Well, here it is. The very last day of another year. Again. But I gotta say this year was very different compared to others? Why? Simple, for most of it I wasn’t in my decrepit home country, Malaysia. Okay, maybe the place deserves more credit than I give it but that’s another matter.
Well… let’s see… I’ve definitely discovered the joys of drinking socially; it’s not a bad thing. I’m sure there’re most of you who’ll roll your eyes and shit like that but sure, we’re all entitled to our own opinions.
Not-so-familiar-classmates have become good friends. Acquaintances have become friends. Idiots have been cast aside as the natural progression of social Darwinism takes place. I’ve had the pleasure of meeting more amazing people that add more colours and meaning to my life. So, here’s to you people. Abhi, Bob, Elly, Palm, Pui Yee, Shevoune, Su, Sarah, Bon, Carissa, Kang Wei, Daniel, Carmen, and Eric. You foos made my time really enjoyable in Melbourne.
And let’s not forget the old Indah crowd, even though far away, but still very entertaining indeed. The 706 girls, Nix, Nabila (congrats on getting married!) and Piumi. The 706 lads, Rushdi, Taqi, Rahul and to a lesser extent, Saad, you goat-raping, phone-stealing bastard! The 710 lads, Raashid and Suheil… and Rashmi, even though most of the time you ain’t there! The 709 dudes, Zabreen, Rikaz and especially Shakir, bunch of haramis you guys. Cheers to you lads. And though this is super late, thanks for that farewell present!
Learnt loads of shit about life in Melbourne. I had my eyes opened further. I’ve went from vindictive to loving the country. It’s beautiful scenery, the fun and very, very beautiful people and of course, your beautiful weather (not counting summer, you bastard).
I’ve seen things… experienced a lot of new things. Very thankful for that. I got to know her… I’m still confused over where I stand in this whole mess my mind has made up, but I’m glad that’s off my chest. Out of sight, out of mind, as they all say.
I’ve lived like never before in that country. I guess I have my mum to thank for that, financing this overly expensive son of hers to a city as amazing as Melbourne.
So, I suppose, it’s only fair that I be thankful for this amazing year, for it’s amazing people I have met, for the amazing experiences I have been able to experience and for my chance to count how much “amazing”s I have used in this post alone. Amazing. That’s another one.
Here’s to you, 2009. Ye have been a great year, but your time’s up.
Peace.
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
She Cold Stabbed Me
Yeah, just got my ass back from Melaka. Amazing food. Better than Ipoh, especially the ais kacang and the cendol. Damn son... cheaper too! But the chicken rice balls... meh... like that la. It's not exactly as played out as Pui Yee tells me.
Finally replaced my bokken from Melbourne with another similar black one that I saw while walking down Jonker walk. But that's another story for another time, in another post.
So I came back with a headache that's been with me since that morning, all the way in the train ride and all the way back here. So right after dinner, popped a double of Panadol and dozed off.
My next memory is that I had a dream of my ex. We were driving in a suburban area in a convertible. No reason, we were just there. Suddenly, next most vivid moment in the dream was me, adjusting the rear view mirror and I felt her move suddenly, I moved my hand in the way to block it and she plunged a syringe right into my outstretched palm. I saw a sort of green liquid in there. Transparent, somewhat neon-like and she pushed down on the plunger. Somehow I knew that was poison and next thing I knew, I reached across her with my free hand, opened her door and kicked her out.
I sped off and headed towards the hospital where I saw an old friend and his brother. I waved to them, went in, and parked. For some reason, all of my Melbourne friends were there with my ex and they were all asking why I was there 'cause they were there visiting another friend of mine that in reality, they didn't know. When I saw my ex, I was prepared to defend myself in case she had another trick to pull on me but I felt seriously weak from the previous shot she gave me.
The next few things were a bit fuzzy but suddenly said the reason why she did was because I never did the things she wanted and never took her to the places that she wanted to go. I remember holding her hands and saying that I will take her wherever she wanted to go, she just had to ask.
Next thing I knew, I stumbled into the hospital, looking for the right counter to talk to. Eventually I reached the right one and I succumbed to the poison and found myself on the floor. I woke up, in the dream, next to my other hospitalized friend.
And then here I am, typing this out. Wonder what the hell does this all mean.
Btw, was anyone on Fly.Fm around 9.10 pm last night? Yours truly got on radio! =D Hahahaha...
Anyways, I'm out. Enjoy your holidays.
Peace.
Finally replaced my bokken from Melbourne with another similar black one that I saw while walking down Jonker walk. But that's another story for another time, in another post.
So I came back with a headache that's been with me since that morning, all the way in the train ride and all the way back here. So right after dinner, popped a double of Panadol and dozed off.
My next memory is that I had a dream of my ex. We were driving in a suburban area in a convertible. No reason, we were just there. Suddenly, next most vivid moment in the dream was me, adjusting the rear view mirror and I felt her move suddenly, I moved my hand in the way to block it and she plunged a syringe right into my outstretched palm. I saw a sort of green liquid in there. Transparent, somewhat neon-like and she pushed down on the plunger. Somehow I knew that was poison and next thing I knew, I reached across her with my free hand, opened her door and kicked her out.
I sped off and headed towards the hospital where I saw an old friend and his brother. I waved to them, went in, and parked. For some reason, all of my Melbourne friends were there with my ex and they were all asking why I was there 'cause they were there visiting another friend of mine that in reality, they didn't know. When I saw my ex, I was prepared to defend myself in case she had another trick to pull on me but I felt seriously weak from the previous shot she gave me.
The next few things were a bit fuzzy but suddenly said the reason why she did was because I never did the things she wanted and never took her to the places that she wanted to go. I remember holding her hands and saying that I will take her wherever she wanted to go, she just had to ask.
Next thing I knew, I stumbled into the hospital, looking for the right counter to talk to. Eventually I reached the right one and I succumbed to the poison and found myself on the floor. I woke up, in the dream, next to my other hospitalized friend.
And then here I am, typing this out. Wonder what the hell does this all mean.
Btw, was anyone on Fly.Fm around 9.10 pm last night? Yours truly got on radio! =D Hahahaha...
Anyways, I'm out. Enjoy your holidays.
Peace.
Saturday, December 26, 2009
Avatar
"I See you"
I gotta admit... I was awed by the trailer itself. I was moderately keen on watching this movie and so I did. Went in a few minutes late just to see Jake Sully arrive right on time for his 1st briefing.
The movie, to say the least, is superbly visually astounding. You can definitely tell a lot of thought has been put into the whole creative design of the inhabitants, the world itself, the concepts, everything, really. If my weed-damaged memory serves me right, I think it took the writer 4 years for the script to be done. Not that he was rushing or anything, but it just took that long until he was satisfied.
And man, those 4 years sure paid off.
You can definitely tell that James Cameron loves to put in some stuff from his previous movies… come on now, Sigourney Weaver and landmates? Aliens, anyone?
But still, it doesn’t mess with the story at all. The story, not groundbreaking, typical natives versus invaders set-up. Sure, there are countless stories out there that have similar themes, even on grander galactic scales but it’s not the story that entices people, it’s the way the story is told. I bet if you had watched a film on how the Malay kingdom defended itself from the invading westerners; you would’ve learnt a hell more than reading it off a bleeding book.
And that’s what contributes to Avatar being a great movie. The flow of the story. There are no pauses. Every scene commands amazement from the audience as Jake Sully and Neytiri walk about the lush Pandoran landscape, exploring their surroundings, startling unique and awe-inspiring creatures and plants as they go.
The battles are epic and pull no punches. Missiles, incendiary ammo litter the skies against the seemingly weak but deadly accurate arrows of the na’vi inhabitants that ride on their flying beasts while led by the new Toruk Mocta, Jake Sully, which is basically now their new hero as he had tamed the untamable beast of the Pandoran skies.
As negative as the next sentence may sound, the plot is predictable, but the flow of the story keeps us in check instead of giving us time to guess what is coming ahead.
Ol’ Spiky’s Rating: 5/5 – Another movie that will define our generation.
I’m off to KL tomorrow and then to Melaka. Happy Holidays people and a belated Merry Christmas!
Peace.
The movie, to say the least, is superbly visually astounding. You can definitely tell a lot of thought has been put into the whole creative design of the inhabitants, the world itself, the concepts, everything, really. If my weed-damaged memory serves me right, I think it took the writer 4 years for the script to be done. Not that he was rushing or anything, but it just took that long until he was satisfied.
And man, those 4 years sure paid off.
You can definitely tell that James Cameron loves to put in some stuff from his previous movies… come on now, Sigourney Weaver and landmates? Aliens, anyone?
But still, it doesn’t mess with the story at all. The story, not groundbreaking, typical natives versus invaders set-up. Sure, there are countless stories out there that have similar themes, even on grander galactic scales but it’s not the story that entices people, it’s the way the story is told. I bet if you had watched a film on how the Malay kingdom defended itself from the invading westerners; you would’ve learnt a hell more than reading it off a bleeding book.
And that’s what contributes to Avatar being a great movie. The flow of the story. There are no pauses. Every scene commands amazement from the audience as Jake Sully and Neytiri walk about the lush Pandoran landscape, exploring their surroundings, startling unique and awe-inspiring creatures and plants as they go.
The battles are epic and pull no punches. Missiles, incendiary ammo litter the skies against the seemingly weak but deadly accurate arrows of the na’vi inhabitants that ride on their flying beasts while led by the new Toruk Mocta, Jake Sully, which is basically now their new hero as he had tamed the untamable beast of the Pandoran skies.
As negative as the next sentence may sound, the plot is predictable, but the flow of the story keeps us in check instead of giving us time to guess what is coming ahead.
Ol’ Spiky’s Rating: 5/5 – Another movie that will define our generation.
I’m off to KL tomorrow and then to Melaka. Happy Holidays people and a belated Merry Christmas!
Peace.
Monday, December 21, 2009
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
L4D2
The new Survivors, with more flava than ever!
I gotta say that I was pretty surprised, probably like every other fan out there of Left 4 Dead, when Valve announced Left 4 Dead 2. However, unlike other fans of the zombie shooter game, I was not the least outraged by this little piece of news.
Well, I'm not here today to address the community's feelings on this news, but rather, I am here today to tell you how motherfucking kick ass this game is!
First off, they've improved everything, from weapons, to maps, to the gameplay, to content, to... I don't know! You can definitely notice brief pauses in the 1st game between each crescendo event and parts where you need to switch somethin on that will set the horde nuts. In L4D2, the action is non-stop, past the 1st quarter of the map, your trigger finger never gets a break, unless of course you switch over to one of the many interesting melee weapons. My faves? The axe, 'cause it's just classic, the chainsaw, 'cause it's just Doom's style baby and the katana, 'cause that's just what zombies need to learn that it doesn't pay to mess with the living!
The campaigns are plentiful and this time it does actually have a story more so than the last one. However, as before, character development is all done with in-game dialouge and in the 1st campaign you actually get to hear the survivors introduce themselves to each other. How far have I gone in the campaigns? A'ite... I'm currently working on the very final stage, The Bridge of The Parish campain. Can't wait to actually finish that shit!
Voice acting, peh... it's not even an issue. Everyone sounds alright and pretty accurate. The characters themselves are pretty interesting, though I have to say that Rochelle might have been a ho before.
*roll on drum snare*
My favourite campaign has gotta be this one...
Well, I'm not here today to address the community's feelings on this news, but rather, I am here today to tell you how motherfucking kick ass this game is!
First off, they've improved everything, from weapons, to maps, to the gameplay, to content, to... I don't know! You can definitely notice brief pauses in the 1st game between each crescendo event and parts where you need to switch somethin on that will set the horde nuts. In L4D2, the action is non-stop, past the 1st quarter of the map, your trigger finger never gets a break, unless of course you switch over to one of the many interesting melee weapons. My faves? The axe, 'cause it's just classic, the chainsaw, 'cause it's just Doom's style baby and the katana, 'cause that's just what zombies need to learn that it doesn't pay to mess with the living!
