Its funny how the most pleasant of all things - and feelings - can be the most painful gut-wrenching affliction any man (and woman) can suffer. How many people out there who's been through the same thing over and over again, and how many have sworn that they would never do it again?
How many lonely and sleepless nights? All the lies and the fights? And you'd think, "why the hell would anyone would put themselves through that again?"
You say it is painful. You say it is cruel and bitter. And the way it pays you back for all the faith you had in your brain.
How can this be the one you say you need the most? When it leaves you feeling like a ghost and there you are wanting to never be sad and lost again.
There's simply no immunity. It could happen to you like it happened to me. There's no guarantee.
Then someone would ask you (or you yourself), "What do you have?" And you would say "I have a lot. But I have nothing to offer - according to you and possibly me".
Then someone would ask, "Who are you?" And you would say, "I'm just a guy. She's everyone's sweetheart. I'm just a guy. That's all you, them and her would ever see. Just another guy having a go at it." Just another guy.
So another would ask, "should we care?". And you would say, "Do you want to care? I dont think you should. After all, I'm just a guy. Who is having go at it. Should be of no significance at all. You probably have something more important to do."
They would again ask you "Does this mean you're backing out? Giving up?" And you, with your face held up high, reply, "Common sense tells me that I should, given the odds. Then again, I couldnt possibly do that. It feels so right that I would be so much of an ass to give this one up. I could end up in regret and being miserable but thats not a big deal. The bigger deal is that you don't find something like this everyday. Not even in years. It comes in what you call "once in a lifetime".
"Its not because of the good prospects, the beauty or the perfection of it. Its simply because it feels so right. And it happens when the least I expected. Caught off guard. I'm not sure if there's any way to explain these in those things you call "words" or those bunch you call "language" but the only way I could make you understand is for you to experience it yourself. Now that's problem: because when it happens to you, I couldn't possibly comprehend the gibberish of what you're explaining because it is a sensation so UNIQUE, so SPECIAL, for people other than you to understand."
Its that song again. Its so beautiful. Now, listening to it made the sensation grew stronger.
This thing deep inside of me is starting to swell, bloat and about to explode. I'm not sure how long I can stay sane considering the circumstances. And I'm not really good at hiding things.
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Thursday, August 21, 2008
Something to remember
Sure reminds me of something sweet. Sweet Memories.
Somehow, I felt that what happened that night was sweet. And Cute.
Daylight.
Somehow, I felt that what happened that night was sweet. And Cute.
Daylight.Tuesday, August 19, 2008
To make your day
lIm kinda bored. I should be writing about something important (whether I genuinely care or not. Most of the time not). So today im just gonna list down a couple of smacktalk I learned over the time ever since I've been a gamer.
Smacktalk is the art of telling people off, while in the heat of competition. You could use it to taunt people, insult them, or just annoy them. They say if you want to smacktalk, smacktalk like a gentleman. A gentleman is three things (1) Polite, (2) Grammatically Correct and (3) A gentleman.
1. You remind me of ghey.
2. Kiss dogs with tongue and everything.
3. Banana Stench Monkey Salt licker.
4. Your mom.
5. Someone who sucks called, they want their skills back.
6. *honk honk* is that the schoolbus? (referring to the noobschoolbus)
7. You just got schooled.
8. I just saw on CNN/Fox News on how good you are.
9. If I'd be you, I'd be losing.
10. You Uncoordinated Ball of Ghey
11. Holla Holla get Dolla
12. Are you on the keyboard?
13. I can only take you to water.
14. I think you should take the controller from your mum.
15. Are you playing the same game as I am?
There's probably a lot more which I couldn't remember. A taunt is effective when either two happens: (1) the taunted has no idea what you're saying and feels seriously stupid about himself, (2) The taunted gets the the idea of what you're saying and is strongly gobsmacked by it.
I should post about the local version I always use.
Smacktalk is the art of telling people off, while in the heat of competition. You could use it to taunt people, insult them, or just annoy them. They say if you want to smacktalk, smacktalk like a gentleman. A gentleman is three things (1) Polite, (2) Grammatically Correct and (3) A gentleman.
