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!
Thursday, October 29, 2009
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.
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