The campaigns are plentiful and this time it does actually have a story more so than the last one. However, as before, character development is all done with in-game dialouge and in the 1st campaign you actually get to hear the survivors introduce themselves to each other. How far have I gone in the campaigns? A'ite... I'm currently working on the very final stage, The Bridge of The Parish campain. Can't wait to actually finish that shit!
Voice acting, peh... it's not even an issue. Everyone sounds alright and pretty accurate. The characters themselves are pretty interesting, though I have to say that Rochelle might have been a ho before.
*roll on drum snare*
My favourite campaign has gotta be this one...
"You must be this tall... to DIE!"
The final maps leading up to the *cough* Maybe I shouldn't reveal anymore and just let you guys pick this up and try it out for yourself. Ring me up for a game on GG anytime, lads.
Peace.
P.S: Totally off topic but I believe that my prediction of everyone going back to their own lives is coming true, but... I really don't like this. Funnily enough, I don't miss you as much as I miss...
Peace.
P.S: Totally off topic but I believe that my prediction of everyone going back to their own lives is coming true, but... I really don't like this. Funnily enough, I don't miss you as much as I miss...
Saturday, December 12, 2009
Mount Dandenong
We are actually way past the schedule when we did this road trip but damn, who gives a shit innit?
So yeah, I can’t even remember which day exactly we went, but I’m pretty sure it was within the last 5 days. That’s the benefits of the holidays; you definitely don’t need to remember which day is it, unless you DO have something very specific planned!
Anyways, we set off near noon in Bon’s car (Bon being the Thai translation of the word Ball) which was an excellent piece of Korean (?) auto engineering. Here’s a piece of conversation between me and Palm after I discover the window on my side was not the regular safety glass they fit into rides.
Me: Dude, see this glass? *knocks* This is some low quality shit man!
Palm: Dude, this is a Daewoo okay? It’s the highest quality in Korean technology!
Me: Oh yeah, I feel real safe after you saying that. Feel like Jesus’ hugging me.
*everyone laughs*
We set off after pumping the car with gas and air. The journey was pretty a’ite. We took the M3 Highway which set us back like 12 bucks. Damned toll system. At least the system here scans you once and you’re cleared for the day.
Okay, first stop we saw a chocolate shop by the side, a li’l place called Hahndorf’s Fine Chocolates. Girls and chocolates. Sheesh!
Arrived at Hahndorf's
Rows and rows of amazin' chocolate...
... pity I ain't a fan of the junk
Gotta give 'em props for presentation!
Next model for Hahndorf? XD
We call zis one "Ze Stair"
Lookin' right back at ya!
Oh yeah, you know I look good bitch!
Ready to devour
Table decor
Elly and Palm
Bad girls that need to be locked up! =P
Li'l Buddha statue in the maze
*insert cheesy tourism ad line here*
Pretty small maze. really!
The bird whisperer (?)
Moments before the carnage
Souvenirs of the carnage
D'awwwww~
*squawk*
Check this dude out! He's eating it off his hand! Or claw... or leg... whatever
Trying very hard to fit in
And on this month's cover of Vogue...
Yeah, we missed it by that much
He's almost there
The overweight couple
That's right ladies, give me shock... more...
Pressure of failing MPS finally got to me...
Hangin' around the train
The photo that never made it to Facebook and for very obvious reasons
Chillin' around
AHAH! Take that Puffing Billy guards!
The Puffing Billy train station
Old school Australian public toilets?
All aboard!
RUN!
So yeah, I can’t even remember which day exactly we went, but I’m pretty sure it was within the last 5 days. That’s the benefits of the holidays; you definitely don’t need to remember which day is it, unless you DO have something very specific planned!
Anyways, we set off near noon in Bon’s car (Bon being the Thai translation of the word Ball) which was an excellent piece of Korean (?) auto engineering. Here’s a piece of conversation between me and Palm after I discover the window on my side was not the regular safety glass they fit into rides.
Me: Dude, see this glass? *knocks* This is some low quality shit man!
Palm: Dude, this is a Daewoo okay? It’s the highest quality in Korean technology!
Me: Oh yeah, I feel real safe after you saying that. Feel like Jesus’ hugging me.
*everyone laughs*
We set off after pumping the car with gas and air. The journey was pretty a’ite. We took the M3 Highway which set us back like 12 bucks. Damned toll system. At least the system here scans you once and you’re cleared for the day.
Okay, first stop we saw a chocolate shop by the side, a li’l place called Hahndorf’s Fine Chocolates. Girls and chocolates. Sheesh!
Arrived at Hahndorf's
Rows and rows of amazin' chocolate...
... pity I ain't a fan of the junk
Gotta give 'em props for presentation!
Next model for Hahndorf? XD
Stopped over and checked the shop out. Real classy place and loads of types of chocolates. They sure know their shit man. There’s a café in the place too. With seats on the inside and the outside. Nicely designed altogether.
So after snapping a few photos, we headed to the nearby café, called The Soda Tree.
Man, that place is retro as hell. I mean, the design, the furniture, the decorations, hell… It was a tight place. You only get these places outside the city. That comfy little feeling, y’know? A little odds and ends shop was attached to this café with some weird old stuff. Old phones, classic mannequins with DOUBLE Ds and two creepy ass clown dolls. Urgh. I hate those clown dolls. Reminds of It so much. You know, that damned Stephen King novel’s drain monster!
So after snapping a few photos, we headed to the nearby café, called The Soda Tree.
Man, that place is retro as hell. I mean, the design, the furniture, the decorations, hell… It was a tight place. You only get these places outside the city. That comfy little feeling, y’know? A little odds and ends shop was attached to this café with some weird old stuff. Old phones, classic mannequins with DOUBLE Ds and two creepy ass clown dolls. Urgh. I hate those clown dolls. Reminds of It so much. You know, that damned Stephen King novel’s drain monster!
We call zis one "Ze Stair"
Lookin' right back at ya!
Oh yeah, you know I look good bitch!
Ready to devour
Table decor
Anyways, the waitress in The Soda Tree was so helpful, she wrote down all the nice places to hit and even dug out one big ass map book to show us how to go to get to these places. Nice lady.
So she directed us to go to this lookout point where we can see a lake, Grant’s Picnic ground, where we could feed the birds, Sky High and another town called Olinda that’s in the middle.
So first stop, we tried looking for this lookout point. One would think that the lake would be in plain sight and pretty close but sadly it was quite far away and the lookout point did get a good view of the lake, but not as one would imagine, so we just drove off, up to Sky High, where there was this maze.
It was a pretty simple maze as I’ve been in there before. I watched the others have their fun and just followed them around as some of us tried to lose each other in the maze. Hehehhee…
So she directed us to go to this lookout point where we can see a lake, Grant’s Picnic ground, where we could feed the birds, Sky High and another town called Olinda that’s in the middle.
So first stop, we tried looking for this lookout point. One would think that the lake would be in plain sight and pretty close but sadly it was quite far away and the lookout point did get a good view of the lake, but not as one would imagine, so we just drove off, up to Sky High, where there was this maze.
It was a pretty simple maze as I’ve been in there before. I watched the others have their fun and just followed them around as some of us tried to lose each other in the maze. Hehehhee…
Elly and Palm
Bad girls that need to be locked up! =P
Li'l Buddha statue in the maze
*insert cheesy tourism ad line here*
Pretty small maze. really!
Eventually we got out of the maze, and headed off to our next destination…
A’ite… from the directions the lady gave us at The Soda Tree, it was pretty easy to get to Grant’s Picnic Ground, the place where we could feed the birds and they are super friendly.
We definitely got the run-around when we stopped over at Olinda, a town between one side of Dandenong and Belgrave, where some locals pointed us in 2 totally different directions. Crap. Either way, long story short, eventually we managed to find our way to the spot, which was closer to Belgrave than anything.
Unfortunately we arrived a tad too late and the shop at the picnic ground had already closed. The shop sold the seeds that the birds go nuts over so… yeah, it was gonna be a tad tough but we managed. I surprised myself really, as I attracted the most birds (shameless self-praise here) compared to the rest. Shevoune was all “Aaaaahh… get them away from me~” and Palm had his first unfortunate taste of cockatoos going berserk on his arms. Elly seemed to handle the birds well by luring them in with Pocky.
A’ite… from the directions the lady gave us at The Soda Tree, it was pretty easy to get to Grant’s Picnic Ground, the place where we could feed the birds and they are super friendly.
We definitely got the run-around when we stopped over at Olinda, a town between one side of Dandenong and Belgrave, where some locals pointed us in 2 totally different directions. Crap. Either way, long story short, eventually we managed to find our way to the spot, which was closer to Belgrave than anything.
Unfortunately we arrived a tad too late and the shop at the picnic ground had already closed. The shop sold the seeds that the birds go nuts over so… yeah, it was gonna be a tad tough but we managed. I surprised myself really, as I attracted the most birds (shameless self-praise here) compared to the rest. Shevoune was all “Aaaaahh… get them away from me~” and Palm had his first unfortunate taste of cockatoos going berserk on his arms. Elly seemed to handle the birds well by luring them in with Pocky.
The bird whisperer (?)
Moments before the carnage
Souvenirs of the carnage
D'awwwww~
*squawk*
Check this dude out! He's eating it off his hand! Or claw... or leg... whatever
Right after that we headed down to Belgrave, where we all knew Puffing Billy was. Our last trip to try to catch Puffing Billy was a bust so we decided to give it a go again this time. When we got there, we found out we missed the last train by saaaaayy… an hour plus? Hahahaha…
Anyways, we got a lucky break… or not but whatever it was, the gates were all open and we had full access to the whole station and there was nary a guard in sight! So we fooled around a little…
Anyways, we got a lucky break… or not but whatever it was, the gates were all open and we had full access to the whole station and there was nary a guard in sight! So we fooled around a little…
Trying very hard to fit in
And on this month's cover of Vogue...
Yeah, we missed it by that much
He's almost there
The overweight couple
And decided to take it down to the tracks and the locomotive…
That's right ladies, give me shock... more...
Pressure of failing MPS finally got to me...
Hangin' around the train
The photo that never made it to Facebook and for very obvious reasons
Chillin' around
AHAH! Take that Puffing Billy guards!
The Puffing Billy train station
Old school Australian public toilets?
All aboard!
RUN!
We all really couldn’t believe we managed to get so much done in just one freakin’ day! But come to think about it, none of the things we did after The Soda Tree required anyone to let us in or anything. ‘cept for Sky High, that is.
Definitely one of the best trips of my life, it sits up there with Dubai in my books for the most fun ever.
Peace.
Disclaimer: All photos were taken by Palm and edited by him or Elly. Thanks for the pics!
P.S: Good God it took me a few days to write this motherfucker down. Will resume normal ranting soon enough
Definitely one of the best trips of my life, it sits up there with Dubai in my books for the most fun ever.
Peace.
Disclaimer: All photos were taken by Palm and edited by him or Elly. Thanks for the pics!
P.S: Good God it took me a few days to write this motherfucker down. Will resume normal ranting soon enough
Friday, December 4, 2009
My Letter to Her
Hey.
I suppose this is the most cowardly way I can convey what I have been feeling over the past semester but at this point… I don’t think I really care anymore.
Maybe, someday I hope you’ll be able to read this.
I can’t start with “Ever since I met you” but… as I got to know you, you’ve been a particularly interesting character. Your carefree attitude, your adventurous streak and perhaps even your beauty has caught my eye.
Man, I can’t even find the right words that doesn’t make this sound cheesy, but… I don’t know. I really don’t know.
After that first night we went out with everyone, something special happened there. I knew you weren’t in full control of yourself but… it probably wasn’t real, but it was real in my head. It’s probably delusions that I have of you, but my thoughts translated into feelings. Maybe I was chasing a phantom that was conjured of a night of forgotten mistakes but nevertheless I have feelings for you. I have asked you out, but after I found out some things about you, I decided that you weren’t for me.
Every time I walked in there, I always looked for you first before anything, hoping to catch just a small glimpse of you. It didn’t matter if you looked haggard, or tired, I just wanted to see you.
