DONE! Wait... That's Almost Done

Yeah boyyy... Finally, last presentation down and only 2 more weeks to the beginning of finals! Here's how it goes...

My first one's for Distribution Management Operations. Not a bad subject. Got 75% for my final assignment! Shit, man! I've never got such good marks back in Sunway. Go fuck yourselves VU Sunway! No one likes you! I even got 4/5 for my final presentation, which was just yesterday, after I fucked up a bit at the beginning. Way too lenient here, but they appreciate effort and creativity when the situation allows it. Not like those dickhead Nazis back in Sunway.

YOU MUST FOLLOW THE GUIDELINE EVEN IF IT'S WRONG!

CONFORM! CONFORM! ACH BIEN GOTZEN~!

Might have stepped over the edge there a bit. Those lecturers back there remind me why Pink Floyd even wrote "Another Brick in The Wall".

2nd one's Strategic International Trade Operations. Full of calculations. Not too over the top, luckily. 45 MCQs and 15 marks in essay. Doesn't sound too bad. I got a good mark for the assignment anyways. Shit loads to study, too.

3rd one's Advanced Marketing Research. Fucked up a bit on the assignment but nevertheless, I'm going in with an internal of 41/50 and the kicker is that I don't need to pass the finals to pass the subject. So all I need is 9 marks and I'm done! Damn, it feels good to be in this country.

Last one's International Marketing. Got a mediocre score for my presentation so I was cool. No idea about my assignment marks, though. I think I'm going to get it later today. Exam format's a bit fucked and the lecturer isn't too sure about everything that's gonna come out but hopefully today she can tell us more.

Heh heh heh... as usual, on the final week, all the ghosts are coming out to attend the final lectures. Bastards.

And with Man Utd losing when it mattered the most, I think this semester is going to end just nice...

LOSERS!

Peace out y'all.

What's the Score?

"Fail me not, old legs!"

Hey! Manchester United fans! I want you to tell me the score last night! And where's that trophy? Oh wait, what? What's the score again? I can't hear you man. 2 to who? You? No? What? 2 to... who? Oh... Barca? Wait, that means...

YOU GOT OWNED~

PWNED~

BUN PARDO~

Yes. Joy at last. There's a God in this world. Thank you. Thank you. This post does not do any justice at all.

Peace out y'all.

Night at the Museum: Battle of the Smithsonian

Well, here I am, awake since 4 a.m, playing X-Men Origins: Wolverine on my PSP until the goddamned batteries run out. Grand.

Feeling kinda woozy right now. God knows why. I don’t think it’s gonna be an awesome day but I’m still going to write this review on Night of the Museum 2. Or replace the “2” with Battle of the Smithsonian if you want to be a bitch about it.

*insert witty wisecrack here*

I loved the 1st one. Hands down. I just remember that I loved it. I don’t particularly remember anything awfully funny about it but I remember it was awesome. The whole concept of inanimate objects becoming alive just blew my mind.

Anyways, this movie has the entire old cast and of course newer characters! Some of the old characters like that Egyptian king, Teddy (as in that President of the United States), the red Indian chick he falls in love with and Rexxy, the skeleton T-Rex have shorter screen time but hell, they did good anyways.

Short story is that the Egyptian king’s evil brother, Kahmunrah, is brought alive with that magic tablet and it seems that the magic tablet has more uses than that. Kahmunrah is a constipated and angry fella with a lisp. Poor dude. He reminds me a bit of the Sheriff of Rottingham in Robin Hood: Men in Tights.

How’d the tablet get into America’s largest storage bin of museum relics? That damn slapping monkey stole it from the museum. So, imagine the whole storeroom coming to life! Paintings as well! Just imagine the insanity that ensues.

Ol’ Spiky’s Rating – 8.5/10.

A must watch for the summer. Look out for the angry ‘70s waiter smashing a bottle over the counter, the 300 tribute and cameos that include Oscar the Grouch and a Force-less Darth Vader.

Hm, funny. I just went through some of the trailers. It seems that they changed Al Capone and all his flunkies to black and white. Strange.

And damn, Amelia Earheart has one tight badonkadonk. For the people that aren’t too familiar with this term, it’s street for, one tight ass. Sorry, that doesn’t do it justice. I mean, an ass you’d eat your food off. Hell yeah.

Giggity.

Peace out y’all.

My Holocaust

Hmph. Just realized that it’s pretty scary opening Microsoft Word to type anything out, even this. I think my assignment phobia decided to kick in at a very good time – when I’m done with them!