1. You remind me of ghey.
2. Kiss dogs with tongue and everything.
3. Banana Stench Monkey Salt licker.
4. Your mom.
5. Someone who sucks called, they want their skills back.
6. *honk honk* is that the schoolbus? (referring to the noobschoolbus)
7. You just got schooled.
8. I just saw on CNN/Fox News on how good you are.
9. If I'd be you, I'd be losing.
10. You Uncoordinated Ball of Ghey
11. Holla Holla get Dolla
12. Are you on the keyboard?
13. I can only take you to water.
14. I think you should take the controller from your mum.
15. Are you playing the same game as I am?
There's probably a lot more which I couldn't remember. A taunt is effective when either two happens: (1) the taunted has no idea what you're saying and feels seriously stupid about himself, (2) The taunted gets the the idea of what you're saying and is strongly gobsmacked by it.
I should post about the local version I always use.
Sunday, August 17, 2008
Topic for dicussion: The Noob Effect
Issues in gaming and entertainment from a pro gamer point of view. Its a bit vulgar and non-sensical. May seems like a ripoff from The Punctuation Effect. Watch this video:
Saturday, August 16, 2008
Television just got spanked!
Its here! OMG! It Finally Here! OMG!OMG!OMG!OMG!OMG!OMG!
Pure Pwnage Episode 17 has finally went out for online viewing. Pure Pwnage is one of the best webshows ever made by two Physics students. I wish TV could be this good. In case you're wondering what Pure Pwnage is like, I've added a video in this post.
Pure Pwnage Episode 17 has finally went out for online viewing. Pure Pwnage is one of the best webshows ever made by two Physics students. I wish TV could be this good. In case you're wondering what Pure Pwnage is like, I've added a video in this post.
Sunday, August 10, 2008
Lexicalition
I think I just made a new word. The word is:
WHAY
It is derived from the combination of two words: What & Why.
This is silly. The word itself sounds silly. I shouldnt be making new words when there's actually no real purpose of doing so. I feel bad.
WHAY
It is derived from the combination of two words: What & Why.
This is silly. The word itself sounds silly. I shouldnt be making new words when there's actually no real purpose of doing so. I feel bad.
Friday, August 08, 2008
Guys, Listen to Me: There is NO Chain.
Recently, i went out for lunch with a female friend of mine at 18. We talked about her recent relationship which turned out rather badly. Honestly, I really think that this was it. Her relationship with this guy could really work this time. The guy had what it takes plus he is ready and willing for the big "commitment". I think everything was set in the right places: she got to know his family and he got to know hers, he has a solid stable job, and they were in love.
But its sad how everything turned out NOT like how we hope them to be. They had an argument over the phone (this was not unusual, mind you). Everything was as the "usual" until he said those words:
"You know. You're JUST LIKE HER"
...and that was it. It hit her really hard. Thats when she finally had to draw the line, which she did reluctantly. She know and I know that the man had a bad history in relationship but that was not the point.
The man was living in his past. He compared her to his previous flame. Or he was hoping that she was her. I learned a very valuable lesson in our conversation:
"A new love is a new story everytime. No matter how vague or similar the circumstances are, they are different. She is different. They are not the same person no matter how identical they may be."
The past are not supposed to linger in the present. But that doesnt mean they should be forgotten. We should learn from the past and it should give us something to think about. The past should never burden you. You should never hurt your other half just because you were hurt by someone else.
BTW, she's doing fine at the moment and she's taking a break from having any relationship whatsoever. Please guys. Dont let it get it to you.
But its sad how everything turned out NOT like how we hope them to be. They had an argument over the phone (this was not unusual, mind you). Everything was as the "usual" until he said those words:
"You know. You're JUST LIKE HER"
...and that was it. It hit her really hard. Thats when she finally had to draw the line, which she did reluctantly. She know and I know that the man had a bad history in relationship but that was not the point.
The man was living in his past. He compared her to his previous flame. Or he was hoping that she was her. I learned a very valuable lesson in our conversation:
"A new love is a new story everytime. No matter how vague or similar the circumstances are, they are different. She is different. They are not the same person no matter how identical they may be."
The past are not supposed to linger in the present. But that doesnt mean they should be forgotten. We should learn from the past and it should give us something to think about. The past should never burden you. You should never hurt your other half just because you were hurt by someone else.
BTW, she's doing fine at the moment and she's taking a break from having any relationship whatsoever. Please guys. Dont let it get it to you.
Sunday, August 03, 2008
I'm learning? WOW!
I learned something new today. And im going share to you what I've learned:
How to pick locks (padlocks)
You're going to need two paperclips. Bend em like shown in the following photos.
You bend 'em as close as you can. Leave the gap as little as you can. This is the Wrench.
You bend the other at 90 degree angle. This is the Shim (I think).
Insert the wrench on the bottom (notchless side) as deep as possible. Apply some tension with your thumb. Be careful, not too strong.
Then, insert the Shim on the notch side as deep as you can.