Yeah, I know, it sounds really pathetic, but whatever, this is how I feel and I am not ashamed of it.
Despite the fact that I decided not to care anymore, or to pursue, but we met a few more times and the more I hear, it made me realize more and more of how I felt about you. I will not call it love because it is a dangerous feeling to confess to.
As the holidays grew closer, we hung out more, and I got to know you a bit more. I treasure every moment we had.
Then it came to that night, when I had a chance, and… I don’t know what it all meant, but… I showed you that I wasn’t the guy you thought me out to be.
I am more than that.
I am more than him.
At least I am honest with the people I am with.
I like you a lot, despite how fucked up you are, despite how broken you are, despite everything that you’ve done. I want to help you. But you didn’t let me in, so what was I supposed to do?
I’m sorry I wasn’t there to say goodbye. I had so much to say, but I couldn’t bring myself to tell you, because I didn’t want to complicate things in my life.
But now that you’re gone, and now that I am leaving for good, I’m not going to have a chance to tell you everything. I had so much to tell you, yet so little, yet so much I want to keep in myself until I enter my grave… But too little too late, huh?
I’m sorry I haven’t been truthful with you.
I’m sorry, if you’re reading this that this is the way you find out, but I don’t think you’ll ever see this.
If you do, this has got to be the most pathetic ever that you’ve read. But I don’t care.
I don’t want to care anymore.
But I can’t.
Everyday I see something that reminds me of you. It’s like the world itself is reminding me and mocking me at the same time.
I saw your name in the paper today in the train and all I could do was turn away and sigh.
That night… when you were having fun with all those guys. It hurt me so much seeing you act that way, but all I could do was put on my mask, and give my best smile, hiding the pain I felt inside.
I tried to be at least a good friend yet you wouldn’t let me be one.
…
Whatever it is now, I wish you all the best. I hope you find someone special that will treat you right. I hope you can fix your problems. I hope that someday… you can let me in, and give me a chance.
But I know it’s not possible, now that you’re gone.
I will… cherish whatever memories we had, as little as they were, but nonetheless… despite the inappropriateness and cheesiness of this whole thing, I will.
Goodbye.
I suppose this is the most cowardly way I can convey what I have been feeling over the past semester but at this point… I don’t think I really care anymore.
Maybe, someday I hope you’ll be able to read this.
I can’t start with “Ever since I met you” but… as I got to know you, you’ve been a particularly interesting character. Your carefree attitude, your adventurous streak and perhaps even your beauty has caught my eye.
Man, I can’t even find the right words that doesn’t make this sound cheesy, but… I don’t know. I really don’t know.
After that first night we went out with everyone, something special happened there. I knew you weren’t in full control of yourself but… it probably wasn’t real, but it was real in my head. It’s probably delusions that I have of you, but my thoughts translated into feelings. Maybe I was chasing a phantom that was conjured of a night of forgotten mistakes but nevertheless I have feelings for you. I have asked you out, but after I found out some things about you, I decided that you weren’t for me.
Every time I walked in there, I always looked for you first before anything, hoping to catch just a small glimpse of you. It didn’t matter if you looked haggard, or tired, I just wanted to see you.
Yeah, I know, it sounds really pathetic, but whatever, this is how I feel and I am not ashamed of it.
Despite the fact that I decided not to care anymore, or to pursue, but we met a few more times and the more I hear, it made me realize more and more of how I felt about you. I will not call it love because it is a dangerous feeling to confess to.
As the holidays grew closer, we hung out more, and I got to know you a bit more. I treasure every moment we had.
Then it came to that night, when I had a chance, and… I don’t know what it all meant, but… I showed you that I wasn’t the guy you thought me out to be.
I am more than that.
I am more than him.
At least I am honest with the people I am with.
I like you a lot, despite how fucked up you are, despite how broken you are, despite everything that you’ve done. I want to help you. But you didn’t let me in, so what was I supposed to do?
I’m sorry I wasn’t there to say goodbye. I had so much to say, but I couldn’t bring myself to tell you, because I didn’t want to complicate things in my life.
But now that you’re gone, and now that I am leaving for good, I’m not going to have a chance to tell you everything. I had so much to tell you, yet so little, yet so much I want to keep in myself until I enter my grave… But too little too late, huh?
I’m sorry I haven’t been truthful with you.
I’m sorry, if you’re reading this that this is the way you find out, but I don’t think you’ll ever see this.
If you do, this has got to be the most pathetic ever that you’ve read. But I don’t care.
I don’t want to care anymore.
But I can’t.
Everyday I see something that reminds me of you. It’s like the world itself is reminding me and mocking me at the same time.
I saw your name in the paper today in the train and all I could do was turn away and sigh.
That night… when you were having fun with all those guys. It hurt me so much seeing you act that way, but all I could do was put on my mask, and give my best smile, hiding the pain I felt inside.
I tried to be at least a good friend yet you wouldn’t let me be one.
…
Whatever it is now, I wish you all the best. I hope you find someone special that will treat you right. I hope you can fix your problems. I hope that someday… you can let me in, and give me a chance.
But I know it’s not possible, now that you’re gone.
I will… cherish whatever memories we had, as little as they were, but nonetheless… despite the inappropriateness and cheesiness of this whole thing, I will.
Goodbye.
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
2nd Thoughts on This Chapter
As I sat down in the tram on the way back home earlier today, a sudden, yet slight pang of sadness struck, as I realized that I have a bit over a week left in this country.
It hasn't become that apparent when I'm having fun these few days with Shevoune, Palm and Elly, and sometimes Sarah. Oh, and Pui Yee of course.
There will be some I shall sorely miss. Some that I am glad I will most probably never see again.
I came here dreading this country, counting down the days I will leave here, but as always, I have grown accustomed to this country, and grown to love it for it's ability to set some parts of me free, for it's imperfections, and for it's acceptance of those imperfections.
I will miss it for everything that M'sia isn't.
Like what? Oh... I don't know... non-flat-chested chicks... That's like, on top of the list. I'll leave it at that. I shudder to think the shit I'll deal with when I get back.
I think it'll feel something like losing a sense.
Maybe I'm exaggerating now, maybe it's going to be as I say it is.
But whatever it is... I'm going to try to have as much fun as I can while I can... to forget her... instead of wasting my days thinking of things that could have been, that never would have been...
I'm out.
Peace.
It hasn't become that apparent when I'm having fun these few days with Shevoune, Palm and Elly, and sometimes Sarah. Oh, and Pui Yee of course.
There will be some I shall sorely miss. Some that I am glad I will most probably never see again.
I came here dreading this country, counting down the days I will leave here, but as always, I have grown accustomed to this country, and grown to love it for it's ability to set some parts of me free, for it's imperfections, and for it's acceptance of those imperfections.
I will miss it for everything that M'sia isn't.
Like what? Oh... I don't know... non-flat-chested chicks... That's like, on top of the list. I'll leave it at that. I shudder to think the shit I'll deal with when I get back.
I think it'll feel something like losing a sense.
Maybe I'm exaggerating now, maybe it's going to be as I say it is.
But whatever it is... I'm going to try to have as much fun as I can while I can... to forget her... instead of wasting my days thinking of things that could have been, that never would have been...
I'm out.
Peace.
Thursday, November 26, 2009
The Time Traveler's Wife
WARNING! SPOILERS AHEAD!
Don't ask me how I ended up watching this, but I did. Paid a good 14.50 AUD to boot. But still, it was a decent movie. Won't exactly download it again in the near future, maybe when I'm bored and out of shit to watch.
The idea of the story is just amazing, where Henry randomly time travels and during his travels he has seen his dead mother over and over again, dying in a car accident and his love, Clare in different stages of her life.
The whole movie kicks off with young Henry meeting Clare for the first time in his life but she has known him all her life. They fall in love, get married, go through some problems since he randomly travels through time at the most inopportune times and such.
The climax of the story is when an older Henry time travels and appears in front of Clare, Henry and their two friends, wounded from a gunshot to the stomach, therefore showing them how Henry will die in the future. As such morbid thoughts are cast away, Henry and Clare decide to have a baby but due to Henry's time traveling abilities being a genetic anomaly, the baby time travels out of the womb as well and causes Clare to have multiple miscarriages.
Eventually, Henry time travels into the future to meet his future daughter, who is 10 years old, Alba, which is proof that Clare's latest pregnancy will not end in miscarrige like all the others in the past.
There's a bit more that I don't think I want to reveal as I've already spoiled it enough at this point.
Ol' Spiky's Rating: 3.5/5 Amazing story but not mindblowing. Watch if you've got the time and money.
Aw crap, I feel sick. Got a sore throat and my head feels a tad light. Kicker is that tonight I'm supposed to attend a Penthouse Magazine event at Men's Gallery. Yeah, it's a strip club. Yes, I have free tickets. Yes, I am thinking of NOT going.
We'll see what happens, yeah?
Peace.
The idea of the story is just amazing, where Henry randomly time travels and during his travels he has seen his dead mother over and over again, dying in a car accident and his love, Clare in different stages of her life.
The whole movie kicks off with young Henry meeting Clare for the first time in his life but she has known him all her life. They fall in love, get married, go through some problems since he randomly travels through time at the most inopportune times and such.
The climax of the story is when an older Henry time travels and appears in front of Clare, Henry and their two friends, wounded from a gunshot to the stomach, therefore showing them how Henry will die in the future. As such morbid thoughts are cast away, Henry and Clare decide to have a baby but due to Henry's time traveling abilities being a genetic anomaly, the baby time travels out of the womb as well and causes Clare to have multiple miscarriages.
Eventually, Henry time travels into the future to meet his future daughter, who is 10 years old, Alba, which is proof that Clare's latest pregnancy will not end in miscarrige like all the others in the past.
There's a bit more that I don't think I want to reveal as I've already spoiled it enough at this point.
Ol' Spiky's Rating: 3.5/5 Amazing story but not mindblowing. Watch if you've got the time and money.
Aw crap, I feel sick. Got a sore throat and my head feels a tad light. Kicker is that tonight I'm supposed to attend a Penthouse Magazine event at Men's Gallery. Yeah, it's a strip club. Yes, I have free tickets. Yes, I am thinking of NOT going.
We'll see what happens, yeah?
Peace.
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Cover-Up
Just decided to post 'cause that last post was quite an eyesore to me. Anyways, I've been enjoying the holidays, not much that I can write specifically about 'cause there's just way too much and I don't know where to begin. And also there's been so much drama under the radar it's just annoying. Imagine waking up to a FB inbox that's just overflowing.
Crap.
But enough of that shit... Well, hm... I suppose I could tell you what's been happening so far... Let's see, I've went to Williamtown's beach. Got a few pics there. I am not aware of how much people can view the albums on Facebook. I will try to get the original copies when I do, and post them up, especially the photos of the beheaded penguin! =D
I went for 2012 again, and it's still awesome, yeap. Oh, I've been practicing a lot on the guitar, but that's just for bass, but I have to say... on this matter. I have to confess that I started learning not because I liked it. I mean, come on, who wants to start learning BASS? I just thought, ah, that's simple, just picking with your fingers, no big deal, I'll get famous if I keep at it, no worries. Boy, was I wrong.
Done a few gigs and injured myself each and every time 'cause my fingertips just weren't ready for the torture it took for many days in a row, practicing for gigs. And I only practiced, 'cause I needed to.
But now, I have to thank Bob, he has inspired me to play for the sake of fun, not because there's a gig to be done or a chick to impress, but just for fun, for your self-satisfaction and I gotta say, it's been a whole new, much more enriching experience than all the other times around that I have picked up a guitar. So, thanks man, and also to the other dudes that I've been playing with that has indirectly spurred me onto this path. Palm, Eric and to a much lesser degree, Gerry.
Crap, wanted to share a few videos of this new band my friend introduced to me called Infected Mushroom... It's not a band per say, since it's just 2 dudes, and their music has been described as psytrance. Yeah, some techno junk, but it's real tight man. Check it.
Peace.
Crap.