Yep… not much to gripe about this sem ‘round. I think 3rd year is the charm. Finally got the grasp of things! Or rather, the lecturers here are so much more helpful with the work given! I guess these white people are the ones that don’t give their lecturers enough credit, no wonder they’re a bit screwed up.

But I don’t intend to make fun of white people in this post today.

Just wanted to get a few things off my chest, that’s all. Well, let’s see…

No names, as usual. But if you know who I’m talking about, just laugh silently.

Had some lousy assignment partner this year. I’m not gonna say why exactly because I’ve made a pledge not to make fun of him behind his back anymore. Why?

Well… I don’t really talk about this much but today I’m gonna touch on this topic. Back in primary school, my dad had cancer. The family pretty much fell apart and I was taken care of by my grandparents and some other relatives.

So… my primary school was pretty fucked up, to be honest. If I knew about such complications in life and such back then, I guess I would’ve been in more pain. I seriously didn’t understand the enormity of the situation at hand. But… the thing was that I didn’t concentrate on my studies any more ‘cause my mum wasn’t there to force me to study. So from top 3 student, I slowly became a bottom feeder in the tank of the best class.

Mind you, the ego shot wasn’t that helpful either. And nor did the fact that most of the people in the class were asshole that didn’t help at all.

I remember… in 5th grade and 6th grade. I didn’t really have the best of times. The smart kids were giving me a hard time just because I was on the bottom. I wasn’t dumb, per say. If I was, I wouldn’t be here typing this. I’d probably be selling handphones and wondering what color to dye my hair next.

But the fact that I was lazy didn’t help my position that much. I remember that I actually had to fight the other bottom feeders that were far worse than me to stay off the dead end bottom. Funny at that time. Scary now.

I’m actually thinking about the implications at that time. Some of the kids’ parents knew what was going on in my family but it’s not really their place to do anything about it, innit? I’m just thinking about it now… what if those kids now, that gave me a hard time, knew that they were teasing a kid that was going to lose one of his parents, I wonder how they would feel. If I were them, it’d be like, “What kind of a human being am I?”

But… then again, they didn’t know any better. We were all just kids.

I can give up grudges pretty easily. Through logic and time.

I don’t know… that part of my life, back in primary school. It’s just one of those black spots that I haven’t… and probably can’t erase out of my life no matter how hard I try.

I hear a load of people ask others who have suffered the loss of a loved one in their life, “Does the pain go away?”

They say, “No… it just gets easier”

Yeah, sounds typical Hollywood. But it’s true. It gets easier.

I remember… Hahaha… There was this particular kid, pale ass fat kid, used to be in the same tuition class as me. He was nice to me. Somewhat. There was this other kid, older and was a badass kid, so I use to stick with him. We were in the same primary school. This fat kid was good friends with one of the kids that gave me a hard time.

Actually, he is the kid that gave me the hardest time. Phew… rough crowd there.

So one day, me and this older kid, went to bully this kid. I kinda kneed him in the ass. Don’t ask me why. So next thing he’s down on the grass, crying. Next minute he’s up, running and sobbing back to class. Me and the older kid have a good laugh. Then it hit me… “Crap… I kneed the fave friend of that asshole, I’m so screwed”

I’m actually dreading to go back to class not because the kid’s gonna tell on me to the teacher, but to his friend. You can imagine how badass this kid was. He was the scorning type. Imagine Draco Malfoy. Now with Hitler’s cruelty. Minus the army. Yeah.

That’s where this story ends.

I wonder… if they knew. If they knew, that they had been giving a kid… whose dad was dying… and died later on and had a fucked up family situation at the time, a hard time, would they be questioning their humanity right now?

Yeah sure, you can say, “They were kids, man! How would they have known??!”

Yeah, I know. But say… you found out. Would you be guilty?

I know for a fact… that if I meet that dude once more, the guy that was giving me such a hard time, I would not hesitate to beat the living shit out of him. Two-faced motherfucker.

After all the shit he said about me, he still dared to smile and congratulate me for getting 5As in UPSR. Courtesy, my ass. He can suck Bigfoot’s dick.

I don’t know… just felt like telling this today. It’s a huge whine but this is one of the stories that define me.

Kinda lost why I told all this in the 1st place. Oh yeah. About the dumb assignment partner. He's at the bottom now, like me, last time. So it doesn't make me any different from those assholes that gave me a hard time if I start giving him a hard time now.

Peace out y’all.

