The Revolution of Action

At least that's what the motto is for Cabal Online, a new online game that recently surfaced in this region (South East Asia). When my brother came over to Sunway to join MUFY, I saw him playing this really interesting online game. Gameplay looks simple enough, interactive interface, top-notch graphics, wicked ass moves and of course, the best of all, it’s free! I had to get in on it.

Hmm… I really have to express wonder when some people were like, “Woah, you’re playing an online game?!” Is it that strange? You think I can’t commit hours to play? No, seriously, I can’t. I have to study.

=P

Truth be told, I like this game is because of the leveling. It’s not like previous online games I’ve played, like RO and Ran Online. Leveling’s like trying to convince Britney Spears to stop fucking up her life. Now this game, I can take my time yet reach acceptable levels without staring into a virtual world for days.

There’s so much more I could tell you but it would just be plain ass boring. Let’s have a look at a few screenshots at the game. Perhaps a gameplay video as well.

First, some concept art from Cabal itself.

The Blader class with Osmium armour and weapons



All classes with Osmium armour and weapons

Let me just add some technical info regarding this game. This is seriously one game that does not emphasize too much in one character class. Everyone can do insane amounts of damage and everyone can look good doing it. All that matters is your preference of how the game goes and what tickles your visual fancy.

Warrior, Wizard and Force Blader



Force Archer, Blader and Force Shielder

Force Archer – Your ordinary archer. No need to buy arrows ‘cause all your main skills ARE arrows. For Bleach fans, here’s the Quincy, Cabal style. Only later he’ll get a physical bow. Once again, like Quincys.

Force Shielder – Kind of like the only sword and shield character around. Shifts slightly more towards defensive tactics but as I said before, everyone can kick ass and look good.

Force Blader – A balance between speed and magic. A warrior-mage, if you must. Uses one blade and one magic weapon. (Gauntlets with orbs in them)

Warrior – The powerhouse. The tanker. Wields the bap sword. Basically, the FF7 Buster Sword variation.

Wizard – Your common mage. Casts offensive and defensive spells. Wields dual orb gauntlets.

Blader – The class that I’m using right now. Wields two swords or katanas and has wicked ass sword skills that would put Himura Kenshin to shame.

I’m still kinda low leveled so all the eye candy’s going to come later. Much later. Maybe in a month. Or a week. =D

My character, Verodox. Just level 20-ish.



Again, with Lightning Aura. Choiy~!

Alright, graphics look tight so far, perhaps even rivaling WoW. Check these gameplay videos out. 1st one is an official one. After that it’s a display of a common skill known as Battle Mode in Cabal, where you gain insane powers for awhile.

1. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Si-JhnOYicY&NR=1
2. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aHub2699UPE

Choiy~! If you decide to join, gimme a heads up.

Two Decades – The Part Where My Wallet Bleeds

Yeah, seeing as it is my birthday, I suppose I am expected to give out a free treat… So, I decided to take these guys for dinner at Pizza Hut. I was considering Nandos but after what happened to Saad… I decided to screw it.

There were uh… 12 people, including myself. Actually, 13, but 1 guy came at the VERY end. We had a good meal and all that. Rikaz decided to be an idiot and tried to embarrass me by singing a birthday song with much misplaced enthusiasm.

After that, we decided to go bowling since everyone was pretty much dressed up and had time to kill. The girls (except Piumi) left for home with Altaf in tow. Me, Rushdi, Rikaz, Shakir, Taqi, Chandu Mai and Yash bowled. Piumi and Yaseen just watched. I can’t remember the results in full but me and Shakir drew and got like 3rd or 4th place. Man… absolutely amazing game.

After that we went to Medan to play some CS and HL2. Challenged a few Indons to some CS maps and then later we just fooled around on HL2. Gotta admit that the game’s getting monotonous. I rocket you, you rocket me. But heck, sometimes we just gotta satisfy the inner Rambo in us. Heh heh heh…

Phew… long ass post, I know. So, it’ll be awhile until the next post. Will be busy coming days with exams and piling assignments. Fuck~

Alrighty then, peace out y‘all!

Two Decades

Fuck, it’s been that damn long that I’ve lived. Everything still seemed like it happened just a few days ago. Taking my 1st steps, learning my 1st words, going to school, watching porn, grinding at the Monash Welcome Back party… Wait, that WAS a few days ago.

Well, whatever it is, all my birthdays have been relatively quiet. Not lonely ass “Happy Birthday to Me” la, but y’know, just a family affair. Always has been and I expected it to stay that way. Last year oso, I went clubbing for the 1st time. It was grand, but since it was Maison, it was so damn packed that making a sardine joke now wouldn’t suffice.

This year was something else. I didn’t expect anyone to do anything. It’s been stuck like this for ages.