But enough of that shit... Well, hm... I suppose I could tell you what's been happening so far... Let's see, I've went to Williamtown's beach. Got a few pics there. I am not aware of how much people can view the albums on Facebook. I will try to get the original copies when I do, and post them up, especially the photos of the beheaded penguin! =D
I went for 2012 again, and it's still awesome, yeap. Oh, I've been practicing a lot on the guitar, but that's just for bass, but I have to say... on this matter. I have to confess that I started learning not because I liked it. I mean, come on, who wants to start learning BASS? I just thought, ah, that's simple, just picking with your fingers, no big deal, I'll get famous if I keep at it, no worries. Boy, was I wrong.
Done a few gigs and injured myself each and every time 'cause my fingertips just weren't ready for the torture it took for many days in a row, practicing for gigs. And I only practiced, 'cause I needed to.
But now, I have to thank Bob, he has inspired me to play for the sake of fun, not because there's a gig to be done or a chick to impress, but just for fun, for your self-satisfaction and I gotta say, it's been a whole new, much more enriching experience than all the other times around that I have picked up a guitar. So, thanks man, and also to the other dudes that I've been playing with that has indirectly spurred me onto this path. Palm, Eric and to a much lesser degree, Gerry.
Crap, wanted to share a few videos of this new band my friend introduced to me called Infected Mushroom... It's not a band per say, since it's just 2 dudes, and their music has been described as psytrance. Yeah, some techno junk, but it's real tight man. Check it.
Peace.
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Dear My Neighbor
Dear Neighborino,
I understand that sometimes I play my music a bit too loudly but that is only because I'm in the zone, playing bass and I sometimes need to hear the timing of the notes. The other times I'm pounding the techno and R&B loudly is because I am getting high on the music. I realize since you're mainland Chinese, I am most probably disturbing your conversations of disgustingly slurred and contorted so-called Mandarin with your "homies" back in red country.
I duly apologize if I have woken you up from your slumber, especially if I do so in the middle of the night, more so when it's past midnight. I have acknowledged your displeasure especially when you start pounding furiously on the wall when the music gets too loud so I turned it down.
However, I do not see a problem when I slightly raise the notch during the day time, especially around noon and late afternoon when I am not disturbing your slumber.
Therefore, before I leave, I am going to raise the notch the whole god damn day and when you knock that wall, I will knock back with a beat matching the rhythm of the song I am currently listening to until it finishes. God help you if you start knocking during the beginning of a Tiesto song or a Slipknot song because I will start hammering the wall with a damn steel pole if I have to get the right beats.
I hope YOU stop being such a douchebag and knock that shit everytime I turn it up ONE DECIBEL.
So help you God if you ever come knocking my door wanting a face to face 'cause the only face you're gonna get is the blunt edge of my bleeding bokken into your bleeding face.
Peace,
Your Disgruntled Neighbor
I understand that sometimes I play my music a bit too loudly but that is only because I'm in the zone, playing bass and I sometimes need to hear the timing of the notes. The other times I'm pounding the techno and R&B loudly is because I am getting high on the music. I realize since you're mainland Chinese, I am most probably disturbing your conversations of disgustingly slurred and contorted so-called Mandarin with your "homies" back in red country.
I duly apologize if I have woken you up from your slumber, especially if I do so in the middle of the night, more so when it's past midnight. I have acknowledged your displeasure especially when you start pounding furiously on the wall when the music gets too loud so I turned it down.
However, I do not see a problem when I slightly raise the notch during the day time, especially around noon and late afternoon when I am not disturbing your slumber.
Therefore, before I leave, I am going to raise the notch the whole god damn day and when you knock that wall, I will knock back with a beat matching the rhythm of the song I am currently listening to until it finishes. God help you if you start knocking during the beginning of a Tiesto song or a Slipknot song because I will start hammering the wall with a damn steel pole if I have to get the right beats.
I hope YOU stop being such a douchebag and knock that shit everytime I turn it up ONE DECIBEL.
So help you God if you ever come knocking my door wanting a face to face 'cause the only face you're gonna get is the blunt edge of my bleeding bokken into your bleeding face.
Peace,
Your Disgruntled Neighbor
Saturday, November 14, 2009
2012
Monk: Oh. Fuck.
Okay. First off. I can't say 2012 is THE most anticipated disaster movie of 2009 'cause I've been seriously out of touch with the masses' opinions but I gotta say that 2012 is one of those rare non-summer gems of a movie.
It's almost a typical disaster movie set up in the beginning. Unknown people discovering that something is horribly wrong with the planet. Government starts setting up shady aftermath plans and shit like that.
Alright, if you're looking for a storyline, go watch 500 Days of Summer. This's not for you. C'mon. It's a disaster movie. The CGI is brilliant in the sense that it really does it's job of providing the presence of real danger to the characters in the story more so than other disaster movies.
Plus, the sight of California sinking into the ocean is pretty tight.
There is seriously not much to say except to keep praising the CGI, the nice touches of action in the movie and suprisingly, some of the more human emotions and instincts that are potrayed wonderfully by the characters in times of danger. There're no superficially insane guys threatening to end everybody else's lives 'cause he's a super-religious fanatic. The Mist, anyone? Also, I love the Bentley part. You'll see.
Ol' Spiky's Rating: 4/5 It sits on top of the disaster movie food chain right next to Lusa. Heard that it was directed by the same bloke. Can't be bothered to check IMDB or Wikipedia but who cares.
Anyhoo... been to another anime convention yesterday and this time in costume. Those who have me on MSN have probably had a sneak preview, those who don't, it's coming soon. Going today to the beach as a cameraman for two lovely ladies. I am praying hard for toples sunbathing chicks and itty bitty two piece swimsuits. Altogether now, give me a Quagmire giggity.
GIGGITY.
Peace.
It's almost a typical disaster movie set up in the beginning. Unknown people discovering that something is horribly wrong with the planet. Government starts setting up shady aftermath plans and shit like that.
Alright, if you're looking for a storyline, go watch 500 Days of Summer. This's not for you. C'mon. It's a disaster movie. The CGI is brilliant in the sense that it really does it's job of providing the presence of real danger to the characters in the story more so than other disaster movies.
Plus, the sight of California sinking into the ocean is pretty tight.
There is seriously not much to say except to keep praising the CGI, the nice touches of action in the movie and suprisingly, some of the more human emotions and instincts that are potrayed wonderfully by the characters in times of danger. There're no superficially insane guys threatening to end everybody else's lives 'cause he's a super-religious fanatic. The Mist, anyone? Also, I love the Bentley part. You'll see.
Ol' Spiky's Rating: 4/5 It sits on top of the disaster movie food chain right next to Lusa. Heard that it was directed by the same bloke. Can't be bothered to check IMDB or Wikipedia but who cares.
Anyhoo... been to another anime convention yesterday and this time in costume. Those who have me on MSN have probably had a sneak preview, those who don't, it's coming soon. Going today to the beach as a cameraman for two lovely ladies. I am praying hard for toples sunbathing chicks and itty bitty two piece swimsuits. Altogether now, give me a Quagmire giggity.
GIGGITY.
Peace.
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Final Fanfare (Hopefully)
It's a few days off, but it's official. Finally done with my final finals in my entire life, hopefully.
This post is not of doubts and worries, but of celebrations!
Finally got back my sweet sweet PSP and got around to re-familiarizing myself with Dissidia. Too bad the game didn't tell me for how long I was away for but it does know that I was away for a long time as it gave me a nice bonus when I opened my in-game mailbox.
Palm lent me his guitar as well. Just a teeny little acoustic one so I can just jam around when I'm bored. Now the problem since that I am a bit rusty on the tune by ear thing and the lack of tuner means I can't play some songs that requires me to drop that god damn tuning.
Anyways, I've got ages until the finals come out. Maybe I'll get a job and get some paper.
We'll see what happens.
Plan for today? All I know is there are Thai people involved and Thai food involved.
Crap. My arse and tongue are gonna get a good beating. WITH A SPOON.
Oh yeah, and it hurts like hell trust me. It HURTS. It doesn't kill you in anyway so the video does have some credibility. But trust me, a grindaxe to the nuts does hurt. I don't really need to tell you why, now do I?
Anyways... good luck to those that have still papers to go. And happy holidays for those that are free!
Peace
This post is not of doubts and worries, but of celebrations!
Finally got back my sweet sweet PSP and got around to re-familiarizing myself with Dissidia. Too bad the game didn't tell me for how long I was away for but it does know that I was away for a long time as it gave me a nice bonus when I opened my in-game mailbox.
Palm lent me his guitar as well. Just a teeny little acoustic one so I can just jam around when I'm bored. Now the problem since that I am a bit rusty on the tune by ear thing and the lack of tuner means I can't play some songs that requires me to drop that god damn tuning.
Anyways, I've got ages until the finals come out. Maybe I'll get a job and get some paper.
We'll see what happens.
Plan for today? All I know is there are Thai people involved and Thai food involved.
Crap. My arse and tongue are gonna get a good beating. WITH A SPOON.
Oh yeah, and it hurts like hell trust me. It HURTS. It doesn't kill you in anyway so the video does have some credibility. But trust me, a grindaxe to the nuts does hurt. I don't really need to tell you why, now do I?
Anyways... good luck to those that have still papers to go. And happy holidays for those that are free!
Peace
Thursday, November 5, 2009
The Horribly Slow Murderer With The Extremely Inefficient Weapon
This has got to be the most epic video I have watched this year. Benny Lava was a couple of years back. God knows what was it last year 'cause I saw too much shit.
And this one. Is ace. For those who didn't catch it when I posted it up on FB, here it is. Enjoy.
Oh man.. Epic. Alrighty then. Back to work.
Peace.
And this one. Is ace. For those who didn't catch it when I posted it up on FB, here it is. Enjoy.
Oh man.. Epic. Alrighty then. Back to work.
Peace.
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
2 Down, 2-in-a-row More To Go
Yeah, I'm halfway done, and that's on a Wednesday on the 1st week. The next one's tomorrow, and then the day after.
I'm at the point where I feel like a bleeding shell of my former self that I barely feel emotions of dread anymore. Whatever I have left are nothing but shadows of their former selves.
Well, enough of moping. Time to get down to some real work. I'm at the point where I'm not even mortified I don't have enough time to study.
Just want to get this over with... and then...
14th November 2009. MADNESS. AT SUPANOVA.
Curious? Well, I guess you have to wait then.
Peace.
P.S: On the brighter side, I'm getting my PSP back earlier! Can't wait to get crackin'n on learning those insane Jecht combos!
I'm at the point where I feel like a bleeding shell of my former self that I barely feel emotions of dread anymore. Whatever I have left are nothing but shadows of their former selves.
Well, enough of moping. Time to get down to some real work. I'm at the point where I'm not even mortified I don't have enough time to study.
Just want to get this over with... and then...
14th November 2009. MADNESS. AT SUPANOVA.
Curious? Well, I guess you have to wait then.
Peace.
P.S: On the brighter side, I'm getting my PSP back earlier! Can't wait to get crackin'n on learning those insane Jecht combos!
Sunday, November 1, 2009
Misty Morning
Last night's torrential downpour meets with today's potential heat wave.
Hm.
Woke up this morning to a slightly horrific thought.
Tomorrow's the start of my exams and I can't say I'm satisfied with what I've done so far.
I think you guys have heard this enough but won't hurt for me to say that I've got another whopping 3-in-a-row exam coming up after a day's break from this start.
Man, I'm fucked.
Wish me luck. Loads of it. Pray hard like it's Armageddon.
Peace.
Hm.
Woke up this morning to a slightly horrific thought.
Tomorrow's the start of my exams and I can't say I'm satisfied with what I've done so far.
I think you guys have heard this enough but won't hurt for me to say that I've got another whopping 3-in-a-row exam coming up after a day's break from this start.
Man, I'm fucked.
Wish me luck. Loads of it. Pray hard like it's Armageddon.
Peace.
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Here It Comes…
Well… this is it… I have 2 days left, not counting today to my 1st exam. And then it’s a day in between and then it’s 3 in a row exams, day after day.
Oh man. Now I feel my heart dropping all the way down to my nuts.