While holding the tension on the Wrench, rock your Shim so it knocks up and down. This is the trickiest part so you'll need to figure this out on your own.
It takes some effort to get it done. Voila!!! You just picked a lock! Congratulations and pat yourself at the back or head.
p/s: difficulty may vary from lock to lock because of tread and notch variety. And this method applies to the conventional padlocks (not including square key padlocks).
p/s/s: I may not be responsible for break-ins. Use knowledge at your own discretion. Im deleting this post as soon as break-in reports starts to skyrocket.
p/s/s/s: The internet is serious. You could learn a lot from the web, you are responsible for your own actions.
p/s/s/s/s: I just learned something awesome. Its awesome. No. Yes, it is. No. Shut up.
How to pick locks (padlocks)
You're going to need two paperclips. Bend em like shown in the following photos.
You bend 'em as close as you can. Leave the gap as little as you can. This is the Wrench.
You bend the other at 90 degree angle. This is the Shim (I think).
Insert the wrench on the bottom (notchless side) as deep as possible. Apply some tension with your thumb. Be careful, not too strong.
Then, insert the Shim on the notch side as deep as you can.
While holding the tension on the Wrench, rock your Shim so it knocks up and down. This is the trickiest part so you'll need to figure this out on your own.
It takes some effort to get it done. Voila!!! You just picked a lock! Congratulations and pat yourself at the back or head.p/s: difficulty may vary from lock to lock because of tread and notch variety. And this method applies to the conventional padlocks (not including square key padlocks).
p/s/s: I may not be responsible for break-ins. Use knowledge at your own discretion. Im deleting this post as soon as break-in reports starts to skyrocket.
p/s/s/s: The internet is serious. You could learn a lot from the web, you are responsible for your own actions.
p/s/s/s/s: I just learned something awesome. Its awesome. No. Yes, it is. No. Shut up.
Sounds like English to me
I just learned a new word today:
WHAMBULANCE
It is an imaginary ambulance that could rescue from incessant whining from trivial matters.
E.g.: "Better call the whambulance. Stacy broke her nail again."
It may also come in the form of WHAMBURGER: imaginary food given to people who whine 24/7.
E.g.: "So what he cheated you and ran off with your friend? Do you want some whamburger and some french cries?"
Bleep-bloop!
WHAMBULANCE
It is an imaginary ambulance that could rescue from incessant whining from trivial matters.
E.g.: "Better call the whambulance. Stacy broke her nail again."
It may also come in the form of WHAMBURGER: imaginary food given to people who whine 24/7.
E.g.: "So what he cheated you and ran off with your friend? Do you want some whamburger and some french cries?"
Bleep-bloop!
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Why men just cant WIN
I read this in Malay Mail, it goes like this:
1. If you work too hard, there is never time for her. If you don't, you're a good-for-nothing bum.
2. If she has a boring and repetitive job, its exploitation. If you do you should get off your ass and find a better one.
3. If you get a promotion ahead of her, its called favouritism. If she gets promoted ahead of you, its called equal opportunity.
4. If you mention how nice she looks, its called sexual harrassment. If you dont, its called male indifference.
5. If you buy her flowers, you're after something. If you dont, you're not being thoughtful.
6. If you cry, you're a wimp. If you dont, you're insensitive.
7. If you make decision without consulting her, you're a control freak. If she makes one without consulting you, she's a liberated woman.
8. If you ask her something she does not enjoy, its called manipulation. If she asks you, its a favour.
9. If you try to keep yourself in shape, you're self-centered. If you dont, you're a slob.
10. If you're proud of your achievements, you're an egoist. If you're not, you're not ambitious.
11. If she's had a headache, she's tired. If you had a headache, you dont love her anymore.
Phew!
1. If you work too hard, there is never time for her. If you don't, you're a good-for-nothing bum.
2. If she has a boring and repetitive job, its exploitation. If you do you should get off your ass and find a better one.
3. If you get a promotion ahead of her, its called favouritism. If she gets promoted ahead of you, its called equal opportunity.
4. If you mention how nice she looks, its called sexual harrassment. If you dont, its called male indifference.
5. If you buy her flowers, you're after something. If you dont, you're not being thoughtful.
6. If you cry, you're a wimp. If you dont, you're insensitive.
7. If you make decision without consulting her, you're a control freak. If she makes one without consulting you, she's a liberated woman.
