

What do I think about the movie? What did you expect when it's Michael Bay directing and Steven Spielberg is the producer? Damm them, damn them both to hell! Ahem...you get a cross between Pearl Harbour and War of the Worlds, that's what you get. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go and find a way to convince my family to let me watch Astro Ria. At least I get to watch the original Transformers without worries about Spielberg or Bay (damn them, damn them both to hell!) ruining it for me.

TTFN while I weep for the state of the Transformers.

Rabid Wolverine

2007-06-27T08:33:00.000+08:00

RIP Chris Benoit and family. May you find the peace that you couldn't find in life.

TTFN.

Jail

2007-06-26T21:07:00.000+08:00

Paris Hilton is out of jail. Hoorah. Let the stories of hedonism and stupid rich people fill the newspaper once more. And here's to hoping that she goes to jail one more time and this time for a hundred years instead. Maybe then I don't have to hear anything about her nor forced to listen to a Simple Life while doing my work again.

TTFN.

Extremely Random Song Post

2007-06-11T21:01:00.000+08:00

Just to make sure that people realise that I'm still alive, here's a random song post.

La la la la la la
La la la la la
La la la la la la
La la la la la

If you can't figure out where I got this one from, go ask Peter Cullen.

TTFN.

Realisation

2007-05-21T00:19:00.000+08:00

It's one of those realisations that a person makes. You know those all important realisations that you make when doing the most mundane of stuffs like taking a shower or talking to someone about stupid things. It has nothing to do with what you realised at that moment but it is one of those realisations. You're still you but you're not really you anymore.

It's time for me to say goodbye I guess. So goodbye to you. I'll always wonder if I ever did get a chance. Now I'll never know.

TTFN.

World's most hated blogger ?

2007-05-16T21:27:00.000+08:00

This guy is suppose to be a bigger bastard than me. Check him out and see if it's true.

http://www.iamfacingforeclosure.com/

As a side note, that blog strives on people hating the guy who writes it. Just so you know ^_^

TTFN.

Revenge

2007-05-10T21:34:00.000+08:00

Silly me...I don't have to insult these kids behind their back...they have to hand in their assignments to me...can you laugh evilly with me? Muahahahahahahahahahahahaha...

TTFN.

More idiots to insult online

2007-05-10T16:42:00.000+08:00

Well...they weren't being subtle about it so I'm not going to pull my punches either. Here's more fucked-up posers for me to insult:

Joseph John Reginold: Even my brother says he's pretty much a fucked up idiot. If two brothers agree on one person being a fucked-up idiot, therefore he must be a fucked-up idiot.

That's all for now...didn't really get a good look since I was trying to subtle unlike them...*sigh* they really are a bunch of idiots.

TTFN.

Kids this days

2007-05-10T14:49:00.000+08:00

They're usually a bunch of idiots who don't know how to insult people. I mean come on...you've got to do it with a bit of subtlety and finesse. Or if you don't really care about that, in front of their face. What happened? Nothing much. Just scolded a few for name calling and making noise in the library and stuff like that, not to mention embarass them by pasting their names on the library blacklist. *sighs* Oh well...if they're going to do stupid things like insult me behind my back while they think I don't know about it, well, I'm going to insult them behind their backs and let everyone on the internet know who they are. And me being me, I don't call them mr X or whatever. Nope I name them as they (while at the same time, inviting a whole bunch of lawsuits and all that, but who cares, they're a bunch of idiots who would never find this site and if they do find this and reads this, here I'm calling you to your face fucking idiot ^_^)

Guys whom I've embarassed on the blacklist:

Samuel Oh: Started the whole thing by calling me Gilbert and later proceeding to Gilly. I'm going to retaliate by calling him Simian because he looks like one and acts like one and thinks like one too. Don't know what a simian is? Ma lao jeng...

Jason Ooi: Followed up and pushed it even further. Embarassing him in front of others doesn't really seem to work...so I'll try embarassing him on the net. Total and utter dickhead, a Michael Jackson of Life college actually. Soon I expect him to be grabbing little boys' dicks...right about...now. Too bad I can't arrest him for pederasty...

Kerry Lee: Jason's sidekick/accomplice. Everything Jason does, Kerry mimics. I expect these two to be crotch grabbing each other pretty soon and I wouldn't put the dreadful sin of kancho pass him either.

More people that I'm going to humiliate online soon. And damn it, you know I will do it. Expect no apologies from me ^_^

TTFN.

Harassment

2007-05-07T19:23:00.000+08:00

Sexual Harassment (SH) - Any repeated, unwanted behavior of a sexual nature perpetrated upon one individual by another. Sexual harassment may be verbal, visual, written, or physical. It can occur between people of different genders or those of the same sex. Harassing behaviors may occur in a variety of relationships including those among peers, and those where there is an imbalance of power between two individuals. The law is primarily concerned with the impact of the behavior, not the intent. In other words, the law is concerned with how the person on the receiving end is affected by the behavior, not with what the other person means by the behavior.

After being called gilly (slang word for hooker/whore/prostitute) one too many times by my students today, I finally got approval from the boss to bar them from any printing that they want to do i.e. usually when they want to print their assignment. O happy day! They are so going to get it now ^_^ After all...I am a cruel, vindictive son of a bitch ^_^

TTFN.

The problem with me

2007-05-06T21:45:00.000+08:00

The problem with me is very simple: I don't care. Period. I don't care about others and I don't care about myself. I couldn't care less if people dropped dead in front of me and the person that I will rescue from a burning building is myself. I don't care too much about all these self-improvement bullshit and I'd know I die alone and miserable. But who the fuck cares? Certainly not me. Hell...my life ambition is to take on the Jaye Tyler life and enjoy it. Earn just enough to support myself and well...that's it. After that, who the fuck cares? Not me. And I certainly don't want anyone else to care. So right now if you'll excuse me, I'll just sit down and enjoy my life the way I want to and not your way because I don't want to live life like you do. Stick it up your arse is what I'll say to you.

TTFN.

Spider-man 3

2007-05-01T18:03:00.000+08:00

And hands up who's surprised that I managed to watch it on the opening day? Anyone? Anybody? Alright then. On to my review of the movie.

As we all know, Spider-man is the story about Peter Parker who gets bitten by a spider and becomes a superhero. In the first movie, he learns about responsiblity. In the second he learns about sacrifice. In this one he learns about pride and forgiveness. Well...at least that's what Sam Raimi says...

The main problem with Spidey 3 is very simple: too many villains. Three villains is way too much for the movie to stomach. Green Goblin 2, Sandman and Venom seemed to have be struggling for screen time and it showed in the movie. You'll know that's the case when you start thinking 'Why the hell did they put that guy in the movie? Is the actor just in there for the movie?'

Character-wise, they focused a lot on Peter and MJ and their relationship seems to be coming apart. Doesn't really help when he's becoming more popular and she's on the slide. Really doesn't help when Gwen Stacy kisses him in the now-cliched Spidey kiss either. Speaking of which, where the hell is Gwen in this movie? Here one minute, gone the next. And I was so hoping for something meatier...I mean she is Peter's first love. You never forget the first girl and now here she is in the movie and they didn't even kill her! *mumbles stupid rants about the script.*

The best part about the movie? When Peter becomes Dark Peter, of course. So what if he's darker and more aggressive? He's still a nerd and it shows. That scene is probably worth your money watching but otherwise...hmmmm...oh yeah! I forgot about Bruce Campbell who this time earns a spot in the opening credits with his killer performance in this movie. His performance as a maitre d was laugh out loud as was J.K. Simmons as JJJ.

I guess it's a case of one sequel too many. Too much hope resting on the movie and too many things to try and bring into the movie. If they do come up with a fourth, I'd suggest for Raimi to just go back to the first movie and find out why it was good.

Again...too many villains spoiled the movie. Hopefully it doesn't go the way of the first Batman series...

TTFN.

Pachelbel

2007-04-27T10:48:00.000+08:00

We all love Pachelbel Canon in D one way or another, right? Here's one guy who don't. Enjoy.

TTFN.

Alumni meeting

2007-04-14T00:04:00.000+08:00

People said that I was drunk when I left and considering the fact that I walked up to Kitty Lee and said how's life?...yeah I was pretty much far gone when I said that. so what happened tonight? I won a notepad which I traded in for a letter opener and I hooked up somewhat with Aina, Nanda's GF. Not that I was stupid enough to try and ask her out or anything but rather we talked about work. See...even when half gone, I'm still honourable.

I did did take some pics though I'm too lazy to load them up yet...maybe some other time perhaps. But then again how did I get back home so that I can type up all these bullshit? Honestly it wasn't anyone who was there who helped me get back home so I get to say fuck them to my heart's content. In truth...it was someone who wasn't there who made sure that I got back...even though she had nothing to do with it.

So I say thank God that she was in my life...even though she had nothing to do with it. My heart is still with her even if she doesn't know it but that doesn't really matter now does it? Who cares? She helped me back even when no one else did so most of my thanks goes to her.