Great. It’s a tad too late for the pressure to kick in, don’t you think, doofus?!
Nevertheless… and to quote Van Wilder…
“Worrying is like a rocking chair. It gives you something to do, but it doesn't get you anywhere”
Classic.
Hm. I should get back to studying. OH GOOD GOD I AM PANICKING NOW.
SHIT SHIT SHIT.
Peace!
Oh man. Now I feel my heart dropping all the way down to my nuts.
Great. It’s a tad too late for the pressure to kick in, don’t you think, doofus?!
Nevertheless… and to quote Van Wilder…
“Worrying is like a rocking chair. It gives you something to do, but it doesn't get you anywhere”
Classic.
Hm. I should get back to studying. OH GOOD GOD I AM PANICKING NOW.
SHIT SHIT SHIT.
Peace!
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Undue Free Time
I know I'm supposed to be studying my arse off as there is less than a week left to my finals.
ARGH!!! WHY AM I NOT PANICKING! =/
Well whatever it is... I found some tight videos during my spare time... Most of them are FF related, I know, but some are just awesome, others funny. Check it.
Alright, this next one is not FF-related but I first saw it at MANIFEST a few months back. Freaking hilrious how they've managed to find clips that look like they were singing the song itself! Check it!
SHIIITTT... Hahahaha...
Alright. Back to work.
One more thing, for the uninformed, I have changed my flight date to the 10th of December. Damned MPS shit is forcing me to go through so much shit. Fuck that fat whore.
Peace.
ARGH!!! WHY AM I NOT PANICKING! =/
Well whatever it is... I found some tight videos during my spare time... Most of them are FF related, I know, but some are just awesome, others funny. Check it.
Alright, this next one is not FF-related but I first saw it at MANIFEST a few months back. Freaking hilrious how they've managed to find clips that look like they were singing the song itself! Check it!
SHIIITTT... Hahahaha...
Alright. Back to work.
One more thing, for the uninformed, I have changed my flight date to the 10th of December. Damned MPS shit is forcing me to go through so much shit. Fuck that fat whore.
Peace.
Monday, October 26, 2009
Holy Shyte of 6 Different Shades of Brown
I have no idea why I chose that as a title... but I just ran with it... with scissors. If that makes any sense. Oh wait, it does.
*shrug*
Meh.
So I am exactly 7 days from my 1st exam. 1st one off the bat is AMC, the failed subject. I am pretty confident that I am going to pass this time round.
After that... I've got the 4th off. 5th... is PBM... I need just 6 marks to pass this puppy so I'm aiming for a D instead. HD if I had the time.
Straight after that is the fat bitch's Beast of Beasts. It's like... Doom's Cyberdemon! Warcraft's Archimond! WoW's Lich King! Dissidia's Level 110 Chaos!
You get the picture.
And I am so under-equipped. Imagine walking in with just a service revolver... or a squad of footmen... or no armor... or an underleveled character.
You get the gist of it.
Lastly... is IEA. International Economic Analysis. Meh. I think I should be alright...
Anyways... because of MPS... I have made a tough decision to stay over until the job is done, which is to wait until the results come out... therefore missing my cousin's wedding, and missing my friends, which some are going back. For good. To another bleeding country.
Man she has no idea what shit she has put each and every one of us through! Nevertheless... by my calculations... I have to achieve the equivalant of a D or a HD in order to PASS this subject.
From this angle, the chances are as good as me defeating Kratos with a wooden spoon. With both hands tied behind my back and blindfolded. Oh, and me drunk and high.
Hello Sunway...
Peace.
*shrug*
Meh.
So I am exactly 7 days from my 1st exam. 1st one off the bat is AMC, the failed subject. I am pretty confident that I am going to pass this time round.
After that... I've got the 4th off. 5th... is PBM... I need just 6 marks to pass this puppy so I'm aiming for a D instead. HD if I had the time.
Straight after that is the fat bitch's Beast of Beasts. It's like... Doom's Cyberdemon! Warcraft's Archimond! WoW's Lich King! Dissidia's Level 110 Chaos!
You get the picture.
And I am so under-equipped. Imagine walking in with just a service revolver... or a squad of footmen... or no armor... or an underleveled character.
You get the gist of it.
Lastly... is IEA. International Economic Analysis. Meh. I think I should be alright...
Anyways... because of MPS... I have made a tough decision to stay over until the job is done, which is to wait until the results come out... therefore missing my cousin's wedding, and missing my friends, which some are going back. For good. To another bleeding country.
Man she has no idea what shit she has put each and every one of us through! Nevertheless... by my calculations... I have to achieve the equivalant of a D or a HD in order to PASS this subject.
From this angle, the chances are as good as me defeating Kratos with a wooden spoon. With both hands tied behind my back and blindfolded. Oh, and me drunk and high.
Hello Sunway...
Peace.
Saturday, October 24, 2009
The Final Destination
They should make a game out of this franchise!
Wow… finally watched a movie after so damn long and I’m glad I did… and in 3-D too! Talk about doing it big! Nah… it’s not that big… Hahahaha…
Anyways, compared to the past FDs, this one wasn’t as gory and we’ve all seen how convenient and silly the way things happen in the background that in the end sums up to a very painful and gory death… Alright, I suppose telling you the top 3 deaths in the movie wouldn’t hurt.
Anyways, compared to the past FDs, this one wasn’t as gory and we’ve all seen how convenient and silly the way things happen in the background that in the end sums up to a very painful and gory death… Alright, I suppose telling you the top 3 deaths in the movie wouldn’t hurt.
#3 Death by flying tyre to the face
One of the 1st deaths in the movie. Won’t tell you how that started but you can imagine. Even though the set-up was anything but elaborate but the fact that you get to see what’s left of the victim gives it huge points!
#2 Death by getting caught in rotating gears
Nearing the end, when an escalator collapses, gears and chains are all exposed underneath and one of the chumps get their foot caught in huge rotating gear and gets sucked in and gets grinded into a fine pulp. Epic idea, pity there was no shot that shown the remains.
#1 Death by pool draining mechanism
This one… is just painful. Dude gets his ass sucked in by the pool draining system, he can’t get out. Conveniently the draining system yanks up the pressure it’s sucking at and the dude’s guts get torn out of his ass and all over the maintenance area’s floor. Possibly the most painful and amusing way of disembowelment but pity they didn’t show what happened to the body after.
One of the 1st deaths in the movie. Won’t tell you how that started but you can imagine. Even though the set-up was anything but elaborate but the fact that you get to see what’s left of the victim gives it huge points!
#2 Death by getting caught in rotating gears
Nearing the end, when an escalator collapses, gears and chains are all exposed underneath and one of the chumps get their foot caught in huge rotating gear and gets sucked in and gets grinded into a fine pulp. Epic idea, pity there was no shot that shown the remains.
#1 Death by pool draining mechanism
This one… is just painful. Dude gets his ass sucked in by the pool draining system, he can’t get out. Conveniently the draining system yanks up the pressure it’s sucking at and the dude’s guts get torn out of his ass and all over the maintenance area’s floor. Possibly the most painful and amusing way of disembowelment but pity they didn’t show what happened to the body after.
The ending was balls compared to all the other FDs… and all the other FDs showed us how horribly they all died. This one… just a CGI X-ray vision clip.
Shucks…
Ol’ Spiky’s rating: 3/5 Would have given it a 2 but it’s FD, one of my favourite film franchises. And watching it in 3D… no biggie. Stick to animated 3D films.
Alright then… back to studying.
Huge dilemma. Huge gambles here. I’ll leave that for another time then.
Peace.
Shucks…
Ol’ Spiky’s rating: 3/5 Would have given it a 2 but it’s FD, one of my favourite film franchises. And watching it in 3D… no biggie. Stick to animated 3D films.
Alright then… back to studying.
Huge dilemma. Huge gambles here. I’ll leave that for another time then.
Peace.
Thursday, October 22, 2009
First Foray into the Replays
Hey, how's it going? It's been a short few months since I've started playing Dissidia but recently I've stopped because of the upcoming finals. I've handed it over to a nice neighbor of mine and I've told her not to give it back to me even if I threatened to commit suicide in front of her.
During the course that I've been playing Dissidia, I have recorded a few videos that had some rather nice moments. Come to date, I think I have close to 20 videos in there that were either epic fights, hilarious moments or rare occurences when the physics engine in the game overcompensates.
However, converting them to AVI format and uploading them to Youtube is a long process, and I haven't even edited them even!
Anyways, here're some of the videos that I managed to convert before handing my PSP to my neighbor to stave off the temption... Oh, and the last one's a bit higher quality, so it takes a bit longer to load.
Pretty tight huh? Alright then... time to get back to work!
Peace!
During the course that I've been playing Dissidia, I have recorded a few videos that had some rather nice moments. Come to date, I think I have close to 20 videos in there that were either epic fights, hilarious moments or rare occurences when the physics engine in the game overcompensates.
However, converting them to AVI format and uploading them to Youtube is a long process, and I haven't even edited them even!
Anyways, here're some of the videos that I managed to convert before handing my PSP to my neighbor to stave off the temption... Oh, and the last one's a bit higher quality, so it takes a bit longer to load.
Pretty tight huh? Alright then... time to get back to work!
Peace!
Monday, October 19, 2009
Another Day
I do apologize for the previous post if it has gotten anybody spooked.
It's just that the finals and undue stress that was getting to me. Nothing more. It's funny how people put shackles on themselves and play judge, jury and executioner at the same time on themselves. Foolish, really.
Anyways, I've finished most of my assignments... there's actually one teeny part left for two of them left, but one's a few weeks away and I think there's someone else that has taken up the responsibility for the final parts of the assignment.
Man, I hope I pass this MPS assingment... and if I don't... I've just bought this bokken... Oh right...
A bokken (木剣, bok(u), "wood", and ken, "sword"), is a wooden Japanese sword used for training, usually the size and shape of a katana, but sometimes shaped like other swords, such as the wakizashi and tantō.
Yeah, it's one of those Japanese wooden training swords. It's wooden. It's heavy. I think it's gonna crush a skull or two with enough force.
I love it.
I'm gonna give that bitch a broken arm or two if I don't bleeding pass.
Worse is that I hear from my counterparts in M'sia that the co-ordinator for the subject, a.k.a the Fat Bitchress herself, is gonna be UBER strict this semester, since she's retiring this semester. What the devil right?
Man, this is some BULLSHIT.
Alright, final week of uni now. One more week, another week on study break, then it's motherfucking, and I mean MOTHER'UCKING GO TIME.
Just call me Cloud, Level 99, 255 STR, 255 DEF, 255 MAG, equipped with Ultima, KotR, Cure 4+All, Phoenix + Final Attack and Ultima Weapon (+99 ATK). Abilities? Slash Blow + Omnislash Ver 5, Climhazard, Firaga, Meteorain, Double Cut and Limit Break 4A: Omnislash.
This bitch is going down. Oh yeah.
Peace.
It's just that the finals and undue stress that was getting to me. Nothing more. It's funny how people put shackles on themselves and play judge, jury and executioner at the same time on themselves. Foolish, really.
Anyways, I've finished most of my assignments... there's actually one teeny part left for two of them left, but one's a few weeks away and I think there's someone else that has taken up the responsibility for the final parts of the assignment.
Man, I hope I pass this MPS assingment... and if I don't... I've just bought this bokken... Oh right...
A bokken (木剣, bok(u), "wood", and ken, "sword"), is a wooden Japanese sword used for training, usually the size and shape of a katana, but sometimes shaped like other swords, such as the wakizashi and tantō.
Yeah, it's one of those Japanese wooden training swords. It's wooden. It's heavy. I think it's gonna crush a skull or two with enough force.
I love it.
I'm gonna give that bitch a broken arm or two if I don't bleeding pass.
Worse is that I hear from my counterparts in M'sia that the co-ordinator for the subject, a.k.a the Fat Bitchress herself, is gonna be UBER strict this semester, since she's retiring this semester. What the devil right?
Man, this is some BULLSHIT.