I was playing CABAL Online when Nizmi came to shake my hand and wished me many happy returns. He came back with Azim a few moments later and Rashmi’s guitar and started strumming madly, on one foot and singing Happy Birthday. Truly a sight to behold as I always saw Nizmi as a very serious business-like person. Damn.

The kicker of the night was yet to come. All these people had left for somewhere as usual and I was home alone la. I was so busy playing that time was passing faster than I thought. For reasons unknown (or by coincidence) they left the door open and suddenly three very gorgeous women, in the form of Nabilah, Nix and Piumi came and started singing Happy Birthday to me. I just had to laugh and clap. That was something outta a teen drama series, man.

After they were done, they asked me to come and chill or something like that. Since my place was like some seedy cyber café where laptops lay and empty cigarette boxes strewn over the floor, I decided to just go to their place. I thought we were just going to sit down and chill a bit.

Fuck, I was so wrong. Spidey-sense definitely took a convenient break tonight.

As soon as they opened the door, I saw the hall lights dimmed and there were multiple candles glowing in the distance on the glass table. I glimpsed a few dark silhouettes on the sofa set and a few shadows slinking near the kitchen area. As soon as I stepped into the area, the lights came on and whatever that happened next was a complete blur. All I could remember was feeling extremely ecstatic, clapping, laughing and surrounded by friends. I turned around and saw that instead of the traditional cake, there were 20 J Cos donuts of every flavour possible, each with a candle.

Someone definitely has a picture on their phone somewhere; I would post it soon, no worries. I hope I can remember everyone that was there, well, the whole of 706 (Rushdi, Rahul, Taqi, Altaf and Yaseen) was there and of course 701, as it WAS their place after all. Yash, Nix’s boyfriend was there as well. Raashid was there as well. I know that Azim and Nizmi were there as well. Sorry if I forgot anyone as there were a few people that just bailed after I blew the candles.

I didn’t expect this huge ass birthday card either! Check this shit out!

That's one huge ass card!



I recognize those characters from somewhere



Loads of messages in there



A lesson in Urdu by Altaf



An understanding wish from Yash



A death threat and a sincere wish, all in one by Nix =P



From the brutha from another mutha himself, Shakir



Insisting that her mistake was an honest one, Nabilah =P



Rushdi with the sincere wish of my quick death =D



From Taqi, my Urdu tutor. Chard bun ka pasina to you too, mate! =D



From thy bearded one himself, Yaseen



And of course, from my nangi, Piumi!



Another "well-wisher" in the form of Chandu Man a.k.a Rahul



Raashid, making a famous Sri Lankan quote that would crack me up if said properly!



Of course, the huge ass card itself, wishing me

Fuck~ Amazing! CHOOOIIYY~! Thank you guys! Shit…

I don’t think there’s anything more that I can say. So far a great day! Peace out y’all!

Next Post: Birthday Night and more on CABAL

Saved By The Freeloaders - EDITED

I was convinced by a trio of beautiful women and 2 dudes to attend the Monash Welcome Back Party. How can a mere mortal resist? Manil asked me a few days prior to the event and Rikaz asked me like 2 days before. The girls finally sealed the deal the night before. I’m telling you, they kept true to the word and I had one hell of a fucking blast that night! NOTHING can emulate what happened that night!

I wish I had pictures to show you how it was but I guess all that can suffice are my words. Well, first of all it was RM10 per ticket, mediocre Malaysian food consisting of the ever-popular fried mihun, chicken rending, surprisingly, sambosas and oddly, sausages. It was a mix of old school buffet and lame surprises in the menu. Drinks, we had to buy ourselves. Dang.

The seats we got were horrible as well as they gave us spare tables which were drenched in rain and the bloody water was slipping off the ends and onto my pants. Somehow deep in me that I knew this party was a bad idea, like all the rest that I have went before. I still remember two particular ones, both barbeques. One I had false hope with and another which I was more or less tricked into it.

Only good thing at that time was good company and good music. Although they were pumping the same ‘ol same ‘ol R&B songs of past and present, I was in the party mood. Ominously jiggy.

=D

But a party with just so little to enjoy would’ve probably earned Manil a spot on the chopping block with all the other party hosts I should/would’ve killed. Most fortunately for him, he made at least 1 correct choice in the night’s attractions. Before I skip to the good parts, let me add that the MC of the night was corny then in CIMP and corny now. Face it, state champion he may be, but that boy’s got a long way to go before he can start using pro beats for his own.