Thank you God that she was in my life even for that brief moment. Because of her I am willing to wait...for all eternity if I have to...

TTFN.

I saw her today

2007-03-18T20:49:00.000+08:00

I saw her today
and she made me happy
She's still the beauty that I remember
Maybe more than so
Since memories play tricks
And I can't remember everything
But all that doesn't really matter

I heard her speak today
and her voice filled me with wonder
Not that I never heard her speak before
But somehow today
It just seemed that much more melodious
Like a fresh song sung by Apollo

I saw her today
and she gave me hope
Hope enough to look forward to the next day
without fear and without sadness
I thank God for her
Her presence is like balm to my soul

I'll wait then like I always have
For that one chance
For that one shot
If until death I must wait
No problem
It's not like I got a life anyways

TTFN.

Who am I? a.k.a. 75 reasons why I am hated

2007-03-15T12:36:00.001+08:00

Let's see...based on the multitudes of observations that I've received/eavesdropped/told to my face/read/etc:

1) Lazy
2) Childish
3) Unambitious
4) Would never amount to anything
5) Couldn't care less about anything
6) Under-achiever
7) Most able to survive without friends
8) Too quiet; must be a terrorist
9) Too loud; what a mother-fucking son of a bitch
10) Asexual
11) Bloody horny
12) Laid-back
13) Selfish, stingy
14) Too thin; must be a drug addict
15) Too fat; must be a human black hole
16) Mama's boy
17) Coward
18) Nerd
19) Thief
20) Pathetic excuse of a human being
21) Insensitive
22) Over-sensitive
23) Dickhead
24) No emotions
25) Over-emotional
26) Too bloody proud
27) Worthless
28) Likes to show off
29) Too laid back
30) Obsessed with gaming
31) Too fussy
32) Too stubborn
33) Traitor
34) Deserter
35) Show off
36) Low-self esteem
37) Only cares about himself
38) Masochist
39) Strange, weird
40) Weird taste in things
41) Loser
42) Naive
43) Pessimist
44) Will die by suicide
45) Know-it-all
46) Idiot
47) Disgusting freak
48) Frog in a well
49) Never learns from his mistakes
50) Too moody
51) Liar
52) Too frank
53) Easily addicted
54) Too easily influenced
55) Too crude
56) Too vague
57) Refuses to listen
58) Too different
59) Inhuman
60) Forgets too easily
61) Remembers the most trivial things
62) Very vengeful
63) Hot-tempered
64) Impatient
65) Too early for everything
66) Worries too much
67) Leech
68) Keeps everything bottled up
69) Gossips too much
70) Cruel
71) Too shallow
72) Cannot talk down to people
73) Always want to insult people
74) Always reference things that no one understands
75) Always living in another world

I could have gone up to 100 but I need to pee. Maybe some other time instead...

And they always ask me why I always think that I'll die alone, friendless and miserable. And knowing me, I'll probably enjoy dying alone, friendless and miserable. Because at least the only one who will be miserable will be me ^_^

TTFN.

P.S. If anyone actually wonders 'Is there going to be a 75 reasons why I am loved?', I have this to say: please, don't make me laugh.

Comments

2007-03-15T08:52:00.000+08:00

I am definitely part of the education process right now. How can I tell? Well if the students have something to say about you, good or bad, that's pretty much a given I would say. Here's the transcript from her blog, totally uncensored as is my nature.

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I went to the library to print out some notes.

Mr. L said: I’m sorry, but I have to ask you: why so late? These ARE Malaysian Studies notes, aren’t they?

I said: Yeah… (So?)

Mr. L said: Isn’t it a bit last minute to be studying for Malaysian Studies? You JUST got the notes? And you only have… what? ONE hour?

I said: No, I already had the notes on my computer at home but my printer’s not working so it would be a waste of an hour if I did nothing wouldn’t it? (And what the heck’s your problem with it anyway?)

Mr. L said: Well, I wouldn’t do it. (Emphasis on the “I”.) Last minute studying won’t work. You won’t remember ANYTHING.

I said: (Did I even ask you what you would do or for your opinion on last minute studying for that matter?) Mmm.

I smiled.

Mr. X walked into the library.

I thought: Not another one.

He went about doing whatever he was doing.

I thought: Maybe he’s not that bad after all.

Then he spotted the printer. He looked at me.

Mr. X said: Don’t tell me… Is that Moral Studies notes? I mean, Malaysian Studies notes?

Mr. L said: Yes…

They looked at each other.

Mr. X said: Isn’t it a bit late to be studying?

Mr. L said: Yeah, I asked her that.

I said: (These poor men.) I already had the notes on my computer at home but my printer’s not working so it would be a waste of an hour if I did nothing wouldn’t it?

I smiled.

Mr. L said: Yeah, but I wouldn’t do it. I never did it. Last-minute studying is useless. Ever since my secondary school days I never did it. (Yeah, and look where you are now - printing out notes for students in a library???)

Mr. X said, sarcastically: Don’t worry, she’s a “smart girl”, she knows what she’s doing, I’m sure.

Mr. L said, with raised eyebrows, playing along: Smart? *coughs* From what? Her results? (Yeah, if you want to judge my academic capabilities based on two GROUP assignments, well, it’s up to you.)

I smiled (again, because I have more self-control than these civilized, educated adults who are so insecure that they have to pick on students to make themselves feel less insignificant).

Mr. X said, enjoying his little game: Mmm well, you know, compared to THE OTHERS, well, mm, she’s not THAT bad, you know?

Mr. L said: Well, compared to THE OTHERS, then yeeahhh, I guess so.

Mr. X said: So how are you finding your first semester here? Because you know, most students usually find it hard adjusting, getting used to the people, the assignments, and all.

I said: Oh, it’s been good. It’s been alright.

I smiled. (These poor men. They don’t really have anything better to do, do they?)

The printer finishes printing.

Mr. Y said: Here you go.

I said: Thank you.

Mr. X: By, the way, hope we didn’t scare you and make you regret coming here.

I thought: No, actually, I don’t. Because it’s taught me self-control as well as when to save my breath and saliva for people who aren’t worth two drops of it.

I walked out the door without saying anything.

I thought: Get a life, go to Life College.

Note: This wasn’t written to burn Mr. L and Mr. X. No disrespect meant to them; rather I feel sorry for them, because they were once little boys who played around and had fun and had dreams and ambition who grew up and didn’t get to fulfill their dreams, but got stuck making the lives of college students miserable. I haven’t. And they don’t require knowing the “right way” to study and making straight A’s.

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True. I am a dickward. But then again I never did claim to be a saint or anything of that sort. Hell...I'm used to calling myself that mother-fucking son of a bitch who would never amount to anything in his life. So right now I'm just going to have to settle for calling myself that mother-fucking son of a bitch who can walk in and destroy people's dreams and livelihood. Ah...to be hated and reviled by everyone...it's just like high school and college all over again...^_^

TTFN.
TTFN.

300

2007-03-08T23:01:00.000+08:00

300 is the story of a young man who decided that even though he's born into a family of soldiers, he doesn't have to be one and so he chose instead to become a hairdresser, working in a saloon called 300 because it's got 300 seats to serve their customers in. It's a story filled with sensitivity, men who are willing to cry because their hearts are broken and that crying is the only way to express their brokenness. No punches are thrown,nary a drop of blood is spilled...it is indeed a movie for the 21st century movie-goer...

Now that I'm done with the bs-ing, let's get this whole namby-pamby stuff out of the way and get on with the truth and the glory that is 300.

300 is based on the graphic novel by Frank Miller (the genius behind Sin City and the Dark Knight, amongst other things), which tells the story of 300 Spartans who defended their land against the massive forces of King Xerxes of Persia, buying enough time for the rest of Greece to gather their troops and prepare against the invading forces.

There is nothing remotely politically correct about this movie. Shown at a time when the United States' troops in Afghanistan and Iraq are suffering terrible losses, the message of the movie is ridiculously transparent (honour those who die fighting for your freedom) and it doesn't help that the Persians are black and Asian while the Greeks are white. Blood and gore is used throughout the movie like sambal on my nasi lemak and tits will fly. Men will perform impossible stunts, slay behemoths with just a single javelin and all the while, look good as sweat drip down their ripped, shiny naked body which was not even scratched during hours of fierce pitched battle.

But make no mistake: 300 isn't a movie about realism. It isn't a movie that requires you to think unlike Devilman or Doom (good examples of movie where a storyline isn't required at all. Period. Even an iota of a story kills the entire movie). It is a movie where heroes are heroic, full of machismo and say, 'To hell with negotiating. Let's just kick butt and chew gum along the way' and that alone makes it worth watching.

It is vicious in a true Homeric fashion (His spear went through the other man's groin, shredding his testicle as the spear point travelled upwards, destroying stomach, lungs and heart before finally coming out through his the base of his skull), it is as dark as a Batman movie (not Batman and Robin of course), there is no thinking required and it celebrates the macho man in every way possible.