Alright, final week of uni now. One more week, another week on study break, then it's motherfucking, and I mean MOTHER'UCKING GO TIME.
Just call me Cloud, Level 99, 255 STR, 255 DEF, 255 MAG, equipped with Ultima, KotR, Cure 4+All, Phoenix + Final Attack and Ultima Weapon (+99 ATK). Abilities? Slash Blow + Omnislash Ver 5, Climhazard, Firaga, Meteorain, Double Cut and Limit Break 4A: Omnislash.
This bitch is going down. Oh yeah.
Peace.
Friday, October 16, 2009
On the Verge of Sounding Suicidal
Sometimes I wonder if it’s worth living anymore.
If you ask me why am I still living, I’d say that if I committed suicide, I’d really upset my mum.
I’m not even sure why do I even feel that way. I gotta say that my lack of a dream in life does answer for my lack of motivation at all.
Either that or I’m just…
a) clinically depressed
b) bipolar
c) loony
But I suppose that c can be scratched out since crazy people never admit to being crazy. So that leaves me with a and b.
I remember chuckling to myself while walking home from Unisity just now. At the 1st sensation of boredom, I think of killing myself rather than think of something else to do. Funny.
Really… I look in this world… and I really don’t see any other reason we need to keep struggling to achieve anything ‘cause in the end, it doesn’t matter.
God I sound like such an emo bitch but seriously, I feel fine. It’s a small pang of sadness at the bottom of my chest yet I feel completely fine.
Sometimes I wonder what’s wrong with me.
I seriously need help.
Or a knife to the wrists. We’ll see which comes 1st.
Peace.
P.S: It’s actually pretty scary… when you think about what’s going to happen next after u slice your wrists open. Blood gushes out and then you black out in a pool of your own blood and you never wake up. I wonder what happens after that. It scares me. I suppose that fear is enough to stop me.
If you ask me why am I still living, I’d say that if I committed suicide, I’d really upset my mum.
I’m not even sure why do I even feel that way. I gotta say that my lack of a dream in life does answer for my lack of motivation at all.
Either that or I’m just…
a) clinically depressed
b) bipolar
c) loony
But I suppose that c can be scratched out since crazy people never admit to being crazy. So that leaves me with a and b.
I remember chuckling to myself while walking home from Unisity just now. At the 1st sensation of boredom, I think of killing myself rather than think of something else to do. Funny.
Really… I look in this world… and I really don’t see any other reason we need to keep struggling to achieve anything ‘cause in the end, it doesn’t matter.
God I sound like such an emo bitch but seriously, I feel fine. It’s a small pang of sadness at the bottom of my chest yet I feel completely fine.
Sometimes I wonder what’s wrong with me.
I seriously need help.
Or a knife to the wrists. We’ll see which comes 1st.
Peace.
P.S: It’s actually pretty scary… when you think about what’s going to happen next after u slice your wrists open. Blood gushes out and then you black out in a pool of your own blood and you never wake up. I wonder what happens after that. It scares me. I suppose that fear is enough to stop me.
Sitting Stale
Get it? Sitting still? Sitting stale?
AH HA HAHAHAHAHHAA~!
No, seriously, that was lame. I didn't even know why I chose that title. Just hit the two first words that came to my head.
I am currently in the VU Footscray com lab now. One of the many com labs. This one specifically because it has this nifty little program called Asteroid that I need to do my Advertising and Marketing Communications work.
Currently waiting on Shevoune now. She overslept. Typical. She's usually late anyways. Typical again. She's breaking her record! Last week she was 30 minutes plus late! She's about to break the record by an extra 30 minutes!
Nah, nothing much to talk about really... just felt like writing up a post, y'know... filling in the blanks.
Hmm... Anyone up to reccomending me some new songs? Pretty bored of my playlist now... I even downloaded the first Drowning Pool album the other just for kicks. Too bad only "Bodies" is the only song that I can REALLY enjoy...
Funny story... I just changed "Bodies" as my message ringtone on Monday and that very night, Deena messages me at 2 a.m, Indonesian time, which translates to 5 a.m, Australian time. So, imagine, in the dead of the night... you hear someone whispering in your ear...
Fuck, I kinda jumped right out of bed when the dude started screaming.
Yeah... that's it. Alright. Chicks are here. Time to work. Not that way. I wish it was that way. Alright. I'm out.
Peace.
AH HA HAHAHAHAHHAA~!
No, seriously, that was lame. I didn't even know why I chose that title. Just hit the two first words that came to my head.
I am currently in the VU Footscray com lab now. One of the many com labs. This one specifically because it has this nifty little program called Asteroid that I need to do my Advertising and Marketing Communications work.
Currently waiting on Shevoune now. She overslept. Typical. She's usually late anyways. Typical again. She's breaking her record! Last week she was 30 minutes plus late! She's about to break the record by an extra 30 minutes!
Nah, nothing much to talk about really... just felt like writing up a post, y'know... filling in the blanks.
Hmm... Anyone up to reccomending me some new songs? Pretty bored of my playlist now... I even downloaded the first Drowning Pool album the other just for kicks. Too bad only "Bodies" is the only song that I can REALLY enjoy...
Funny story... I just changed "Bodies" as my message ringtone on Monday and that very night, Deena messages me at 2 a.m, Indonesian time, which translates to 5 a.m, Australian time. So, imagine, in the dead of the night... you hear someone whispering in your ear...
Let the bodies hit the floor...
Let the bodies hit the floor...
Let the bodies hit the...
*clangclangclangclang*
FLOOORRRR!!!
Fuck, I kinda jumped right out of bed when the dude started screaming.
Yeah... that's it. Alright. Chicks are here. Time to work. Not that way. I wish it was that way. Alright. I'm out.
Peace.
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Dreams Undreamt
As I walked on the brick-laden path out of the Flemington Racecourse's grand hall, I thought to myself on life after graduation. If all goes well this semester (that's a big IF), I will be graduating next year, in Malaysia.
Truthfully, I'm not exactly keen. I do admit I do have a tendency to not easily let things go. I've a very faultful, strong sense of attachment, despite the fact that I know, and not realize, that impermanence is permanent.
I've even told people that I have no intentions of attending my own graduation. I say it's a waste of time. A waste of effort, and well not worth the trouble. Or is that just the voice in the back of my head's way of saying that I can't let go? As I type this out even I don't know whether is that the answer to my aloofness towards this whole graduation.
I mean, you don't get to do it that often. You're probably going to only graduate once. Maybe twice, if you're taking Masters... or more, if you're looking for some Permanent Head Damage. Yeah, I know... old joke.
I realized that... most people that are graduating say nearly the same things. They just want to end the nightmare that is uni. Others want to move on in life. Get their paper, live life, but I've never really heard anyone in particular saying that they want to be a really, really successful person.
Maybe in their heads, their dreams just aren't structured into such a simple sentence, as success, is subjective. And I also realize... I have no such dreams. Sure I dream of granduer, but not the typical successful life kind. It scares me now that I don't want to accomplish anything in particular that is on a large scale. Sure I want to change the world, but in a completely unrealistic and irrational way.
Do I not have a dream?
Or did it die when I wasn't looking?
I don't know...
You tell me.
Peace.
Truthfully, I'm not exactly keen. I do admit I do have a tendency to not easily let things go. I've a very faultful, strong sense of attachment, despite the fact that I know, and not realize, that impermanence is permanent.
I've even told people that I have no intentions of attending my own graduation. I say it's a waste of time. A waste of effort, and well not worth the trouble. Or is that just the voice in the back of my head's way of saying that I can't let go? As I type this out even I don't know whether is that the answer to my aloofness towards this whole graduation.
I mean, you don't get to do it that often. You're probably going to only graduate once. Maybe twice, if you're taking Masters... or more, if you're looking for some Permanent Head Damage. Yeah, I know... old joke.
I realized that... most people that are graduating say nearly the same things. They just want to end the nightmare that is uni. Others want to move on in life. Get their paper, live life, but I've never really heard anyone in particular saying that they want to be a really, really successful person.
Maybe in their heads, their dreams just aren't structured into such a simple sentence, as success, is subjective. And I also realize... I have no such dreams. Sure I dream of granduer, but not the typical successful life kind. It scares me now that I don't want to accomplish anything in particular that is on a large scale. Sure I want to change the world, but in a completely unrealistic and irrational way.
Do I not have a dream?
Or did it die when I wasn't looking?
I don't know...
You tell me.
Peace.
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Feed the Flame
It's definitely been awhile since I've picked up a guitar over and over again after such a long time, but the familiar touch of strings underneath your fingers definitely is a fresh welcome hug.
I wonder what this post is really for. There's a lot I haven't talked about... namely my snow trip at Mt. Buller, the Royal Melbourne Show, what do those laments of the Pierrot mean and my thoughts of going home soon.
I don't know... At times I feel that going back, there's still so much uncertainty, despite the fact that it's my home. I've never really liked Ipoh after living in Sunway for so long, and now living in a place like Footscray has definitely increased my dislike for Ipoh.
My cousin is getting married soon. In fact, she's getting married on the 28th of November, that's like, a month away. Really happy for her. Of course she's invited the whole family and stuff like that but currently my grandma and her sisters are in a cold war. Old people. Sheesh.
The sins of the elders are paid for by their kin, huh?
Funny story, my mum called me up the other day and first thing she said is, "We gotta chop your 'hawk off"
The hell that's gonna happen. No one touches the 'hawk! It might have been a mistake but I've definitely learnt to embrace the 'hawk. Then again, her reason is 'cause of the wedding. No way they're gonna let me walk in, in a suit sporting a 'hawk. Gonna get the relatives talking.
But SERIOUSLY, I hate the fact how these... families... or rather, let's put it more broadly, how society works. Just 'cause you ain't got the nuts to work outside the box, it really doesn't give you the right to judge others that dare to so. Big words for a hypocrite, I know.
Sometimes I feel like just running away, just away from family, y'know. Or at least, the relatives. Not so much the family.
Ever get that feeling?
I know I do.
Peace.
I wonder what this post is really for. There's a lot I haven't talked about... namely my snow trip at Mt. Buller, the Royal Melbourne Show, what do those laments of the Pierrot mean and my thoughts of going home soon.
I don't know... At times I feel that going back, there's still so much uncertainty, despite the fact that it's my home. I've never really liked Ipoh after living in Sunway for so long, and now living in a place like Footscray has definitely increased my dislike for Ipoh.
My cousin is getting married soon. In fact, she's getting married on the 28th of November, that's like, a month away. Really happy for her. Of course she's invited the whole family and stuff like that but currently my grandma and her sisters are in a cold war. Old people. Sheesh.
The sins of the elders are paid for by their kin, huh?
Funny story, my mum called me up the other day and first thing she said is, "We gotta chop your 'hawk off"
The hell that's gonna happen. No one touches the 'hawk! It might have been a mistake but I've definitely learnt to embrace the 'hawk. Then again, her reason is 'cause of the wedding. No way they're gonna let me walk in, in a suit sporting a 'hawk. Gonna get the relatives talking.
But SERIOUSLY, I hate the fact how these... families... or rather, let's put it more broadly, how society works. Just 'cause you ain't got the nuts to work outside the box, it really doesn't give you the right to judge others that dare to so. Big words for a hypocrite, I know.
Sometimes I feel like just running away, just away from family, y'know. Or at least, the relatives. Not so much the family.
Ever get that feeling?
I know I do.
Peace.
Saturday, October 10, 2009
Frustrated and Demoralized
Urrghh... *grunt*
It's the last semester for my uni life. Frankly I don't want to be stuck in a desk job working 9 to 5. Says me and half of the other bums out there.
The way this is going... it doesn't look like it might be the last semester. There's this one assignment that I am super worried about... I fucked up the first one 'cause of... I just fucked it up, alright?
Now I am on the precipice of fucking the whole subject up. And my big fat ass bitch of a lecturer that I would like to gut, stab, maim, beat to a bloody imageless pulp and feed to freakin' sharks with freakin' lasers on their heads, is not being helpful. Sure she gave feedback and shit but she is not going to be the Goddess of Mercy and pass us 'cause...
