So much has happened in such a short amount of time... Things that stressed the hell out of me, made me laugh like hell and annoyed me like hell. Basically life has been a form of psuedo-comedic hell for me. Ironically funny and yet slightly unpleasant in a way. Hmm... let's see...
Preparation for the End - AGAIN
I've started revision a long long time ago and yet, the only thing I understand so far is that there is more to learn ever since starting. Not very encouraging, I assure you. ADM, ISB, ITM and MAP... I would rank the subjects from hardest to easiest but the range of difficulty between each of them aren't really far apart. I think some people would actually agree with me wei. Once again, I don't need luck. I need a MIRACLE.
Your Friendly Neighborhood Chupkali~!
Chup-ka-li [chup-kaa-lee] - noun
The urdu word for your ordinary household lizard or gecko. Usually green-brownish in colour and constant prey for cats. It is also the object of insane morbid fear of a certain pathan in SC 7-10.
Alright, one day, a certain lizard was unfortunately crawling around in our humble abode. Rikaz took it upon himself to go torch the poor thing using a makshift yet common weapon, the flamethrower, using only a lighter and a can of insecticide. After he was done blazing the fellow, it was nothing but a piece of hard, semi-transparent piece of meat in the sink. Since Saad had earlier annoyed Rikaz and we all knew his morbid fear of the 4 -legged reptile, Rikaz then chased Saad around the house with the lizard. It was truly a scene to remember. I wish I could post it now but I must at least ask the participants in the video first for permission. Heh heh heh...
I wish I could remember more but I shall tell more when my memory serves me better. Peace out y'all!
Monday, October 22, 2007
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
Silence
Sorry for the lack of posts these days. As you can see, the usual average number of posts per month has been dwindling down to 1 digit numbers and that is sad as hell. As usual, I have loads to tell and pictures to load up, whether it has been promised beforehand or not. Due to the fact that we are all currently busy with our studies for assignments, presentations and finals, I suppose that is one of the reasons why I can't find the time to type crap out. Besides that, a fucked up keyboard doesn't help either. Alright then, time to practice for that damned Microsoft Access test that's about... 3-5 hours away. Snap~! Peace out y'all.
Sunday, October 7, 2007
Accursed Cat
The damn thing IS killing me! Not only with it's bloody claws but with its fur as well. Oh joy. Hopefully by the time I get back to Indahvilla, Rushdi would've gotten it a place away from me. Damned cat. Luckily it won't be staying with us next semester. That's the only consolation that I can get from the fact that some of them are moving away. Ah well...
Cliched? That's an Understatement
Fer real. It's FINALS time again. Damn, man. Again. Sad case. If I've said something about finals once, I would've said it a million times. The only difference this time 'round about the finals is that this semester, the subjects seem so alien to me. Accounting, ISB and ITM. The only thing that seems remotely familiar is MAP because of its links with MIP. I'm getting the hang of accounting in a way and ISB and ITM can only be handled by reading the damn thing to death. It would be a real bummer if I need to go to summer school, man...
Suprise Guest
Everyone has had such a guest before. They've met this guest in restaurants mainly. Whether it be in the middle of a meal, at the end or in the beginning (IF you're lucky). However, we weren't so fortunate as we met this "prestigeous" guest at the end of our meal. I' m going to let the pictures do the talking this time.
Cliched? That's an Understatement
Fer real. It's FINALS time again. Damn, man. Again. Sad case. If I've said something about finals once, I would've said it a million times. The only difference this time 'round about the finals is that this semester, the subjects seem so alien to me. Accounting, ISB and ITM. The only thing that seems remotely familiar is MAP because of its links with MIP. I'm getting the hang of accounting in a way and ISB and ITM can only be handled by reading the damn thing to death. It would be a real bummer if I need to go to summer school, man...
Suprise Guest
Everyone has had such a guest before. They've met this guest in restaurants mainly. Whether it be in the middle of a meal, at the end or in the beginning (IF you're lucky). However, we weren't so fortunate as we met this "prestigeous" guest at the end of our meal. I' m going to let the pictures do the talking this time.