Who said the macho man was dead? You know that you can't kill him 'cause he'll just stare at you coldly and say, 'I'll be back.'

TTFN.

Library fine

2007-03-07T14:30:00.000+08:00

Had a grand row with one of the students on Monday regarding library fine. She was under the (very much mistaken) impression that the fine was 10 sen per day and was raising hell when I told her that it was 1 ringgit per day instead (which it is and has been since Life College first started). She paid the fine and vowed that this wasn't over.

So she came today and asked for a receipt. God knows why she wants a receipt but I can guess why and even if she does send it to the boss or whoever, I'm still not going to respond to any change in fines since the fines are there as a preventive measure against people returning their books late, not as a way to get more money as she puts it. If the fine was 10 sen per day late, might as well return the book one month after the due date. You'll only be charged 3 ringgit for returning it late.

They don't get it, as the student services over here says. The students just don't get it.

TTFN.

Work

2007-03-05T15:42:00.000+08:00

Today I've officially received an unofficial semi-promotion. Translation: I got more work to do without getting extra pay. So theoretically, this means that I am now properly in charge of what's going in the college library, including my new task of purchasing books for the library and figuring out exactly what I'm suppose to answer when LAN comes by for their check-up sometime at the end of the month.

...which is a complete irony of what I've been doing my entire life since before this, I've never really been in a library before (I'm allergic to libraries and I hate going into libraries and the most time I really spend in a library of my own volition is 5 minutes tops) and now...I'm the guy in the library.

Yup...God has a weird sense of humour alright...

TTFN.

See the young lady

2007-03-01T00:00:00.000+08:00

Something that I came up with today at work as a sort of promise to Ker Shin. Enjoy.

See the young lady
whose heart is torn in two
Not by love nor by strife
rather the twice difficult choice:
to support the man
or to support the team

Her heart aflutters
when the man drives by
but now his chariot bears
the prancing stallions
so now she despairs
''Why oh why must this be?''

Tis too hard to decide
between man and team
Too long does she brood
and now begins the new year
and the chequered flag waves
Still she has not chosen

"It is too hard" she sobs
Must he really go that way
to that vilified squad
He did and she mourned
Now her heart could not choose
and agony awaits

No matter what she chooses
she will be mocked
For following the man:
The derision of the hated team
For following the team:
The heart's ache for lost love

But choices are not fair
And that's why choose
she must or else
Face torment for the season
When choosing between
The man and the team

Self-censureship

2007-02-27T18:33:00.000+08:00

Had to excercise a little bit of that just now in case some of you noticed since this current little matter is under police investigation. I'll blog the whole affair once it's settled.

TTFN.

Interesting life

2007-02-27T12:46:00.000+08:00

One of my fondest wish is that I would have a boring life. No. Seriously. Nothing would be better than a boring life. An interesting life is one that people would be interested in reading about or watching on tv or the big screen i.e. full of danger lurking around every corner, grand war time stories, earth-rending disasters, whirlwind romances that begins in Paris and ends in the Bahamas...you know, reasons that make a book or movie entertaining. Nobody wants to watch a movie about someone who goes to the shop to buy a carton of milk...unless he gets abducted by aliens along the way or the grocery store he goes to get robbed by a gang of Thompson wielding made-men in trenchcoats and wide-brimmed hats.

TTFN.

Sauce

2007-02-26T09:52:00.000+08:00

Must write this down before I forget how to do it.

BBQ sauce recipe:

Taco sauce
Enough Worchester sauce to turn it brown
Some honey
Juice from half a lemon
Cider vinegar
Chilli sauce (can't remember how much...just add onlylar)
Pepper (a few dashes I think)
And God knows what else

Mix all together and stir until light brown. Heat it up and serve it at any meal you want because it's just that damn good ^_^

TTFN.

Lone Wolf

2007-02-15T16:04:00.000+08:00

"I would be especially pleased if my granting of the rights to distribute my books in this way was seen as my 'millennium gift' to all those devoted readers who have kept the Kai flag flying high, through all the good times, and the not-so-good. It would make me very proud indeed if this enterprise laid the foundations of a lasting legacy, securing the longevity of Lone Wolf by making my creation freely and readily accessible to current and future online generations. For them, for us, for Sommerlund and the Kai. . . ."
Joe Dever 1999

God bless this man and his generosity. If you want to get his books online, get them here: http://www.projectaon.org/en/Main/Home

Second Day

2007-01-31T23:26:00.000+08:00

It's the second day of the wake and this time more people came by as predicted. Of course, most of them were volunteers who came to chant sutras and what nots, which I let them be for the most part. Met quite a few more people as well, including one person from Klang who asked me whether I could remember her. Nope, can't say that I do. Then she asked me which Form was I in? Right...for those of you who don't get that part, when people in Malaysia ask you, what Form are you in, they assume that you're in secondary school aka high school. I know I look young for my age, but please...that's ten years of the mark okay? On the other hand...hehe...ladies, wanna know the secret to looking ten years younger than you really are? I'll be the selling my secret to eternal youth sometime soon ^_^

Anyways...tomorrow is the third day and the final day of the wake before it's time for the funeral and cremation. So God bless to everyone again tonight.

TTFN.

First day

2007-01-30T23:25:00.000+08:00

Today's the first day of the wake and I definitely feel much better. Going to work was a big help I guess, since it took my mind of what happened yesterday and I had to focus on those college brats whom I've taken a liking to. Hah...imagine...me liking college brats...granted I get to fail them if the mood takes me so yeah...I like them ^_^

Death brings people together. I think I've said it before but I can't remember when so I'll say it again. Today was just friends and relatives adn boy...it was packed. I don't even know who half of them were and I think they were supposed to be my relatives from some part of Klang. And it's not even Thursday (the day when both KL and Selangor gets to enjoy state holiday at the same time). Shudder...

Anyways...I guess I'll save my thoughts for another day. Got another of work tomorrow (both college brats and wake stuff before the final farewell on Friday). If any of my readers are coming, see you there. If not, God bless you wherever you are and thanks for reading this post.

TTFN.

Tan Soon Wah

2007-01-29T21:26:00.000+08:00

My grandma just passed on today and I don't know what to say. That ep of Buffy where she found her mom dead, lying on the sofa...well, my grandmum was sitting on her chair when she complained about a sudden pain, and me being the bastard that I was dismissed for one of her usual complaints for a while until everyone was rushing to her side and panicking and I froze like a fucked-up idiot because I didn't know what to do and I started to panic and walking up and down like an idiot and my dad told me to look for the doctor's number and I couldn't find it and then I found it and I called the doctor and I got through after a few tries and he told me to try and rub her and then he told me to get her to the hospital but my dad said no because she was white and pale and already not breathing and I tried to feel for a pulse but I don't fucking know how to do it and my dad told me to call for the ambulance and I did and I went out and I waited for it with the gates wide open and the damn thing took so long to arrive and everyone was calling everyone and no one could get my mum and then the ambulance arrived and a pair of paramedics came and one of them examined her and that bitch had the audacity to say, 'I can do CPR but it won't help much and I wanted to say 'Shut up bitch and just do it' but I didn't and soon they left and then my dad started getting the kids to go and clear up the stuff and cover up all reflective surface and no one could still get my mum and now we cleared up all the stuff and the undertaker is here and I'm typing this stuff out and I dare not go to the living room because that's where my grandma is and I just don't want to look at her because damn it, she's not suppose to die now, she's only suppose to do that when I've got six kids for her to call her great-grand kids and since I'm never going to have kids that means she never has to die cause no one wants another person to die and damn...I'm pretty fucked up right now 'cause I don't know what to do like in that ep where Buffy finds her mum dead on the sofa...I don't want to cry because I'm a guy and I'm not suppose to cry and fuck all this...it wasn't suppose to happen today alright?

Random thoughts which I forgot to put up

2007-01-23T09:04:00.000+08:00

Random thought no 1: Why is it that most boy bands have one gay member in their midst? Boyzone, Westlife, Blue (there has to be one in that one. How else can they get along with Elton John?) Is there something about metrosexual men that attract homosexual men into their midst? Come to think of it, how come there aren't any gay women in girl bands/groups or whatever they're called? Or are they infested with men pretending to be women? Which leads me to the part where I start thinking about the wrongness of men nowadays and I crawl to a dark corner of the world and start weeping about the sorry state of life these days.

Random thought no 2: With the impending lawsuits that News Straits Times have brought down on Jeff Ooi and another guy, will the floodgates open for more lawsuits against bloggers in Malaysia? Will more people be sued? Will others be branded agents of Singapore? Will the US of A brand Malaysia as an tyrannical nation and begin to launch an invasion so as to 'free' us from tyranny and later dump us while we're in the midst of civil war? Yeah right...

TTFN.