Losing the Cool

I can’t believe it’s been that long that I’ve actually snapped and went ape shit on someone. Restrained, but still qualifies as going ape shit.

I haven’t felt angry towards someone in so long. Urgh…

So conflicted… Thou shalt not go ape shit on people because of their shortcomings. And yet…

“You’re gonna get a brain tumour and possibly some mental disease bottling the anger inside”

Yes, thank you, Mr. Shrink.

So… brain tumour or just let it all go?

Friggin’ hell.

Brain Dead

Urgh… Pretty much finished typing out my entire International Marketing last night and I think that felt the firing of neurons in my brains stopped for a good 5 seconds after finishing.

Me no understand HTML no more. Me go class now.

Me lose all intelligence.

I finally snapped.

Bah. Humbug.

You Gotta Flap Your Wrists

“Oh, and everytime you roll the dice, you gotta say it and flap your wrists, like this.”

*does it gay-like* (How else would you flap your wrists and not look gay?)

“You’re gonna do it too?”

“Yep. You ready?”

“Alright. Go.”

*Brian rolls dice*

“YAHTZEE~” *Stewie flaps wrists*

“Gay.”

“You suck!”

One of my favourite Family Guy moments. Kinda an in-joke now everytime I see a fag with a dude that watches Family Guy as well and go “Yahtzee~”.

So yeah… regarding the story I promised last post. Not really supposed to go and demean and deface people that actually are related me in some way but I’ll leave the disclaimer at the end.

Wait, I take the top part back. I diss relatives ‘cause they have their flaws as well. The busybody aunty. Funny, most aunties that I know have personality flaws ‘cept maybe my mum’s sister. She’s cool. My uncles are either all way cool or too shy. They cool to me but some other relatives have problems with them. Usually aunties. Geez. Aunts are bitches, ain’t they. I chuckle as I write that line. Aunts are bitches at times. Some aunts can be bitches. Bitches. Gotta love that word. Bitches.

Okay, before it slips my mind. Need to establish an Anti-Aunt movement. Especially those spinsters that play too much mahjong for their own good and are too involved in things that have nothing to do with them. Come, join me, comrades! Bring your own pitchfork and flaming torch! Burn the aunties, we will!

A’ite, that went out of hand quick.

Anyways… last week my mum’s sister came with 2 of her old friends. One was kinda like a family friend, real nice. Appreciate her. The other one, I have no friggin’ idea who she is. Yeah, came to Melbourne to meet their kids. One’s my cousin that came to Melbourne roughly the same time as me. Another dude has been here quite some time now.

So they obviously wanted to meet up with me and I had some junk to pass to them anyways to the Indah lads. So initially we were slotted for lunch on Friday but was moved to dinner on Thursday night. So I took that long train ride to Blackburn and reached an hour before them since they were shopping at Springvale.

So that’s when I met the son. No mention of names to protect him from the overzealous purist Christians. Why? My Fag-O-Meter booted up in the back of my head as soon as he spoke some English in his Aussie-d accent. I’m gonna discount my initial suspicions ‘cause of what he wore because some of you might think it was normal. If it was a flowing skirt or a super pink shirt, sleeveless then yeah, I would’ve mentioned that by now and went on to say that.

The journey to my uncle’s house was uneventful. Fag-O-Meter sleeps in the background of my brain’s desktop screen.

Waltzed in a bit late with his mum ‘cause we took a wrong turn somewhere down the road. Met my Aussie cousin’s mum, exchanged pleasantries and let the aunties talk. One of them suggested that me and the dude talk it up. So I tried going at it. First topic was how us M’sians were dealing with life in Melbourne. I go on with how it seemed unfriendly and funky at first but I got used to it and sadly haven’t properly befriended one guai lo yet. He went on to tell his sob story which is almost similar, except with loads of “um” and “ah”s and “…like,…”. Not that I don’t use the last one, but there’s a way you use it that hints at other things. Fag-O-Meter boots up and rises a small notch.

I ditch the conversation and check if my couz’s in his room. Apparently because of the invasion of the aunties, he took the master room upstairs and ‘cause his dad (a.k.a my uncle) moved into the other house. Personally, his situation now (my uncle) just doesn’t seem that right to me, especially in the Asian mindset. But then again, he’s his own dude.

One way or another, me, my couz and this dude end up in the living room watching TV. Somehow, the dude went nuts on how it was wrong for evviilll corporations to run 3rd world country people into the ground while working for them. Yeah, I can see that’s happening. I knew some arguments that were going to be used right off the bat and saw that the argument’s gonna go round in circles pointlessly so I whipped out my PSP to take Kratos out to whip another Olympian.