Yeah, despite the poor quality of the pictures, one can obviously say that he or she has met this guest or heard of this guest from a friend. Fortunately for the operators of this business, we were merciful to not blow the whole situation into an event that is nothing short of a holy war. Yet, somehow, I couldn't resisit passing snide and evil remarks about the incident as the waiter/waitress walked. Too bad that these guys had to rain on my parade by trying to shush me. Fuck you.
Ramadhan Cricket Tournament
I would say I am at least a week late when it concerns this story and although I AM a week late, I still have not received the photos yet. I shall post it when I can but for now, I can only pacify you readers with the low-down of the whole tournament. I shall push aside the foreplay and events leading up to this tournament and on to the meaty part of the story.
Sidenote: Those who are unfamiliar with cricket terms and jargons are welcome to skip this part and ask me about them. Thanks.
HIGHLIGHTS
We actually managed to assemble a team to join the tourney! The team was entered with the name "710 Lulls". Which meant 710 dicks. 'Nuff said...
Won the first game by dumb luck! Won by 50+ runs with 1 over to spare.
Witnessed the most peculiar bowler in one of the last few games. Let's assume he's using his right hand and you're the spectator on his right-side. When he bowls, his hand goes clockwise. STOPS. Goes anti-clockwise and then clockwise and then releases the ball.
Batted only 25 runs and all our batsmen were bowled out in the 2nd last game. However, gave a tough fight as we took out 4 of their best batsmen by fielding like pros. Fuck, the celebrations were insane.
Sajid and Shaun of another team (and also the only team with matching uniforms) knocked into each other while trying to catch the ball. I knew one of the guys personally as an idiot so I had to be really insensitive about it. Although Sajid suffered a mis-aligned jaw, a torn upper lip that required stitches on the inside of his mouth to patch it up and a bruise on the whole area of his left cheek, I would still confess that the crash would've looked spectacular on YouTube.
All in all, we lost the other games and didn't manage to qualify to the semi-finals. However, on a lighter note, Raashid being the one who had organized the tournament and bought the prizes, medals and carpetting for the tourney, won the damn thing. In other words, the prizes and medals never left the house.
A'ite then, good luck studying to everyone in VU and Monash for their finals and Eid Mubarak to all the Muslims reading this if I don't manage to wish you on that day. Peace out y'all!
Ramadhan Cricket Tournament
I would say I am at least a week late when it concerns this story and although I AM a week late, I still have not received the photos yet. I shall post it when I can but for now, I can only pacify you readers with the low-down of the whole tournament. I shall push aside the foreplay and events leading up to this tournament and on to the meaty part of the story.
Sidenote: Those who are unfamiliar with cricket terms and jargons are welcome to skip this part and ask me about them. Thanks.
HIGHLIGHTS
We actually managed to assemble a team to join the tourney! The team was entered with the name "710 Lulls". Which meant 710 dicks. 'Nuff said...
Won the first game by dumb luck! Won by 50+ runs with 1 over to spare.
Witnessed the most peculiar bowler in one of the last few games. Let's assume he's using his right hand and you're the spectator on his right-side. When he bowls, his hand goes clockwise. STOPS. Goes anti-clockwise and then clockwise and then releases the ball.
Batted only 25 runs and all our batsmen were bowled out in the 2nd last game. However, gave a tough fight as we took out 4 of their best batsmen by fielding like pros. Fuck, the celebrations were insane.
Sajid and Shaun of another team (and also the only team with matching uniforms) knocked into each other while trying to catch the ball. I knew one of the guys personally as an idiot so I had to be really insensitive about it. Although Sajid suffered a mis-aligned jaw, a torn upper lip that required stitches on the inside of his mouth to patch it up and a bruise on the whole area of his left cheek, I would still confess that the crash would've looked spectacular on YouTube.
All in all, we lost the other games and didn't manage to qualify to the semi-finals. However, on a lighter note, Raashid being the one who had organized the tournament and bought the prizes, medals and carpetting for the tourney, won the damn thing. In other words, the prizes and medals never left the house.
A'ite then, good luck studying to everyone in VU and Monash for their finals and Eid Mubarak to all the Muslims reading this if I don't manage to wish you on that day. Peace out y'all!