Football in a park

2007-01-18T09:43:00.000+08:00

I don't know whether this is fake or not but it is cool to watch ^_^

http://video.yahoo.com/video/play?vid=328ecf091dbab473f15ff8ef37dfe6b8.1609993&cache=1

Long break

2007-01-17T19:50:00.000+08:00

Wasn't sure how bad the earthquake would affect this site so I stayed off blogging for a while. But the connection seems to be fine so I type this post in order to welcome the freaks of America back on tv. Yes, that's right! American Idol's back on Star World and now it's the time to get the ear plugs and stomach ointments (cause I'm laughing too damn hard at American delusion). We've got a McPhee copy cat and I think there's going to be a Taylor wannabe coming in tomorrow. But so far, I don't see a sure-fire winner yet. But never mind that. Let's just enjoy American dumbness while it last.

TTFN.

P.S. Happy belated New Year to those who actually enjoy the new year.

Wet Christmas?

2006-12-22T10:16:00.000+08:00

Seems that the weather is starting to hate Christmas as much as I do too. Otherwise it wouldn't be pouring great cats and pack of wolves and flooding the whole of Malaysia in a fine attempt to ruin Christmas for the majority of the populace. However, since I am in a pretty decent mood, I've got something to post up to make it seem better for everyone. It's a song and I think you can figure out how to sing it as well:

I'm dreaming of a dry Christmas
Just like the ones I used to know
Where the ground is so dry,
and floors are dry too
Without water everywhere

I'm dreaming of a dry Christmas
With ounce of dream I have
May these days be sunny and bright
And may all your Christmases be dry

TTFN and hopefully Christmas will be a dry one. I, for one, do not fancy my chances with swimming through the PJ channel if it comes to that.

Twelve days

2006-12-21T11:27:00.000+08:00

This song brings back some nostalgia. Here goes:

On the first day of Christmas my sayang give to me:
A basket to put my food in

On the second day of Christmas my sayang give to me:
Two low mai kai
and a basket to put my food in

On the third day of Christmas my sayang give to me:
Three waffles
Two low mai kai
and a basket to put my food in

On the fourth day of Christmas my sayang give to me:
Four char siew pau
Three waffles
Two low mai kai
and a basket to put my food in

On the fifth day of Christmas my sayang give to me:
Five kopi-o
Four char siew pau
Three waffles
two low mai kai
and a basket to put my food in

On the sixth day of Christmas my sayang give to me:
Six mozza burger
Five kopi-o
Four char siew pau
Three waffles
Two low mai kai
and a basket to put my food in

On the seventh day of Christmas my sayang give to me:
Seven sticks of satay
Six mozza burger
Five kopi-o
Four char siew pau
Three waffles
Two low mai kai
and a basket to put my food in

On the eighth day of Christmas my sayang give to me:
Eight roti telur
Seven sticks of satay
Six mozza burger
Five kopi-o
Four char siew pau
Three waffles
Two low mai kai
and a basket to put my food in

On the ninth day of Christmas my sayang gave to me:
Nine tiramisu
Eight roti telur
Seven sticks of satay
Six mozza burger
Five kopi-o
Four char siew pau
Three waffles
Two low mai kai
and a basket to put my food in

On the tenth day of Christmas my sayang give to me:
Ten nasi lemak
Nine tiramisu
Eight roti telur
Seven sticks of satay
Six mozza burger
Five kopi-o
Four char siew pau
Three waffles
Two low mai kai
and a basket to put my food in

On the eleventh day of Christmas my sayang give to me:
Eleven maggi goreng
Ten nasi lemak
Nine tiramisu
Eight roti telur
Seven sticks of satay
Six mozza burger
Five kopi-o
Four char siew pau
Three waffles
Two low mai kai
and a basket to put my food in

On the twelfth day of Christmas my sayang give to me:
Twelve laksa johor
Eleven maggi goreng
Ten nasi lemak
Nine tiramisu
Eight roti telur
Seven sticks of satay
Six mozza burger
Five kopi-o
Four char siew pau
Three waffles
Two low mai kai
and a basket to put my food in

Hope you enjoyed it. I know I did way back when. TTFN.

Joke

2006-12-11T20:50:00.000+08:00

I don't know...after expressing a desire to live a Jaye Tyler-esque life, the fact that I went to do my higher diploma (and by extension, my degree) just to see one girl, my total apathy about my grades throughout my life, the way I prioritise writing a novel that would earn me nothing over a potentially honours-giving dissertation and my generally laid-back attitude towards life, I still don't know why people ask me whether will I be switching to another job soon since what my job right now seems to be too simple for my paper qualification. Not that I care since I wanted a boring job and I got myself a boring job. Now all I have to do is wait for my pay and I can get that bottle of Johnnie Walker (Gold label) that I've been eyeing since earlier this month.

TTFN.

P.S. When I was writing this, CNN was showing a report of a driveby shooting of a Palestinian official. I only have this to say of the perps: my God, what a bunch of motherfucking, panties grabbing, pathethic, cowardly, despicable, underhanded, useless cocksuckers I have ever seen...oops...I apologize. To all of the motherfucking, panties grabbing, pathethic, cowardly, despicable, underhanded, useless cocksuckers, I apologize for comparing these guys to you. You are higher on the scale of humanity than these people are.

Tenjewberrymuds

2006-12-01T20:00:00.000+08:00

Room Service (RS): "Morrin. Roon sirbees."

Guest (G): "Sorry, I thought I dialed room-service."

RS: "Rye..Roon sirbees..morrin! Jewish to oddor sunteen??"

G: "Uh..yes..I'd like some bacon and eggs."

RS: "Ow July den?"

G: "What??"

RS: "Ow July den?...pryed, boyud, poochd?"

G : "Oh, the eggs! How do I like them? Sorry, scrambled please."

RS: "Ow July dee baykem? Crease?"

G: "Crisp will be fine."

RS : "Hokay. An Sahn toes?"

G: "What?"

RS:"An toes. July Sahn toes?"

G: "I don't think so."

RS: "No? Judo wan sahn toes??"

G: "I feel really bad about this, but I don't know what 'judo wan sahn toes' means."

RS: "Toes! toes!...Why jew don juan toes? Ow bow Anglish moppin we bodder?"

G: "English muffin!! I've got it! You were saying 'Toast.' Fine. Yes, an English muffin will be fine."

RS: "We bodder?"

G: "No...just put the bodder on the side."

RS: "Wad?"

G: "I mean butter...just put it on the side."

RS: "Copy?"

G: "Excuse me?"

RS: "Copy...tea...meel?"

G: "Yes. Coffee, please, and that's all."

RS: "One Minnie. Scramah egg, crease baykem, Anglish moppin we bodder on sigh and copy....rye??"

G: "Whatever you say."

RS: "Tenjewberrymuds."

G : "You're very welcome."

Chinese Odyssey

2006-11-24T20:52:00.000+08:00

I hate that movie, the one starring Stephen Chow as Sun Wukong and a lot of others, including a very young looking Karen Joy Morris (don't know who she is? Just google her. If you're too lazy to do that, her Chinese surname is Mok). It's ridiculously funny and all that but I just hate the way the movie ended. Can't a monkey just stay with the one that he love and say 'Screw you' to a very annoying monk (He sings 'Only You'...in Cantonese...in a terrible voice)? Apparently not.

Why am I writing about this? Simple. My brother felt the sudden urge to watch this movie again during his SPM break. So I have no choice but to listen to tons of 'Boyi Bolomi!' and watch the poor guy race through time so many times that deja vu is even funny anymore.

Again I ask,why can't the monkey just stay with the one that he loves?

TTFN.

Things that we should have seen in German class

2006-11-18T08:14:00.000+08:00

Make mine a Vesper

2006-11-18T00:14:00.000+08:00

Everything from the 20th century is being reinvented for the 21st. Can't be living in the past now can we? After all, everything has to move on or be left behind. Icons too, otherwise they'd be considered too campy and unsignificant for today's more...'enlightened' audience. Let's see, we have Superman retconned, Spider-man re-origined, Batman resetted and now meet Bond. James Bond. Would you like your martini shaken or stirred, sir? Do I look like I give a damn about how I want my martini done?

Re-imaging is necessary for today's audience. Too frivoulous and they call it campy. More outrageous than real life and they call it 'Tipu!' Don't believe me? Watch the two Transporter movies and you'll see what I mean. So, when it comes to everyone's favourite super-spy, he needed to be re-imagined as well. More gritty, more morose and definitely more brooding. Less flirting, less skirt-chasing. More realistic for today's times. More like...say...Sidney Bristow.

Anyways, enough about my ranting and back to the topic at hand. Bond. James Bond. My favourite Bond has always been Sean Connery. Numero Uno. Hands down. No one is better at being Bond than he is. Hell, he's the same nationality as Bond, for God's sakes. He was suave, he was cocky, he was debonair and he was scared shitless when Honey Rider told him the story of the black widow. He was the epitome of everything that is Bond. Forget the other Bonds. He is the Bond for all life.