As the argument went on for another good 2 hours, I slipped in a word or two every ten minutes when I thought it was getting mundane. For *some* reason my couz keep egging him on towards the evilness of those corporations on those poor li’l 3rd world country saps.

The kicker here is that my Fag-O-Meter was clocking in at 1 notch short of “FAG – do not approach” even when he started flinging his arms all over the place in indignation. Yeah, just imagine.

Stupid meter must’ve broken down. Anyways, dinner got ready and we went on to have it. Somewhere down the line his mum exclaimed that he made scones. I like scones. Then he went on to say, “I can make cupcakes, too!”

My processor must’ve gotten frozen in the cold ‘cause it took me awhile to refresh the Fag-O-Meter. It was processing something when suddenly it came back online and the needle went a full 360 degrees stopping at “Weapons grade fag”.

Fucking shit. What kinda dude makes cupcakes. Don’t answer that. I just found the answer.

El crapulent.

Skipping all after dinner talk and fast forward to the dude leaving the car and walking home, my couz just blurted out, “Gayest dude ever”

I just started laughing my ass off. Turns out my couz was keeping the argument going just to keep the fairy doing his arm flailing thing.

Freakin’ hell. Remind to avoid Lygon Street.

I doubt that this post hardly did the situation justice. Freakin’ hell, gayest motherfucker ever.

Gonna go puke. And wash the hand that shook his.

Peace out y’all.

Just ‘cause I Can

Been feeling like I needed to get my drink on for awhile. I’m not a fish, ladies and gents. 2 beers and 1 shot of tequila’s my idea of a good time. Half a bottle of Black Label is my record and that ended up in me spanking a friend’s girlfriend. With him. And development of a phobia with hard liquor.

Anyways, I did go and get my drink on. Was a last minute thing that I joined Elly and co. out on the town. Hm. I just remembered that term “painting the town red”. Damn man. That’s such an old term. The only time I heard that line was about a decade ago. Wow. You know you’re old when you talk about experiences a decade ago. We went to Melbourne Central’s Cho Gau to get our drink on. If that’s the way it’s spelt. Just some oriental-themed restaurant/pub place. We got there around midnight, waited for 20 minutes and met 2 guai lo that were Elly’s friends. It was only then I found out it was her birthday. Awesome.

Had 1 beer. Keep that on the tally.

Was acting like an ass all night. Not emo ass that kind, just the snide and crude insults all down the way. Works with the Indahvilla lads but it seems I get points deducted in this area. Not that this people show it but I’m pretty sure the people here have normal people feelings unlike the Indah lads.

*sigh*

I need more people that have a higher insult tolerance. And possibly better humour. Not that I dislike the current crowd. Or am wishing for them to be other people. Alright, that was a blatant lie. Everyone wishes for everyone else to be something else. Hahaha… you can’t blast me ‘cause that makes you a hypocrite! Oh what, you don’t care? Aw poopysticks.

Huh… but seriously last night I was dishing out the insults and shit like a motherfucker. Must be all the pent up frustration that my semi-consciousness has accumulated. Yeah, I just made up that term, semi-consciousness. It’s that little bridge between the actual conscious and our sub-conscious. Wow, that actually sounds so plausible to me that I can pull that off on a certain someone. Awesome.

Maybe it was a one night thing. I felt chatty. And insulty. Yeah…

I need to get more insults out and just dishing out on some poor fags ain’t enough. It’s like I want them do a good comeback. None of them actually can come up with something decent except drop to a lower level of crudeness. Or laugh. That works too but it gets old after awhile

Naw, but seriously… Seriously need to stop dishing out the insults. Would hate to tell my boss if he’d like to be dick slapped across the face when he tells me that I fucked up the annual company report.

I take it back. Sounds awesome.

“Do you want to get fired?”

“Do you want to get dick slapped?”

“What?”

“Motherfucker”

“…”

The red's me. Just saying 'cause I know some of you got a negative on the IQ test.

I will keep this post pinned in my office cubicle if such a day ever comes, when I am in an office cubicle, that is, just for reference.

I can see it on my resume, “Fired for being a bastard”

I bet that’s how everyone wants to go.

Or I’m just being self-indulgent in my personal hater-hating fantasies again.

It works either way. Yeah.

Oops, time for my SITO assignment. Best of luck with your assignments and studying for your finals, people. We all gonna need it!