*cough*
*falsetto*
"This is a 3rd year subject"
For crying out loud... I paid good money to get a degree so give me the god damn degree. Sure, go ahead and make me squirm once in awhile but don't make me play Russian Roulette with a MP5!
Now I am so stressed, and demoralized (hence, the title. Whoop-de-creativity-on-my-part-doo!) that I can barely write a sentence into the assignment without doing an hour's worth of research just to make sure I'm right.
Best part is... I can't remember why we thought it was an awesome idea to take our Australian groupmate's idea of taking this eccentric little furniture shop as the base for our assignment. So now... we have to peel back every layer, sledgehammer through every wall, sweep every minefield in existence to gain an insight into the wonderful chock-full of information world of Australian furniture! Sarcasm intended at dangerously high levels.
Australian. Bleeding. Furniture. That's the industry. And it really, REALLY doesn't help that this little store caters to a very, VERY niche market. Man... did we just shoot the police chief on national television, naked, with out IDs pinned onto our heads and escaped the scene with a luminous car with no tires or what?
I mean, we are fucked. Like, FUCKED.
And I think she is a fucking racist too. Every cracker got nice scores and only so few Asians managed to scrape the pass mark.
Alright... enough bitching for one post. But it's been awhile since I've wished painful, tormenting death on someone and I believe it's time to do so... Damn, I just want to get those beady little eyes out of her fat face and see her screaming and stumbling around until she crawls on the ground, begging.
My God, I surprise myself sometimes.
Peace.
It's the last semester for my uni life. Frankly I don't want to be stuck in a desk job working 9 to 5. Says me and half of the other bums out there.
The way this is going... it doesn't look like it might be the last semester. There's this one assignment that I am super worried about... I fucked up the first one 'cause of... I just fucked it up, alright?
Now I am on the precipice of fucking the whole subject up. And my big fat ass bitch of a lecturer that I would like to gut, stab, maim, beat to a bloody imageless pulp and feed to freakin' sharks with freakin' lasers on their heads, is not being helpful. Sure she gave feedback and shit but she is not going to be the Goddess of Mercy and pass us 'cause...
*cough*
*falsetto*
"This is a 3rd year subject"
For crying out loud... I paid good money to get a degree so give me the god damn degree. Sure, go ahead and make me squirm once in awhile but don't make me play Russian Roulette with a MP5!
Now I am so stressed, and demoralized (hence, the title. Whoop-de-creativity-on-my-part-doo!) that I can barely write a sentence into the assignment without doing an hour's worth of research just to make sure I'm right.
Best part is... I can't remember why we thought it was an awesome idea to take our Australian groupmate's idea of taking this eccentric little furniture shop as the base for our assignment. So now... we have to peel back every layer, sledgehammer through every wall, sweep every minefield in existence to gain an insight into the wonderful chock-full of information world of Australian furniture! Sarcasm intended at dangerously high levels.
Australian. Bleeding. Furniture. That's the industry. And it really, REALLY doesn't help that this little store caters to a very, VERY niche market. Man... did we just shoot the police chief on national television, naked, with out IDs pinned onto our heads and escaped the scene with a luminous car with no tires or what?
I mean, we are fucked. Like, FUCKED.
And I think she is a fucking racist too. Every cracker got nice scores and only so few Asians managed to scrape the pass mark.
Alright... enough bitching for one post. But it's been awhile since I've wished painful, tormenting death on someone and I believe it's time to do so... Damn, I just want to get those beady little eyes out of her fat face and see her screaming and stumbling around until she crawls on the ground, begging.
My God, I surprise myself sometimes.
Peace.
Saturday, October 3, 2009
300th Post
Wow. Here it is again. Another 100 posts down! Can't say I have huge news to celebrate this *cough* auspicious post.
Went to VII last night with some friends but the host fell ill few hours prior to the shindig. I was already in the city having a catch-up dinner with Wai Chien since she was in the city that day too.
Not much to say about the VII shindig... but I just wasn't feeling it that night so I bailed early. I'm kind of glad I did, 'cause otherwise I would have missed the fireworks that was going down in the pizza place below my place.
So I stepped into Charlie's, ordered a pizza, sat down and watched Dracula, Prince of Darkness that was playing on the little TV in the shop. Not the Keanu Reeves one, or the Dead and Loving It version (although the latter was a stitch!) but a much older version.
5 Indians walked out from the back, started talking near the counter where I was sitting down. 3 left and the last 2 were debating whether to get another drink or not. One was a skinny ass dude and had car keys in his hand. Another one was kinda huge and had tattoos on one arm.
This Viet guy stepped in from behind too and tried to start some trouble, like telling the huge Indian dude about going home to India or some shit. Eventually it escalated and next thing I know, the Viet dude and his pals are on the outside trying to get in, and the owner, Charlie and the skinny Indian dude was restraining the big Indian dude from getting out. Eventually Charlie lets go, the Viet dude comes in and hits the Indian dude a bit.
The Indian dude charges out, into the street and the Viet dude gets him in the head with a flying plastic chair. Pow. Ownage. Next thing I know, these dudes bail into the night and another dude behind me starts calling the cops. My pizza gets done, Charlie starts sweeping fresh beer and glass off the floor and I bail after paying.
Alcohol. Sheesh. Only thing you should do with alcohol, is party hard, probably have a good night, high five a couple of strangers on your way back home and possibly perform opera on the sidewalk. That's it. Nuff' said. Don't go looking for trouble 'cause just 'cause you can't feel pain doesn't mean you're invincible. Drink responsibly!
Peace.
Went to VII last night with some friends but the host fell ill few hours prior to the shindig. I was already in the city having a catch-up dinner with Wai Chien since she was in the city that day too.
Not much to say about the VII shindig... but I just wasn't feeling it that night so I bailed early. I'm kind of glad I did, 'cause otherwise I would have missed the fireworks that was going down in the pizza place below my place.
So I stepped into Charlie's, ordered a pizza, sat down and watched Dracula, Prince of Darkness that was playing on the little TV in the shop. Not the Keanu Reeves one, or the Dead and Loving It version (although the latter was a stitch!) but a much older version.
5 Indians walked out from the back, started talking near the counter where I was sitting down. 3 left and the last 2 were debating whether to get another drink or not. One was a skinny ass dude and had car keys in his hand. Another one was kinda huge and had tattoos on one arm.
This Viet guy stepped in from behind too and tried to start some trouble, like telling the huge Indian dude about going home to India or some shit. Eventually it escalated and next thing I know, the Viet dude and his pals are on the outside trying to get in, and the owner, Charlie and the skinny Indian dude was restraining the big Indian dude from getting out. Eventually Charlie lets go, the Viet dude comes in and hits the Indian dude a bit.
The Indian dude charges out, into the street and the Viet dude gets him in the head with a flying plastic chair. Pow. Ownage. Next thing I know, these dudes bail into the night and another dude behind me starts calling the cops. My pizza gets done, Charlie starts sweeping fresh beer and glass off the floor and I bail after paying.
Alcohol. Sheesh. Only thing you should do with alcohol, is party hard, probably have a good night, high five a couple of strangers on your way back home and possibly perform opera on the sidewalk. That's it. Nuff' said. Don't go looking for trouble 'cause just 'cause you can't feel pain doesn't mean you're invincible. Drink responsibly!
Peace.
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
It's Like Final Fantasy
... or any other RPG, for that matter. Or most, really, where the final boss is a bitch to beat.
That's how my FINAL finals are like. In case some of you forgot, this is my final semester of uni. It is the toughest hurdle ever, as I am taking 5 subjects because I failed one last year.
However, everything panned out nicely, as in the end, I only need to turn in 4 assignments and sit for 4 final papers, like any other semester.
So, the final examination timetable came out on Monday and I was out enjoying myself when Kang Wei messaged me to call him. So I did, and he passed me the grim news.
Later that day... much later, I went to check my exam timetable. Damn man... I've got exams on the 2nd of November, 4th of November, 5th of November and the next is... *drum roll* 6th of November!
Peace.
That's how my FINAL finals are like. In case some of you forgot, this is my final semester of uni. It is the toughest hurdle ever, as I am taking 5 subjects because I failed one last year.
However, everything panned out nicely, as in the end, I only need to turn in 4 assignments and sit for 4 final papers, like any other semester.
So, the final examination timetable came out on Monday and I was out enjoying myself when Kang Wei messaged me to call him. So I did, and he passed me the grim news.
Later that day... much later, I went to check my exam timetable. Damn man... I've got exams on the 2nd of November, 4th of November, 5th of November and the next is... *drum roll* 6th of November!
HOLY MOTH'R OF CHRIST!
This is so befitting of a final battle. Tough odds. VU really wants me to remember that I did a degree there.Peace.
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Sheepishly
Hey all... sorry for updating in a language that most can't understand but if you really did want to find out what it is, you would've by now.
Been through a rough patch the past few days and it's not been easy, especially when the news keeps coming and hitting hard.
Just gonna say that I can't wait to get back to Malaysia, when things were much simpler. There's too much idealistic people here, people with weird principles to live by and life mottos that should be banned.
I'm getting involved in way too much shit that doesn't concern me. Therefore, as an antithesis to Yes Man, I gotta start saying more no.
I know, sounds absolutely lame and shit like that, but I've made up my mind. After this one thing, that's it. I'm done. Just got to concentrate on my studies, finish my last year, go back home and leave this insane chapter behind.
I have to say I will look back to this chapter in the fondest way possible but let's just say the bookmark in my tome called Life will always flip back to that one and only chapter, and it's not this one.
I've seen better days is the line I'm looking for here.
But trust me, this isn't an emo post as it is carved out to be. It's the holidays right now! I seriously can't find anything exciting to do, no places that I really want to visit or anything, and there're quite a few assignments that seriously need to be done during this time period.
Anyways, happy holidays to those on sem break! Try to squeeze in as much as possible while doing your assignments! Heh heh heh...
Peace!
Been through a rough patch the past few days and it's not been easy, especially when the news keeps coming and hitting hard.
Just gonna say that I can't wait to get back to Malaysia, when things were much simpler. There's too much idealistic people here, people with weird principles to live by and life mottos that should be banned.
I'm getting involved in way too much shit that doesn't concern me. Therefore, as an antithesis to Yes Man, I gotta start saying more no.
I know, sounds absolutely lame and shit like that, but I've made up my mind. After this one thing, that's it. I'm done. Just got to concentrate on my studies, finish my last year, go back home and leave this insane chapter behind.
I have to say I will look back to this chapter in the fondest way possible but let's just say the bookmark in my tome called Life will always flip back to that one and only chapter, and it's not this one.
I've seen better days is the line I'm looking for here.
But trust me, this isn't an emo post as it is carved out to be. It's the holidays right now! I seriously can't find anything exciting to do, no places that I really want to visit or anything, and there're quite a few assignments that seriously need to be done during this time period.
Anyways, happy holidays to those on sem break! Try to squeeze in as much as possible while doing your assignments! Heh heh heh...
Peace!
Monday, September 21, 2009
A Pierrot's Lament III
E il terzo giorno del suo lamento, il Pierrot spuntato per la consapevolezza che la luna era niente di più, di una prostituta comune. Il dolore è stato ben presto sostituito con shock, shock e il dolore per le decisioni di poveri del Pierrot.
A Pierrot's Lament II
Il Pierrot paragona se stesso come il sole, protesa verso il luna generosa, sperando per altro che è un amore non corrisposto
A Pierrot's Lament
E così, il Pierrot cade in ginocchio, incapace di salvare se stesso, come egli annega in un lago del suo dolore amaro
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Up
Anyone spotted the Star Wars reference there?
Man, everyone's talking about this bleedin' movie and yeah, I now know why now. This has got to be one of Pixar's finest, and seriously, I'm a real bitch when it comes to these animation movies, so to call Up one of Pixar's finest is a real stretch for me.
The progression of that old dude from a young kid, marrying his childhood friend, growing old and eventually ending up alone was a tad sad for the bunch I was watching with. Like I told them, it's not that sad once you accept such a fate as an inevitability.