Not that I don't like Casino Royale. I enjoyed it actually. Hell I'll give it three thumbs up but first I'd have to cut off someone's else hand just to make up for the third thumb. Here, Bond looks like how Bond did in the original short story, right down to the scar on his right cheek. Vesper Lynd was so gorgeous when she appeared in the accountant suit, she made me forget the other woman in the movie (what was her name again? I never did quite get it. No, seriously. I didn't get her name at all). If she's that gorgeous in a suit (with slacks, mind you), let's not even talk about how she looks like in a dress. Yes, I can see how a woman like that could change Bond completely.

Casino Royale is the story of Bond and how he came to be the Bond that we would later love and admire. Unlike the others adventures that were to come later, this adventure was his darkest one ever. Am I talking about the book or am I talking about the movie? An excerpt from Casino Royale, the short story, of course:

"Le Chiffre was serving a wonderful purpose, a really vital purpose, perhaps the best and highest purpose of all. By his evil existence, which foolishly I have helped to destroy, he was creating a norm of badness by which, and by which alone, an opposite norm of goodness could exist. We were privileged, in our short knowledge of him, to see and estimate his wickedness, and we emerge from the acquaintanceship better and more virtuous men."

Note that the above paragraph was stated by Bond while he was under the influence of a local anesthetic. Makes you wonder about the man, doesn't it?

Thus making Casino Royale the perfect story for our 21st century audience. We want a gritty and darker Bond, so we turn to the 1950's for our original inspiration. The irony of it all doesn't escape me one bit.

Go and watch Casino Royale. I can guarantee you that the critics are right about this movie. Some may say that it isn't true to the spirit of Bond but you can't get as true to the spirit of Bond as the short story now can you? Watch it, enjoy it and decide whether or not all of this darkness and grittiness is necessary in our viewing lives.

Until then, I want a drink. Three measures of Gordon's, one of vodka, half a measure of Kina Lillet. Shake it very well until it's ice-cold, then add a large, thin slice of lemon-peel.

TTFN.

Birthday Blues

2006-10-08T22:03:00.000+08:00

I feel evil today so I've decided to re-create several special reenactments that would remind us as to why we were born on the day that we were born. Here goes:

Birthday: Mid to late September
"Ho ho ho...have you been a bad girl or a naughty girl this year?"
"Oh...Santa...you know I've been bad. Do with me whatever you want to do."
Stripping
"Oh Santa...what a huge sack you have there...is that where you keep your toy?"
"Yes...and I'm going to put it into your chimney like this..."
"Oh Santa...it's such a tight squeeze..."
"The better I like it..."

Birthday: Early October
"So...what's your new year resolution for this year?"
"Well...I want to show more love and commitment to you..."
"Really? How? Can you show it to me?"
"Sure...like this"
Lots of petting and exchanging of saliva.
"Hmmmm...it's okay...but I still don't feel the love and commitment that you were talking about..."
"Don't worry...that's not all of the loving that I want to show you...would you like me to show you how else I can love you?"

Birthday: Early-mid to mid November
"Happy Valentine's Day dear!"
"Ermm...where are the flowers? And the chocolate? At least tell me there's a card?"
"Of course there is! Watch!"
Stripping.
"Oh...that's a very interesting place to put chocolate on..."
"Do you want to try it? They say it taste very good...enough to make you and me scream with pleasure..."
"Hmmmm...I don't know...sometimes it's a little salty too...and are you sure you stayed away from the Johnny Walker before you did this?"
"Oh c'mon...just give it a try..."
"Oh alright..."

Birthday: Autumn months
"Brrrr...it's freezing in here..."
"We could always share body heat to become warmer..."
"Okay..."
Moments later...
"Hey...you know what else can make us warmer?"
"How?"
"They say vigorous activity can make a person warm too."
"Okay..."

That's all for now folks. More ideas are definitely welcome so that I can help gross everyone else on their birthdays ^_^

TTFN.

GARO

2006-09-30T18:46:00.000+08:00

Okay...the series ended about six months ago and I had the whole series for like four months already and I've watched the entire show from start to end three times already so I thought, 'Hey, I might as well review this show, right?' Here goes...

GARO is an adult tokusatsu about a knight who hunts down creatures that are made from the negative emotions of humanity. And I see some people already scratching their heads. Tokusatsu is a genre of Japanese shows that incorporates live action martial arts sequence, fantasy/science fiction elements and special effects (the word tokusatsu itself means special effects). Examples include Ultraman, Kamen Rider, Space Sheriff Gavan, Super Sentai, Godzilla...I could also mention the live action Sailor Moon series but I don't really want to...only that I did mention it...D'oh!

An interesting concept over here would be the phrase adult tokusatsu. As a general rule, tokusatsu is usually aimed at children (usually around kindergarden age, I think) but they already incorporate things like death (main characters do die permanent deaths and in some cases, miserable deaths like that cute chick who just died by the side of the road and everyone just walked past her as though she was just sleeping, unlike in G.I. Joe where even characters got impaled through the heart, they only slip into a coma), sex (Dear God...I just can't get the sight of the monster dry-humping another girl's ass out of my mind), psychotic villains (you know, I don't like your nose, let me get rid of it for you) and soap drama moments (I love you but you love someone else but I shall try to get you to change your mind so that I can my penis between your legs). So if all of these stuff are already in shows geared towards children, how much more adult can tokusatsu get?

Let's see...throw in very obvious sexual tension, women walking around topless, utterly psychotic villains (as above but with even more insane motives like my dead boyfriend was a pianist so I shall go about killing people and collect one of their fingers in order to create the perfect hand), disgusting make-out sessions (did that guy just tongued that thing? Ewww...thank God there wasn't a tentacle in sight...), etc. etc.

Anyways, now that I've gotten that part done with, let's get on with a summary of the entire series. As I said, it's about a knight who hunts down evil creatures but one day, he does it in front of this one girl who gets splattered with the creature's blood. The rule states those who has been stained by such blood should be killed in order to spare them of a terrible death but he does not do so. Otherwise we wouldn't have much of a story, now would we? His excuse: he wants to use her as bait since those who have been stained attract more of those creatures. Reality: he wants to fuck her, plain and simple.

What actually happened: he never did use her as bait, because no matter where she goes, there's always a monster that wants to eat her. She goes to the bar to have a drink, there's one there. She takes her friend to the one hospital that is run by monsters. One of her boss was killed by a monster in front of her and the monster didn't even notice Little Miss Trouble up until the moment she walked in through the door to tell her boss that he's got a phone call. She's even more trouble than she's really worth but Mr Emotionally Retarded Knight decides to stick around with her anyways.

Suffice to say, more things develop and soon there's a bit of world saving involved and of course, the girl is cured of her affliction but when the time comes for the two of them to get things heated, our brave knight does the one thing which makes everyone who watches this show to slap their foreheads in unison: he bows, Japanese fashion and drives off to the north. D'oh!

Good points: if you like tokusatsu, watch this. It has everything that you love about the genre and triple the special effects. My sister has commented on the cuteness of the guy (her main reason for watching the show) which I didn't really notice, although she was also slapping herself due to the guy's retardedness.

Bad points: For the love of God, do not, I repeat, do not watch this in front of your parents. They will grind your bones to make their bread. So what if it's Japanese tits? It's still naked flesh!

TTFN.

WTF???

2006-09-26T13:28:00.000+08:00

Okay...J. Michael Straczynski has gone too far. When he first came aboard for Amazing Spiderman , I was impressed with his idea of whether the radioactive accident gave the spider the ability to transfer its powers to Peter or whether the spider originally intended to give its power to Peter but the radioactive accident was just an accident. Good question but then later, he went forth and revamped the entire Spiderman origin so that none of Stan Lee's original idea applies and then Iron-Man went forth and made an Iron-Spider costume for Peter in exchange for Peter becoming Iron-Man's slave...I mean protege. Not to mention his screw-up of Gwen Stacy's death, where he retconned it to say that actually she willingly fucked Norman Osborne aka the Green Goblin before her death.

Now comes the last straw: everyone knows who Spiderman is under the mask. Not because he was forcefully unmasked on live tv, but because he pulled off his own mask and told everyone that Spiderman is actually Peter Parker. Fuck this, man. Change may be good but this is one change too many that screws up Spidey entirely. He's no longer the lovable loser (amongst superheroes, that is) that people love and relate to. He doesn't have to deal with normal people problems anymore, he has to deal with Superman level problems. He's no longer Spiderman...

Damn you Straczynski...damn you to hell...

TTFN.

Break-in!