Peace out y’all!

P.S: Ever seen that scene where Stewie does that “Yahtzee” thing? With the wrist action? Yeah. Do I ever have a story for you. Next post, perhaps.

Just a Reminder

Of the good times, that is. Here’s Hold Devil’s Pot of Tea once more, just because GoW3 is coming soon!



I have assignments to do yet I am sitting here typing this post ‘cause I’m bored. And also ‘cause that I feel that I need to bow down to the status quo of blogging. I’m on schedule, luckily. No rush. So, no bitching about assignments this year. Not until some ang moh comes and screws me over, which I doubt will happen.

Watched Wolverine on Monday with Palm, Elly, Daniel and KW. Me, being the Marvel geek that I am, didn’t find the movie that amazing. I’ve become accustomed to this ‘cause I realize that you don’t spend millions of dollars to satisfy a small minority of the public. So, not gonna review it ‘cause I’m too biased.

Now, just for pure fun, I am going to start a tagging chain. No lame random iPod shuffle playlist to answer questions. No lame pseudo death threat if you don’t pass this around. No lame. Yes funny. See, you gotta speak caveman sometimes.

Here we go. Ground rules: Spit out 10 things you believe in/that. Then, tag a random number of people who you think would’ve something interesting to say back. I know it’s assignment and finals time but sometimes you just gotta get the laughs out so you don’t pull that noose ‘round your neck.

Alright. I believe in/that:

1. Love is blind.
2. Cookie Monster really said fuck on TV.
3. Women drivers are terrible. I don’t even trust me mum on the wheel at times
4. It’s okay to laugh at people’s misfortunes, not their tragedies.
5. Marijuana is not a drug. It’s a smoke-able plant with wonderful side effects.
6. Natural selection needs to be brought back into the world
7. Santa
8. No one wins in a relationship. We all lose less each time.
9. Games don’t kill people. Failure to cope with reality does.
10. It’s almost lunch time. As always

I don’t know. Right off the top of my head. Go nuts.

I hereby tag thee. Wei Shiarn, Wing Hoh, Danny, Elly, Fathima, andddd Amir.

Done. Go nuts. Peace out y’all.

In The End… There Will Only Be Chaos

I am fucking stoked about GoW3. Is anyone else stoked about?

It should be due this year innit? Hope its PS3 exclusive just to show why the PS is the big daddy of next-gen consoles out there. Screw you, you Xbox 360 cunts! Hahahahahaha!!!

Nah, just yankin’ ya. I got nothing against the Xbox. I just think it’s a futile attempt by Microsoft to get in on the gaming console market. Stick to your semi-obsolete Windows, bitches!

Anyways, in anticipation for the next God-like (pun not intended) sequel and possible ending to Kratos’s massive and gory quest to destroy Olympus, I started playing the prequel, Chains of Olympus for the PSP. It’s definitely amazing. Everything’s there. I have no idea how they can do the same shit on the PSP like they did on the PS2.

Does anyone remember Hold Devil's Pot of Tea?

How am I doing this?

Yeah, boiii~

Hahaha… I got my own PSP, finally. There’re a few achievements here in this purchase. First, this will be the very first console that I ever owned! Second, one of my rare moments that I went against my own self-doubt and went with what I truly wanted.

Feels good to be alive.

There’s a story to the purchase of that PSP too. The damned thing was probably the last 2000 series in Melbourne ‘cause this model was released 3 years ago and the PSP 3000 series was released late last year so everyone ditched the old stock. This PSP 2000 is a 2nd hand PSP and the ONLY PSP 2000 I can find. 200 AUD, which means 480 ringgits. Rushdi bought his spanking new PSP 2000 with accessories and came up to 1000 ringgits odd. The PSP being 800 ringgits by itself. Unlocked, of course, since it’s M’sia.

Mine was still locked. I don’t know what’s wrong with these white people. Playing original games and getting ripped off. Sheesh. I’m no master of economics but off the bat, I want to say that I think that piracy is becoming, or is a huge force in the economy and it’s the counterbalance.

*hippie mode* That’s taking it back to the man, dude~!

But seriously, crackas. Jeez. Learn, boy, learn.

I got my PSP unlocked at St. Albans. Little place called Ace Gamestore. St. Albans... is just a tad less interesting than Footscray. Just a place where people live their lives. Nothing more.

St. Albans. Seriously ball-droppingly boring place

A'ite, I’m out. Peace out y’all