I would seriously agree with the following statement that was uttered from each pair of lips attending the shindig. The Freeloaders saved Manil’s ass. Big time. They were probably the only reason why I even enjoyed the party and didn’t leave that soon. I have to admit that Shazwan is a man transformed on stage. He sheds the lame jokes and becomes one badass motherfucker on stage. They performed Can’t Stop, Megalomaniac, Seven Nation Army, Are You Gonna Be My Girl, one more song that I can’t remember at this moment and lastly, Velvet Revolver’s Slither. All were performed with finesse and none failed to impress. I still wished that Jeremy took the time to learn how to play Slash’s solo on Slither. I would add on how some people were acting like maniacs on the dance floor and on the stage but I guess people were just having a good time.

The band performance was one of the few highlights of the night. The others are being dancing my arse off like no tomorrow and actually being surrounded by chicks instead of attending the usual sausage fest in clubs. I’ll leave that to your own imagination and the last highlight, well, let’s just say that people can surprise you in the way you least expect it.

For those who came, I hope you had fun. For those who didn’t, you missed out big. Peace out y’all.

P.S: I kept my promise. *wink* *wink*

Take Your Pick

Well, I’ve got nothing in general to talk about, just a few things that have happened. In life, uni, country and politics. Alright, the last 2 are mainly the same but what the heck, let’s start with that.

A Change In The Mold

Finally, a change in the government! As you all already know, the opposition parties racked up their best wins ever in Malaysia. Quoting someone in my IBC tutorial today, this probably happened so the majority party in Malaysia would be kept in check and reminded that this is a democratic country, not their playground.

Politics isn’t my cup of tea so I’ll reserve my thoughts about this. If you do feel like having a good read regarding the results of the recent general elections, visit either Wing Hoh’s blog or Ivan’s blog, though the latter might be a bit more brief.

With Grit… And A Sorry Excuse Of Passion

Finally, I went to California Fitness for the 2nd time. I joined like, 2 weeks ago. Fucked up… various reasons for not waking up on time were the key reason for not going. Argh, not gonna talk about it anymore. Plain disappointing.

When It’s Just Not Even Worth It

Ever had those moments were people are so wrong that it just isn’t worth a laugh, retort or even a reaction? It’s kind of like when Dane Cook tells a joke. I don’t know abut you guys, but Cook’s an idiot. How the hell did he land all those movie roles? How the hell did he even GET on the radar?!

That’s beside the point. If you are/were in VU, or hang around in Sunway often enough, you might’ve noticed a guy that hunches a bit, looking quite huge, always carries a backpack around with him and has that face reminds you of how a toked up guy looks like. Dude’s from China, I heard, and is probably one of the weirdest people you might actually encounter in Sunway or VU.

Veri had stumbled onto his blog a few weeks back and told us that he had wrote something a tad insulting about Chee King and the people that he hung with while he was still alive. Just read the post.

http://leexiaojun.blogs.friendster.com/my_blog/2008/02/easygoing_not_g.html

Ivan definitely blew his top when he read it. I just found it way too misguided and retarded to even get angry at. I mean, check this paragraph out.

For the same reason, as he felt drowsy on driving back home, he didn’t dare to stop aside of the highway, since, might be one of his friends also passed by and saw him, the friend would possibly broadcast it and all of his friends would laugh at him of trying to be a safe driver.

Grammar’s bad, yeah, wouldn’t expect much from him. But seriously… Even if he was trying to intentionally piss people off, he’s got to take some lessons. However, in all seriousness, this is all misguided. For those who’d probably want his head for writing such blasphemy on Chee King, by all means, I’ll join your angry medieval mob. I’ll bring my own flaming torch and pitchfork.

Let’s see when his picture’s gonna be featured on the obituary in The Star. Peace out y’all!

Damn You, Conscience

Usually a conscience works in a way that it kicks in AFTER you do something that’s not so honest, good or downright legal, right? The voice of your conscience can only be heard as a reaction to your actions, innit? Fuck… I just realized yesterday that my conscience is actually the opposite. No, it’s not telling to commit crimes and the such but it actually makes a conscious effort to do GOOD. Call me a skitzo, but ‘tis the truth.

Brrh~!

*ahem*

Back In The Game

Fuck… skinning my knees had set me back a fantastic tournament held by Monash but this time, I was willing to risk it. My right knee had pretty much healed but my left still had a bit of an open wound, so I couldn’t stretch. Nevertheless, I was pumped. Shit… Last night was something else. I was jumping here and there asking for the ball and going forward for once. Damn… God knows which demon possessed me.

I even scored a goal with a huge assist from Shakir and Rushdi. They probably ran around the defense three times just to pass it to me. Lucky shot but still, I missed a few good passes previously. Choiy~ 1st goal this season and 2nd goal in my Sunway career. Hahahaha…

We’ve got another game against the Bangla fellas tonight. Last night was just a normal match with our own guys. I think I’ve actually gotten so used to these guys that I can act like a complete fool and fly around the pitch.

Fall From Grace (?)