2006-09-15T19:53:00.000+08:00

Apparently, between the hours of 1000 and 1200 (GMT +8), my house got got broken into. Below is a list of the items taken from my house:

1) Sony Ericsson K508i

Oooops...did I type items? I meant item. Hats off to one of the silliest breaking and entering that I have ever had the opportunity to hear about. It seems that someone rang on the bell and my grandfather let him in, since the guy said he wanted to fix the aircon. This is the part where everyone in the world simultaneously slap their forehead with their hand and say 'D'oh!' Homer-style. Anyways, after that, the guy went into my sisters' room (which was the only air-conditioned room in the entire house) and took away the aforementioned item. Thank God for living only using fans.

Oh well...at least none of my stuff is missing. As for the trade-in price for that phone, I guessing somewhere around...oh...RM200. Not that bad, I think.

TTFN.

The Great Plan

2006-09-12T21:21:00.000+08:00

Phase 2 of Project: Jaye Tyler has been completed. Further commands?

c:\execute Project: Jaye Tyler Phase 3

Executing.........

Executed. Phase 3 is now being executed. Expected date of completion.........error. Error. Error. Unable to determine results due to insufficient data. Firther commands?

c:\waitandsee.exe

Command accepted. Programme will observe and study the results that would be revealed during the execution of Phase 3. Further commands?

c:\TTFN.exe

Crikey

2006-09-04T18:21:00.000+08:00

Ding dong bell
Croc hunter is dead
How did he die?
Not by croc
but by a ray
Stung in the chest
doing some filming
Death was quick
and he was not
Ding dong bell
Croc hunter is dead

Quote of the Day

2006-09-03T17:10:00.000+08:00

When life sucks, make sure it swallows every last drop.

TTFN.

Vow of Chastity

2006-09-01T10:52:00.000+08:00

...is pretty much the second most useless feat in D&D 3.5, with Toughness still having possession of that spot (3 hit points each time you pick this feat...please...I get more hit points as a wizard at each level than that feat) but that's not what I'm talking about here.

Women are pointless; they are not worth the effort, not worth the time, not worth the money and defintiely not worth the emotion. I hereby, very publicly and very loudly and for the whole world to read (if they are bothered to do that), do declare that I no longer wish to bother with the fairer sex in any way possible. No more girl hunting, no more dating, nothing. Sex is pretty much out of the picture too, hence the title head.

Oh...and just in case you're wondering, no I'm not turning gay so all you gay assholes out there (I know there are some reading this and have already opened the champagne bottle), piss off okay. I'm still straight, I'm just not interested in women anymore and I no longer wish to have any sort of relationship period.

Good bye and good riddance to all those emotional baggage. Now all of womenkind are free of my oppression and don't have to give me those looks if at any time I try to approach them. It's just not worth it.

TTFN.

Group Hug

2006-08-29T01:04:00.000+08:00

To the people out there who actually read this piece of shit, wanna see even more fucked-up people than me? Check this site out:

http://grouphug.us

God...and I thought I was fucked up...looks like there's a pool of extremely fucked-up people out there in this world...

TTFN.

Pluto

2006-08-24T23:21:00.000+08:00

It is now official. Pluto is now no longer considered a planet by astronomers from 75 countries around the world, much to the dismay of quite a number of people, except in Malaysia where school teachers will continue to teach to their students that Pluto is the ninth planet of the solar system. On the one hand, you have scientists, renowned people of science who constantly argue with each other which theory is wrong and in doing so, create all kinds of ridiculous theories along the way (after all, it was scientists who came up with nonsenses like phlogiston, black people being the product of white people mating with gorillas and other fucked up bullshits). On the other hand, you have school teachers, who, while they are suppose to be the educators of the young, often end up creating the next generation of butt kissers and idiots along the way.

Anyways I digress from the topic at hand. So...now that Pluto is no longer a planet (it's now a 'dwarf planet'...wow...like there's a difference to most of the people on the face of this world who barely has time to look up at the stars, unlike a lion and his cub), we're now down to eight planets. Soon, we'll probably be down to seven since scientists being scientists will change their minds, go after the next theory that shakes its wriggly butt at them, and revise the rules so that Mercury is no longer a planet. After that it'll be Jupiter's turn because then the scientists will say, 'It's so big so therefore it cannot be a planet' and so on and so forth until the only planet that deserves to be called a planet is Earth...unless those English lovers gets their way and rename Earth 'Diana'...if that the day comes, I volunteer to get a shotgun and blow the heads of the idiots who agreed to that change.

My point is? Humans being humans, we love to argue above stupid things, like what should be defines a planet or why should people buy cheap, B-grade, independent horror movies or how we should act at a certain age. And like I said, these are stupid things to argue about 'cause nobody really cares about these things. 'Cause if we really do care, the world would stop on its axis and say, 'Hey...that's really important.' But it didn't. It simply couldn't care less and we are made to look like the idiots that we really are since all we do is debate on whether or not these things are worth.

And that's it for this moment's random musing. Now to go off to my old high school and laugh at the Science teachers for still teaching their students that Pluto is a planet and then I'm off to the Ministry of Education to tell them that if they say that Pluto is a planet in their official examination paper, they should just shoot themselves in the head.

TTFN.

Humanity

2006-08-24T20:35:00.000+08:00

If there's one thing that goth has taught me, it's the fact that everyone is capable of the deepest evil. No matter how well-bred, religious, well-intentioned a person is, it is our corrupted hearts and tainted minds that eventually lead us towards the dark, dark path that is evil. Forget upbringing and genetics because those are just excuses. Forget maltheism because that pushes the responsibility unto God for fucking us up. Why is there evil in this world? Because we choose to be evil. It's as simple as that. It's not because of our personality, the way our parents beat us when we are young, the religion we choose to follow, the way God decides to let evil things happen in this world. None of that matters because it's not important. What's important is the choices we make and that's what decides between good and evil.

And that is all I have to say for now. TTFN.

This has been said before

2006-08-19T15:47:00.000+08:00

But let me have the fucking privilege to say it: this world is filled with nothing but frivolous bastards who only know how to look at the surface and nothing below. May everyone's genitals rot and shrivel off and let everyone just fuck off and die. So fucking what if you don't live up to their standards? So what if you are yourself all the time? So what if you refuse to change to become more like others? Be a part of the melting pot. Blow their cocks and swallow their cum. Piss off and die if you don't do that. Grow up and stop doing what you enjoy doing. Stupid motherfuckers. They should just pack up and die for all I care. And if they dare say that they are not that shallow, please. Just listen to what they have to say. They are just as shallow as I am if not more shallow.

Conform to their standards...please...I'd rather die...

Tribute

2006-08-18T00:54:00.000+08:00

Thought I'd never be writing on this damn thing again but tonight I think the situation warrants a rethink on behalf of my late grandma (mom's side) who died last Saturday and whose funeral I didn't attend on account of the fact that it was in Singapore. But the dead deserves to be remembered and since there are pics of her bathing me when I was a baby...heh...I think this is the least that I can do.

I don't remember much about her and I don't know her that well. Hell...I don't even know her name. No regrets there but as I sit here typing this, my mom is sitting behind me, talking to my sister, reminiscing about her mother, I do wonder what if...

But she is dead and her ashes now lie in an urn somewhere in Bishan (as far as I know) so I'm just reduced to typing out this little tribute to a woman whom I did not know and without whom I wouldn't be here to be typing this and brooding about it.

So this is my tribute to a woman I never knew and would never know. May she rest in peace and may God have mercy on her soul. Because that is all that I can say right now.

FF.

2006-08-06T10:23:00.000+08:00

I've been wanting to do this for the longest of times and last night gave me the opportunity to do so and here goes: goodbye.

Random Musing

2006-08-04T01:16:00.000+08:00

I don't know why but I get the idea that people seem to think that me liking someone is an extremely repulsive act which goes against the will of God. Maybe it is, for all I know, the way people act about it. Maybe I should just go back to the old me, huh...the one who spends most of his time alone...that way I don't muck up people's head too much...

This ends today's weird and random thought which I thought I should write down.

TTFN.

Bored...

2006-08-03T17:28:00.000+08:00

No work...no nothing...it's freaking boring...there's only so much of watching OC and playnig Diablo 2 that can help stave off the boredom...on the other hand, that new idea is coming up pretty fine. If all goes well, there should be a new link on this site pretty soon.

TTFN.

High School Reunion

2006-07-30T01:19:00.000+08:00

Why did I go to that reunion again? Oh...right...so that I can have a legitimate reason to get piss poor drunk and say all kinds of ridiculous things...which was exactly what I did. By the time the first hour of the reunion had passed, I had downed 8 shots of scotch which I brought myself. Next time around, I should bring gold label. At least I think I can get more people to drink with me. This time around only one girl was drinking with me and that's cause she went to UK and learnt how to get wasted over there. Everyone else couldn't drink one shot without getting drunk. Yeesh...what have I become...the class drunkard? Heh...sounds like a cool position at the time I'm typing this out.

Everyone was asking me, where's Terence? How the hell should I know? I haven't seen him since the day I left CHS, which was about seven years ago; the same amount of time I haven't seen most of the rest of them. Hah...what do you think I am? Did you think I miss you? And I pretty much said so myself. Of course, then someone has to say, the next time they have a reunion, bring gf or bf along. Again I say, Lan and Chiao...