So anyways, yeah, it starts off on a rather sad note, and the action picks up later on. Not gonna spoil much of it but I suppose I'm one of the last few people that have watched this flick. Man... those dogs! Insanely funny. Especially when the Alpha first comes onto the screen... you thought the dude'd sound like Vader but dude sounds like he had helium for lunch.
Ol' Spiky's Rating - 5/5 Awesome movie. Nuff' said.
Lacking behind a bit on the news here. I've been way too preoccupied with Dissidia, work and cleaning the house. Yeah, in that order. Dissidia just keeps giving and giving and giving. So much shit to unlock, so much levels to gain, just so much more footage to watch! It has the right amount of push and pull right there. It keeps it challenging enough for you to say, "I can beat this guy!" and it gives you just the right amount without being overfulfilled or underfulfilled. But let's save the details for another post shall we?
Oh yeah... I'm missing the post on Mt. Buller too. I'll probably post it up when my quota comes back on.
Peace.
The progression of that old dude from a young kid, marrying his childhood friend, growing old and eventually ending up alone was a tad sad for the bunch I was watching with. Like I told them, it's not that sad once you accept such a fate as an inevitability.
So anyways, yeah, it starts off on a rather sad note, and the action picks up later on. Not gonna spoil much of it but I suppose I'm one of the last few people that have watched this flick. Man... those dogs! Insanely funny. Especially when the Alpha first comes onto the screen... you thought the dude'd sound like Vader but dude sounds like he had helium for lunch.
Ol' Spiky's Rating - 5/5 Awesome movie. Nuff' said.
Lacking behind a bit on the news here. I've been way too preoccupied with Dissidia, work and cleaning the house. Yeah, in that order. Dissidia just keeps giving and giving and giving. So much shit to unlock, so much levels to gain, just so much more footage to watch! It has the right amount of push and pull right there. It keeps it challenging enough for you to say, "I can beat this guy!" and it gives you just the right amount without being overfulfilled or underfulfilled. But let's save the details for another post shall we?
Oh yeah... I'm missing the post on Mt. Buller too. I'll probably post it up when my quota comes back on.
Peace.
Monday, August 31, 2009
Merdeka Prank
Selamat Hari Merd... Ah fuck it. It's just another day off for most of us.
Anyways, in conjunction with our "Independance" Day... some dude edited the Wikipedia page on Malaysia to this... Just click on it to see it full size!
Anyways, in conjunction with our "Independance" Day... some dude edited the Wikipedia page on Malaysia to this... Just click on it to see it full size!
Saturday, August 29, 2009
District 9
Warning! Spoilers ahead!
Damn... it's been awhile since I've watched a movie. Reasons?
Simple...
The crowd here's way too picky. Lack of funds. There's really... not much of a crowd. I even skipped G.I. Joe!
Anyways... District 9... I watched it on impulse. Just got called out and picked out a movie that seemed good. District 9, directed by Peter Jackson, very same fat man that did LoTR and that stinkin' ape movie. Not Planet of the Apes, but King Kong. Man, that was a waste of time and money.
Either it's me, or it's just that this movie sure takes the high road on it's plot, 'cause I didn't see anything coming. Then again... this is Peter Jackson dude. It's not some A- grade horror movie.
One thing I gotta say, is that this movie is wild and gross. I mean... damn... a dude that grows an alien hand. It's a slow, painful and gross process, believe me. One thing I thought about Wikas, the main man, is that he was one selfish son of a bitch, but I understand... seeing as he is an everyman that just wants to see his wife and life back to the way it was and is being pursued by a shady group that he used to work for.
The first half basically highlights his struggle with his grotesque transformation into an alien and how the government experiments on him because he becomes to 1st human ever to use alien tech, seeing as the alien's tech is activated by alien DNA.
One thing that will lead most to believe there's a sequel coming, is that most information about the alien's motives have gone untold. Besides, the ending also suggests that. They kinda left a load of shit hanging.
But the final battle, where Wikas gets into an alien walker mech, is awesome. He turns around from being a selfish little bitch and starts dishing out pain to the mercenaries.
Ol' Spiky's Rating: 3.5/5 It's not the perfect movie. It grossed me out. I failed to see the internal struggle of the character but it's an overall solid movie, keeps you wanting more and that alien walker mech fight alone gets an extra 1.5 from me.
A'ite then. Peace.
Simple...
The crowd here's way too picky. Lack of funds. There's really... not much of a crowd. I even skipped G.I. Joe!
Anyways... District 9... I watched it on impulse. Just got called out and picked out a movie that seemed good. District 9, directed by Peter Jackson, very same fat man that did LoTR and that stinkin' ape movie. Not Planet of the Apes, but King Kong. Man, that was a waste of time and money.
Either it's me, or it's just that this movie sure takes the high road on it's plot, 'cause I didn't see anything coming. Then again... this is Peter Jackson dude. It's not some A- grade horror movie.
One thing I gotta say, is that this movie is wild and gross. I mean... damn... a dude that grows an alien hand. It's a slow, painful and gross process, believe me. One thing I thought about Wikas, the main man, is that he was one selfish son of a bitch, but I understand... seeing as he is an everyman that just wants to see his wife and life back to the way it was and is being pursued by a shady group that he used to work for.
The first half basically highlights his struggle with his grotesque transformation into an alien and how the government experiments on him because he becomes to 1st human ever to use alien tech, seeing as the alien's tech is activated by alien DNA.
One thing that will lead most to believe there's a sequel coming, is that most information about the alien's motives have gone untold. Besides, the ending also suggests that. They kinda left a load of shit hanging.
But the final battle, where Wikas gets into an alien walker mech, is awesome. He turns around from being a selfish little bitch and starts dishing out pain to the mercenaries.
Ol' Spiky's Rating: 3.5/5 It's not the perfect movie. It grossed me out. I failed to see the internal struggle of the character but it's an overall solid movie, keeps you wanting more and that alien walker mech fight alone gets an extra 1.5 from me.
A'ite then. Peace.
Monday, August 24, 2009
Melbourne Anime Festival (MANIFEST) 2009
Trust me… if you’ve never been to one… be it you’re a hardcore anime fan that’s bordering on being/is a weaboo (that’s street/slang for being a total Jap wannabe), or just enjoys anime at a healthy level or just wanna see chicks in skimpy clothes without hitting a skin bar, this is the place you wanna find yourself at!
MANIFEST, as it’s called, has been on for 10 years running. So yes, this is the 10th MANIFEST and its first time doing it in the Melbourne Showgrounds a.k.a Flemington Showgrounds a.k.a VU Examination Venue. So yeah… it’s motherfreaking damned close to my house. Just a short bus trip and I’m there.
So yeah… the dude that talked me into it was Mr. Danniel Adi Putera. Resident otaku and borderline weaboo. It didn’t take much talking into, really. I do watch anime… and I wanna see chicks in skimpy clothes without hitting a skin bar. So I hit 2 of the less degrading categories. What? Someone said pervert. Let’s skip the chatter and skip to the good stuff, shall we?
Danniel "Ichigo" Adi Putera
His friend, Willias, as a character from Soul Eater
The cast of Samurai X
Some chick
Kairi and Sora
Trader's Market Hall
Merchandise, merchandise and more merchandise!
Naruto in a noodle cup!
Little kid as "L"
Me with Kirsten "Tifa" Dunst. No, she's not really Kirsten. I think.
A sim was spotted
Tobi, or should I say, Uchiha Madare?
Officer Jenny
Rikku. It's gotta be cold eh?
Shit!!! It's the Red Ranger!
Ichigo meets his hollow self
Most of the Bleach cosplayers
HOLY CRAP SOMEONE REMEMBERED GENJO SANZO!
Seto Kaiba versus Jaden Yuki (?)
It's Ash from Pokemon! Get 'im!
I forgot which DOA chick is she supposed to be. Nice thong, though.
Oh... this chick. Choiy.
The winning entry (possibly) of MANIFEST '09's Saturday cosplay competition
MANIFEST, as it’s called, has been on for 10 years running. So yes, this is the 10th MANIFEST and its first time doing it in the Melbourne Showgrounds a.k.a Flemington Showgrounds a.k.a VU Examination Venue. So yeah… it’s motherfreaking damned close to my house. Just a short bus trip and I’m there.
So yeah… the dude that talked me into it was Mr. Danniel Adi Putera. Resident otaku and borderline weaboo. It didn’t take much talking into, really. I do watch anime… and I wanna see chicks in skimpy clothes without hitting a skin bar. So I hit 2 of the less degrading categories. What? Someone said pervert. Let’s skip the chatter and skip to the good stuff, shall we?
Danniel "Ichigo" Adi Putera
His friend, Willias, as a character from Soul Eater
The cast of Samurai X
Some chick
Kairi and Sora
Trader's Market Hall
Merchandise, merchandise and more merchandise!
Naruto in a noodle cup!
First off, I would like to say that I spent more than an hour in the line getting my pass. However, loads of colourful cosplayers passed by to get to the back of the line. I remember there was that DOA chick… which we could clearly see her thong. Others incluce a group of chicks trying to be the Ouran High School Host Club crew, the Red Power Ranger, Kingdom Hearts Cloud and a Masamune-less Sephiroth.
I gotta say, that the MANIFEST crew really are serious about this shit. While I was there, I saw so much merchandise on display and so much Japanese stuff. From Pocky to Japan’s most favoured soft drink! Or so I think…
The Trader’s Market Hall was packed with all these stalls… selling manga, magazines, figurines, anime CDs, Gundam kits and all the Japanese junk you can imagine. No hentai or any of that kinky Japanese “toys” though.
Pity.
There were other larger halls that they rented out at the showgrounds, one for screening anime the whole day, one for having special presentations the whole day round, like recommending some rather unknown mangas, and another one for main events, like the cosplay specials. Now, more pics!
I gotta say, that the MANIFEST crew really are serious about this shit. While I was there, I saw so much merchandise on display and so much Japanese stuff. From Pocky to Japan’s most favoured soft drink! Or so I think…
The Trader’s Market Hall was packed with all these stalls… selling manga, magazines, figurines, anime CDs, Gundam kits and all the Japanese junk you can imagine. No hentai or any of that kinky Japanese “toys” though.
Pity.
There were other larger halls that they rented out at the showgrounds, one for screening anime the whole day, one for having special presentations the whole day round, like recommending some rather unknown mangas, and another one for main events, like the cosplay specials. Now, more pics!
Little kid as "L"
Me with Kirsten "Tifa" Dunst. No, she's not really Kirsten. I think.
A sim was spotted
Tobi, or should I say, Uchiha Madare?
Officer Jenny
I went for two panel shows… which were essentially just presentations. The 1st one I went for was for introducing some mostly overlooked manga/anime to the masses. Surprisingly, one was Ouran High School Host Club. I’ve watched that shit since CIMP! It’s a tad gay, with all the handsome kids being the main stars and the main heroine devoid of any estrogen. But still, the whole thing is just HILARIOUS and sad to say, the whole romance near the end has got me hooked. Yeap, call me a god-damned softie.
Picture time.
Picture time.
Rikku. It's gotta be cold eh?
Shit!!! It's the Red Ranger!
Ichigo meets his hollow self
Most of the Bleach cosplayers
HOLY CRAP SOMEONE REMEMBERED GENJO SANZO!
Let’s see… well in the end, I gotta say that the dude in the 00 Gundam suit won the cosplay competition. What? You wanna see the 00 Gundam suit? Here you go.
Seto Kaiba versus Jaden Yuki (?)
It's Ash from Pokemon! Get 'im!
I forgot which DOA chick is she supposed to be. Nice thong, though.
Oh... this chick. Choiy.
The winning entry (possibly) of MANIFEST '09's Saturday cosplay competition
Ahhh… it was a long day, but a rewarding one at that.
Anyways, I’m off. No work, luckily. I’ve done all that needs to be done for this week.
*grin*
Peace.
Anyways, I’m off. No work, luckily. I’ve done all that needs to be done for this week.
*grin*
Peace.
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