Wednesday, October 3, 2007
…And It Doesn’t End There
Aw man… tomorrow is the due date for the ADM assignment and I’ve JUST started on it. To top that, a 40% MAP test is also going to be underway tomorrow. Oh joy. I’m currently sitting in the computer lab trying to start up on it.
*sigh*
Seriously, this post ain’t about none of that shit, man. Y’know, somehow when I wake up in the morning, I don’t give much thought when going to class. I just wake up, chill around and bathe when the time is right and then set off to class. Right after that, there must be something that happens in class, be it some idiotic bimbo talking trash hoping to squeeze some laughs outta people, people who act fake and TRY to be funny or idiots, that make me seriously regret not continue my peaceful and ever-so-comfortable slumber. However, after giving all those things a thought, I go to class to HOPEFULLY study and actually learn something, not to be entertained by a bunch of B-grade Comedy Central rejects.
Alright, I’ve just realized to sound more and more like a “Kundy’s Mind” post but there are just some things that I can’t keep in any longer. Call it whining, bitching, whatever, man. You don’t like what I’m saying, close the window and go play games.
Throughout this fucked up semester, it’s been really hard to study and shit like that. Either it’s the lack of passion for the subjects or pure laziness or I’m seriously burnt out. To add to that, everything else be it luck, love or simply the people around me ain’t helping much either save a rare few. Christ, I’ve been realizing that I’ve been bottling up a lot of hate over the few months that I’ve spent in VU and once in a while, violent thoughts of *ahem* abusing them, be it physically, mentally or verbally, have cropped one too many times in my head. I need help serious professional help, man. I noticed I’ve been randomly having temper flares all of a sudden when I don’t need it but it’s not a sickness or anything… It’s that immense hate and dislike starting to spill outta that bottle where I keep them all. Fuck… At this point of typing, I’ve got at least 5 angry things to say about certain people. As much as I would love to tell how much I would love to kill and maim and mutilate your damn ugly faces, I’d prefer not to.
*sigh*
Seriously, this post ain’t about none of that shit, man. Y’know, somehow when I wake up in the morning, I don’t give much thought when going to class. I just wake up, chill around and bathe when the time is right and then set off to class. Right after that, there must be something that happens in class, be it some idiotic bimbo talking trash hoping to squeeze some laughs outta people, people who act fake and TRY to be funny or idiots, that make me seriously regret not continue my peaceful and ever-so-comfortable slumber. However, after giving all those things a thought, I go to class to HOPEFULLY study and actually learn something, not to be entertained by a bunch of B-grade Comedy Central rejects.
Alright, I’ve just realized to sound more and more like a “Kundy’s Mind” post but there are just some things that I can’t keep in any longer. Call it whining, bitching, whatever, man. You don’t like what I’m saying, close the window and go play games.
Throughout this fucked up semester, it’s been really hard to study and shit like that. Either it’s the lack of passion for the subjects or pure laziness or I’m seriously burnt out. To add to that, everything else be it luck, love or simply the people around me ain’t helping much either save a rare few. Christ, I’ve been realizing that I’ve been bottling up a lot of hate over the few months that I’ve spent in VU and once in a while, violent thoughts of *ahem* abusing them, be it physically, mentally or verbally, have cropped one too many times in my head. I need help serious professional help, man. I noticed I’ve been randomly having temper flares all of a sudden when I don’t need it but it’s not a sickness or anything… It’s that immense hate and dislike starting to spill outta that bottle where I keep them all. Fuck… At this point of typing, I’ve got at least 5 angry things to say about certain people. As much as I would love to tell how much I would love to kill and maim and mutilate your damn ugly faces, I’d prefer not to.
I swear to god that I need to go back to the temple
I need a time-out.
“Somebody save me from this Animal I Have Become”
~Three Days Grace~
I need a time-out.
“Somebody save me from this Animal I Have Become”
~Three Days Grace~
God, it’s hard to suppress this but seriously… Some people just need a swift kick in the butt and a rattling to make them realize what bastards/bitches/idiots they are. Them with their falsetto tones, feigned innocence and forced smiles. Maybe that’s what I need… a swift kick in a butt, a reminder of the more realistic things in life. Damn, I’m screwed up. Or rather, is the world screwed up?
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