TTFN.

Quick recap

2006-07-26T23:55:00.000+08:00

Went for an interview today at some firm called Turnville Gains. The three products which they sell are a) training programmes, b) corporate packages and c) water filters. I know...save all all water filter jokes until whether it's confirmed that I actually work there or not.

Later went to Fiona's father's funeral service at eight. Pretty SOP as far as funerals go and since all funerals are meant for the living and not for the dead, my condolences to Fiona and to her family. He now lies in God's hands and God will keep him safe.

After that, went to play futsal at Taman Megah. Here's the part where I confirm the fact that I am old: I can't get out of my chair without going 'Oooooh...arghhhhhh....' I wish I was young again and could play four hours of football again without those ridiculous aches and pains...

Anyways...semi-work starts tomorrow (semi as in I go there at eleven with writing equipment and photostat IC). Maybe I might actually be joining the workforce soon...there goes my idea of following all those Jaye Tylers out there in the world...no idea what I'm talking about? Go watch Wonderfalls, showing right now on Star World at eight pm Tuesday, repeats at 11.30 pm, 11.00 am Wednesday and I think on Sunday or was it Saturday...

TTFN.

Voices in my Head

2006-07-21T21:22:00.000+08:00

...and all they do is just scream one name out again and again. It's like they don't have any throats that get dry (probably because they're just voices in my head) and I just want them to stop. I don't mind being locked up in a nuthouse just so long as they all just stop screaming and leave me alone. 'Course I could do what they want me to do but...it's not going to happen in a million years and even if I do what they want me to do, it's not going to work and I'm not going to happen. I need that gun...blowing my brains out would definitely shut those voices up 'cause if I drown or suffocate or die in some other that still leaves my brains intact, I think those voices would still continue to nag me even in death.

So...anyone out there with a gun that they're willing to loan to me? Anyone? Anyone...please...wait...I think I hear royalty calling for me...is it really time for me to do it?

TTFN.

Asking for advice

2006-07-20T23:19:00.000+08:00

I hate doing that. Especially if everyone I ask don't get what I'm asking about or gives me the vague, non-commital answers that I am so fond of dishing out myself. The irony...oh well...I guess it's up to me now...answer...don't answer...answer...don't answer...answer...don't answer...damnit...this flower has too many petals. Let's try a coin instead; heads I answer, tails I don't...here goes...no...no you don't you stupid coin...don't you dare roll into the crack...it did and now it's standing on its side. Okay now...where are does d20's of mine...oh yeah...they're in Yu Cheang's place. Goddamnit...why can't I just get an easy answer on whether or not should I answer the last two questions in that stupid email?

TTFN.

Back

2006-07-17T23:35:00.000+08:00

And the physical and mental state which I am now in consists of the two following state: fucking tired and fucking bored. Tired because I went to bed at 6 am this morning and didn't go to sleep until about 7 am since I was too busy spending time with my very best friend in the world (the toilet bowl) and bored because I just spent eight days in Brunei doing nothing.

But waitaminute! someone out there shouts out. Weren't you suppose to be in Brunei working or something like that? You see...that's the problem. Eighteen KDU students and 4 lecturers went to Brunei so that they could work in Brunei for the Sultan's birthday ceremony and ended up...well...not working. To quote too many people, the money that we got was just gaji buta. For those who don't get what that meant, the easiest translation would be we got paid to do nothing.

How did that happen? Unfortunately, that's kinda on a need to know basis but if you do see me, I could spill the beans for you privately.

Got to know some of the juniors who turned out to be...an interesting bunch to say the least. Can't wait to see how they'll turn the entire SHTCA upside down in the future. Mr Allan and Mr Don were...also a pretty interesting bunch to say the least (fight for the cunt, fight for the cunt, fight for the cunt-tery!) and meeting Reuben who was Mr Don's classmate back when he was a student was...hmmm...let's just say that the next time we meet, he wants to know whether I've lost something along the way or not.

Let's see...what else did I miss...oh...yeah...I think the guys would kill me if I don't include her into this post. Who am I talking about? Hehe...nothing much...I was flirting around with one of the part-timers who was working at the banquet dinner and pretty much everyone caught me in the act. As far as I know, her name is Siti and she's a teacher of religion (at least that's how she describes herself). No I didn't get her number nor did I get her email address. One, we live in two seperate countries and two, her current boyfriend is a prince of Brunei. Not sure what that means, but I'm not sure that I want to find out...

Anyways...my time with my very bestest friend is catching up with me and I need to go and get some sleep. So ciaos...

TTFN.

One story before I go

2006-07-09T15:25:00.000+08:00

Once upon a time, there lived a beautiful woman, whose beauty was such that even the heavens would bow down and the stars would shine brighter just so that she would notice their light and comment about them. Wild beasts were charmed by her smile and men flocked from all over the known world just so that they could get a glimpse of her. Kings and emperors challenged each other to duel, in hopes that the victor would win just a smile of affection from her.

Even the creatures from other worlds fought over her. Spirits of men and heroes long dead tried to find ways to escape the guardians of the other world, hoping that if they could do so, they would become alive once more and be able to join the armies of men who fought over this woman. Oberon himself, despite the treaties of his wife Titania, flitted to her bed and left bouquets of fey flowers by her bed. His servants could not be trusted in doing this, for he knew that they would attempt to wake her up and claim that the flowers were picked and given to her by their hands.

Now it came to be that one day, as the woman was walking along a forest path, a throng of men surrounded her and attempted to woo her as she walked by. She was flattered by the attention as usual, but as she had an important errand to perform, she demurred and she hurried along her way. But the men persisted and continued to woo her as she walked.

Unknown to most men of the world, the forest path was owned by a red cap, a goblin who slew men in order to dye his cap red with their blood and who would proudly wear that cap for the world to see. On that day, he saw the woman for the first time of his life and his heart trembled and his eyes wept tears of joy at the sight of her beauty. Then he saw that the woman was being harassed by the men and his heart was consumed with rage and jealousy. He rushed out into the open, brandishing his wicked pike and he leapt into the midst of the men, killing them with impunity until all that remained standing was the red cap and the woman, who stared at him with wild-eyed terror.

His first reaction was to kneel down and dip his cap into the mortal wounds that he had inflicted upon the men. This caused the woman to scream and she turned around and fled in the direction from whence she had come from. The red cap cursed himself for what he had just done and he ran after her, trying to explain to her that he had done it for her, not for himself but she would not listen to him and thus, she continued to run and she did not stop until she had reached her home.

The red cap stopped outside her home, unable to enter it as it was beyond his domain and he called to her, begging her forgiveness for his cruel act and entreating her to give him another chance. But she refused to answer his call and for three days and three nights, this went on until at last, the red cap was forced to admit defeat and he went back to his home.

But his heart still beat fast whenever he thought of the woman and every night, he would walk up to her door and he would leave on her steps, a single rose, as bright as blood and as fragrant as a hundred violets and honeysuckles. And every morning, whenever she saw the flower, she would crush it beneath her heel for she knew who it was from and she was still appalled by his atrocious nature.

Then one day, it finally happened: the woman accepted the love of a man: the Emperor of the Sun and Skies and throughout the world, everyone rejoiced and wept at the same time. There was joy because everyone was glad that the woman had finally fallen in love and there was sorrow, for she had fallen in love with someone else.

The red cap heard about this and in his anger, he rushed out from his forest home to run towards her home and slaughtered a thousand men who happened to be in his way. But when he arrived at her home, he saw her together with the Emperor of the Sun and Skies and almost instantly, his heart melted as he watched the two together. Her beauty seemed to be enhanced a thousand fold by the look of love upon her face as she gazed lovingly into the eyes of the Emperor and as the red cap gazed upon her, all thoughts of anger and jealousy fled his mind and they were replaced by sorrow. Dejectedly, he turned around and walked back to his home.

Indeed, so sorrowful he was, that he neglected to kill men and soon the blood on his cap slowly began to dry and a tiny part of him began to cry out in alarm for when the blood on his cap had dried out, he would die. But his thirst for blood no longer drove him, only the love that he felt for the woman. Finally, on the night before the last drop of blood on his cap was to dry out, he arose himself from his bed and he marched towards the woman’s home.

But when he had reached the woman’s home, he saw that it was empty and that there was no one about. He fell to his knees in despair and wept bitterly for he had wanted to see the woman one last time before he was to die.

Up in the sky, a star took pity upon the dying red cap and it gently picked him up and took him to the palace of the Emperor of the Sun and Skies, where the woman was now living in. The star placed the red cap upon a ledge that was built on a tower and left the red cap there.

Looking about, the red cap saw that there was a window nearby and he crawled towards the window. Once there, he saw that the window opened into a bedroom and lying on a grand and sumptuous bed, was the Emperor and the woman that they both loved.