Pyramid schemes. Most have heard of it. Some even buying the bullshit they’re selling. And all have suffered except the bastards on the top. Not the prettiest get rich quick scheme one can think of. You’ve got to be a complete idiot to do it.

Unfortunately, I have a strong distinct feeling that these two foos that also happen to be my old Ipoh friends have gotten into this. Both are smarter than this and another academically superior to the other. Yet, the base human instinct of greed does seem to strip that all away. God knows how far they’ve gone but these guys are starting to ask me for money.

I just hope that I’m wrong. Really wrong. Peace out y’all.

The Mist – Deceptively Made to Look Lame

Another "parent protects child frantically from monsters" movie? I think not.

Look, in the beginning, it seems like a normal horror movie. Parent stuck with kid. Disaster strikes. Handful of survivors. All goes well, until some people decide to chance it with the mist. At this point, prepare to get MILDLY disappointment with creature design and the graphics.

The survivors and the parent (who obviously becomes the leader of the pack) try to hold down the fort as much as possible. Unlike most horror movies I’ve seen, there’re rifts growing between some groups of survivors. One group is led by an increasingly insane woman that would make you punch the nearest Christian. Another is led by a black guy insisting that help is out there and co-incidentally hates the main character due to past legal disputes.

The survivors try to make it through the night as more and more creatures come by the store. They try various ways to get out and the such but they all fail miserably. In the end, they try to head towards the pharmacy next door to get medicine for a burn victim back in the store but they are attacked by similar creatures and two people die trying to escape.

Due to the failures of their expeditions, the group of people believing this insane woman who believes that this is the biblical “End of Days” increases overnight. Fuck, I’m telling you, the next person who starts preaching to you after you watch this movie, you’d wanna tie them to a lamp post and run your car into that person. Over and over and over again!

Either way, the Christian fanatics go way outta hand and evolve into a full-blown mob, sans the flaming torches and pitchforks but nevertheless effective and deadly. As expected, the mad evangelist decrees that there must be a sacrifice of blood to appease God. They polish off a soldier and feed him to the creatures lurking outside. The remainder of the sane people, led by the main character, plan to escape and drive off as far as possible from the mist.

Of course, no movie would be complete without the usual comeuppance and twists. I’m not going to spoil what happens next but trust me when I say that it’s going to be really satisfying. As the movie approaches to the end, some of you would probably realize what would happen next. Its one hell of a ending, trust me. It’s worth watching the whole movie just to get to the end.

Rating from ‘Ol Spiky: 4.5/5

Only the graphics and creature design was flawed. The rest were not bad. Please go watch it. If you liked this movie, I urge you to watch Room 1408 as well, starring John Cusack and Samuel L. Jackson. It’s on helluva wicked movie and a mind-warping ending as well.

Peace out y’all.

You Be The Judge

Rushdi came into 710 and started playing a video from YouTube and asked us to guess the band’s nationality. It had that y’know, American whiny voice. Bowling For Soup kinda voice. One of the semi-rare voices in American music. The All American Rejects voice is something else la. How can a guy sound like he’s crying AND singing at the same time?

Anyways, that’s beside the point. Watch this.



Probably some of you guys have seen this before. But fuck, I can’t believe this is local music! The local scene has definitely evolved from Slash-lookalikes with 80s fashion sense and well… generally crappy music and rock/rap bands. I absolutely detest Linkin Park rip-offs, man. These bastards just made people condemn the genre even more. Fuck you.

I seriously can’t believe I was KIND OF dissing the local music scene just a few weeks back. The quality is a’ite. I’m sure all these people have put in loads of blood, sweat, tears and semen into their work but it ain’t stuff that we haven’t heard before. The way they present their work is also well, hardly groundbreaking. But these guys, although they’ve copied some stuff, they copied it good. Let’s see where time will take them, shall we?

MUISS Futsal Tourney

I had to attend it. Chicks playing futsal and a whole bunch of strangers. Sounds grand. Too bad I wasn’t playing ‘cause I skinned my knees a few days back. Blood’s all dried up and shit but still hurts a bit when I bend too much. Anyways, 1st half of the tourney was both male and female matches. There was this all-Aussie team consisting of like, five to six huge Australian dudes and one brown/black dude with a western accent. Either way, the brown guys were definitely way too fast for them as it was cake walk the whole tourney.

Unfortunately, with victory comes with sacrifice. This wasn’t really counted as sacrifice but Raashid dived for the ball when he was keeper and landed awkwardly on his shoulder. He was screaming like a pig heading to the slaughterhouse, man. Doc said it was a torn ligament and he needed to take it easy for a few days. Poor guy. Holidays just started some more.

Class started and the week passed by like any other week. Introductions and all that crap. Let’s see what happens next. Peace out y’all.