Sorrow sprang once more into the mind of the red cap but at the same time, he was glad; glad to be able to see the woman who had taken his heart from him, even though she did not intend to, for one last time. So the red cap lay on the window ledge for the rest of the night, until the sun rose and dried the last drop of blood on his cap. Then he moved away from the window so that she would not see him and thus did he die, with a sad smile on his lips.

******

Well, I'm heading off to Brunei for work tomorrow for about ten days so hopefully I'll still be alive and well by the time I come back ^_^ Take care to all of you and don't miss me too much 'cause I know I won't be missing you ^_^

TTFN.

Still Winter

2006-07-09T07:01:00.000+08:00

Birds have flown back
hoping to find
spring has returned
but it is still winter
Puzzled birds fly around
hoping to find
the answer to why
it is still winter

They found Old Man Year
sitting on a stump
staring at the horizon
waiting for something
A squirrel sat nearby
sitting on that stump
Chittering quietly
as it waited for something

Little squirrel! cried the birds
Why is it not spring?
Why does Old Man Year
Still remain here?
Why has not New Year
arrive with Spring
and sent the old one
away from here?

Hush... said the squirrel
New Year and Spring had
indeed arrived but
the cold and bitterness
that Old Man Year felt
had them frozen where
they stood and now
it will forever be Christmas

He is still in mourning
for his wife had died
at the end of autumn
as we all did know
But his heart froze
and all his feelings died
So now he sits and waits
for Autumn to return again

The birds did indeed
moan and cried
for Christmas is cold
and bleak and damp
No food and no warmth
they would die
on such a day
that was meant for joy

So the birds did
take flight once more
to the lands of the south
where it was still warm
Leaving Old Man Year
on his stump
where he sat waiting
for warmth to return

But it never would
for love has died
along with his wife
on that autumn day
Now he sits and waits
for the year to end
and take his misery
away from him

But it never would

European World Cup

2006-07-02T10:44:00.000+08:00

All that's left in the World Cup now are the Germans, the Italians, the Portuguese and the French. The World Cup has now become an unofficial Euro Cup! I suppose you could consider this a somewhat good thing (although I wished that the Argentinians got through instead. They played some of the best football in this tournment, except for the last hour that they played...)

Oh well...at least we don't have to wait two years to watch the Euro Cup this time. Wonder who will win this time around...

TTFN.

Changes

2006-07-01T11:01:00.000+08:00

Made a few changes to the blog. Not sure if anyone would like it butit's not like it really matters to me now does it ^_^ Anyways, now it's time for me to go forth and figure out how to change the banner on top of this blog to something nicer...

TTFN.

The Return

2006-06-29T19:47:00.001+08:00

Today marks one of the biggest retcon (retroactive continuity for those who don't know. Just Wiki retcon and you'll find out more) in the history of moviedom. I'm talking about Superman Returns, the movie which takes place after Superman II and officially deletes Superman III and Superman IV out of existence. Ma Kent still lives and the god-awful Superman clones does not live (unless they decide to re-use him in the next movie...)!

Quick recap/spoiler: Superman returns to Earth after five years in space spent travelling towards the remains of Krypton and learns that the world has moved on without him. Yeah right, he thinks and true enough, Lois Lane, the very definition of bad luck talisman, causes a plane to fall from the sky by her mere presence. Superman flies to the plane, prompting cries of birds and planes from the lesser beings that are humans and rescues the entire plane, only to ask Lois, "Are you alright?" "Yeah, she's alright! What about the rest of us? Aren't you going to ask the rest of us are we alright or did your digitally enhanced penis (yeah right, digitally enhanced. More like digitally reduced ^_^) get in the way of your concern?" shouts one of the passenger.

Meanwhile, Lex Luthor decides that he doesn't want to be a super villain after all; there are better ways to make money...say...real estate for example. Also, Lois introduces Superman to her husband/fiance/god knows what he is, Cyclops who decided that moving to this movie might be a better move for his love life since he already lost Jean Grey to Wolverine (only in his lowly pathetic dreams would it get better). Oh btw...does anyone remember the fact that Lois gave Clark a good humping in the second movie? Did anyone remember to check whether she was ovulating or was she having her period or something? Did Clark remember to use protection?

Good points: Lovely Superman poses, which include him lifting the world on his shoulders, the Superman theme, which was left untouched, cool Superman only moves. Bad points: The definitely cheesy moments that would undoubtedly plague such movies, where is the part where we see Clark rip open his shirt?!

Really nice touch: the dedication at the end of the movie. If you can't figure out who they dedicated this movie to, you definitely survive the explosion on Krypton and only recently arrive here on Earth.

Now to wait for Gwen Stacy to make her very first appearance on the silver screen. Finally...it took her long enough. Now let's hope that she don't die the same miserable death like she did so far...

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More World Cup nonsense

2006-06-28T01:10:00.000+08:00

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Football

2006-06-25T23:09:00.000+08:00

Note to self: need to find more straight friends. Or is it more macho friends? Or less geeky friends? I don't know... Anyways, after having a game of D&D today, I pretty much ended the session by saying that I need to go home and watch football. This was greeted with the usual 'Oh...why do you watch football anyways?' type looks and all that other kind of stuff, which does kinda gets on the nerves after a while because you'd be thinking that football unites the world (except the U.S. of A but who cares about that part of the world ^_^), yadda yadda but then there's the gay/yuppie/something part of the world (there's also Christopher but he's not gay nor a yuppie nor something and he doesn't watch football and I don't know what to categorize him under).

Well...that's my life I guess...

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Magiranger

2006-06-24T23:35:00.000+08:00

It has come to my attention that most people do not know that I am a big fan of super sentai so let me say it loud and clear over here: I am a big fan of super sentai! For the uninitiated, think Power Rangers and replace the actors and actresses with Japanese ones and you've got Super Sentai. Ahem...now back to the review.

Quick story premise: five siblings discover that their father died fifteen years ago in an attempt to seal a demonic god in his underworld along with his minions. His minions break free after the said fifteen years and the siblings' mother gave them five magic cellphones (yes...five magic cellphones...you can either say that the Japs love their tech or they pretty much ran out of ideas of original magical peraphanalia) that enables the siblings to transform into five coloured warriors who like to pose each time during a major battle. In the gaming world, that usually is equivalent to 'please come and strike me down while I take five minutes to complete my cool but utterly meaningless posturings' but I digress.

Simple storyline but it works quite well considering that they have 49 episodes to develop a few twists and turns along the way and they made sure that each episodes count. Personally I'd prefer three rangers versus five since it means that each character has more time to develop but I'm not the writer now am I?

Villains were cool and I mean it. From the Darth Vader clone Wolzard (deep voice, master of swordplay and mystical powers, cool costume and...well I did mention Darth Vader clone didn't I, so you can guess what kind of connection he has to the five kids) to the ten members of the Dark Pantheon to the monster of the week (they came up with a metrosexual monster! Die foul evil metrosexual monster die! But why did it take them two weeks to kill it? Is that the power of the metrosexuals?)

Giant mechas are a must in super sentais and therefore I shall review them here as well. Wolzard has the best mechas in the series (I love his centaur form...which kinda makes you wonder how they shot the live action version of that mecha...) and the others had pretty standard mechas except for the MajinKing who will remain in my book as the first giant robot that poses with his hat. Also...not that many combinations (especially when you compare it with the previous years) which is kinda not as fun (where is MajinKaiser? I was waiting for that but it never showed up!)

Let see...what else did I miss out...oh yes...cute chicks. Another essential (of silver screen, not just this genre). Hmmm...I give them a B+...cute enough with some G-rated jiggling during the end credits but there were some annoying moments that were just...well...annoying.

Final score: A- for a well-delivered series although I still think that there were a few loopholes in the storyline and some things were left unexplained. Not enough mechas and combinations but definite redemption in the villains department.

Now to have a look at Bokenger...

TTFN.

Results

2006-06-23T20:15:00.000+08:00

Got the results for last semester's finals today and once more I would like to call for the maestro to play the drums again. There goes the roll...and then a stone rolls down a hill but it will never join the Rolling Stones...the drums goes rat-a-tat-tat...waitaminute...who replaced the drum with a door...oh the maestro did...what? Of course I paid you to do the drums roll! How else could...well...too bad if you decided to feed the monkey with your pay and you had to sell off your drum set in order to settle your debts. Get a real drum next time or I'm firing you!

Ahem...now...where was I again? Oh yeah...finals result...here goes without the dramatic overtures...I passed. Yeah...I did...that makes me a graduate with a degree now. Hehe...I know Reza and Gary passed as well. I think Minh did too (can't remember his student number but he's pretty much a guaran-damn-tee). So hip-hip-hoorah for us! ^_^

Now to get hired and get some money...

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PS2 woes

2006-06-21T10:52:00.000+08:00

Arghhh........stupid controller...got busted two days after I bought it! I know I'm a strenous button masher but this is ridiculous...

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