8. If you ask her something she does not enjoy, its called manipulation. If she asks you, its a favour.
9. If you try to keep yourself in shape, you're self-centered. If you dont, you're a slob.
10. If you're proud of your achievements, you're an egoist. If you're not, you're not ambitious.
11. If she's had a headache, she's tired. If you had a headache, you dont love her anymore.
Phew!
Its that time again...
I dont know anything about women or what really happens during their "PMS"es and im not going to make any wild asssumption. One thing i do know is: the MOODINESS. That i can totally understand.
In fact, thats whats really happening to me right now. Im being moody. Its like I have these times where i get moody just like that. Like waking up feeling everything is not alright. And for some reason, im being moody pretty often lately.
Whenever I am moody, the following things happens:
1. I dont feel like talking.
2. I dont want to make eye contact.
3. I run away from people.
4. I walk around a lot.
5. I wont probably say hi to you.
6. I space out quite often.
7. I want to be alone.
And i always end up hanging around around the INTEC Square far off and remote from Edu Fac (the one near the bus port). There are a number of people there but I dont mind. Its kinda amusing y'know: "The best way of getting privacy is to be surrounded by strangers". In my moodiness, I often avoid people I know or people who know me so that INTEC hangout is such a great place for me.
What worries me the most is that the moodiness occurs a bit too often. One minute im laughing, flirting and being a douchebag, the next i'm quiet and refuse to communicate. Whats happening? Am I under stress? Its just 4 weeks into the semester. Am I having an emotional breakdown? If yes, why and what for? Maybe I didnt ask the Almighty after prayers as to why this is so.
The moodiness also sets in whenever I am experiencing mental blocks (times when I cant produce ideas when I goddamn need them). I really hope this is not a sign of me "giving up" on whatever it is im doing.
Dad's idea of dealing with unethical drivers. Watch out for road rage.
In fact, thats whats really happening to me right now. Im being moody. Its like I have these times where i get moody just like that. Like waking up feeling everything is not alright. And for some reason, im being moody pretty often lately.
Whenever I am moody, the following things happens:
1. I dont feel like talking.
2. I dont want to make eye contact.
3. I run away from people.
4. I walk around a lot.
5. I wont probably say hi to you.
6. I space out quite often.
7. I want to be alone.
And i always end up hanging around around the INTEC Square far off and remote from Edu Fac (the one near the bus port). There are a number of people there but I dont mind. Its kinda amusing y'know: "The best way of getting privacy is to be surrounded by strangers". In my moodiness, I often avoid people I know or people who know me so that INTEC hangout is such a great place for me.
What worries me the most is that the moodiness occurs a bit too often. One minute im laughing, flirting and being a douchebag, the next i'm quiet and refuse to communicate. Whats happening? Am I under stress? Its just 4 weeks into the semester. Am I having an emotional breakdown? If yes, why and what for? Maybe I didnt ask the Almighty after prayers as to why this is so.
The moodiness also sets in whenever I am experiencing mental blocks (times when I cant produce ideas when I goddamn need them). I really hope this is not a sign of me "giving up" on whatever it is im doing.
Dad's idea of dealing with unethical drivers. Watch out for road rage.
Friday, July 25, 2008
Acrostics. Now or Never.
I was in the shades of the brighter bright
Red is the colour of my passion
White in all endeavours
And you stained me
Now, the stain is my colour.
Here I am
Underneath the clouds
Zeroing out to the skies off to
Everywhere you’d be
Now, I can pretend you are here.
Making guesses when the answer is “yes”
Another heart disfigured
The timeless words
Underneath the priceless pictures
Suggesting this is happiness
“If not now, when?” you once said
Now. And now I confess, to you.
A Beautiful Mess - Jason Mraz
You’ve got the best of both worlds
You’re the kind of girl who can take down a man,
And lift him back up again.
You are strong but you’re needy,
Humble but you’re greedy
And based on your body language, your shouted cursive I’ve been reading.
You’re style is quite selective, though your mind is rather reckless
Well I guess it just suggests that this is just what happiness is.
And what a beautiful mess this is,
It’s like picking up trash in dresses.
Well it kind of hurts when kind of words you write
Kind of turn themselves into knives
And don't mind my nerve you could call it fiction
But I like being submerged in your contradictions, dear
‘Cause here we are, here we are.
Although you were biased I love your advice
Your comebacks they’re quick and probably have to do with your insecurities
There’s no shame in being crazy, depending on how you take these
Words on paraphrasing this relationship we’re staging.
And what a beautiful mess this is,
It’s like picking up trash in dresses.
Well it kind of hurts when kind of words you say
Kind of turn themselves into blades
kind and courteous is life I’ve heard
But it’s nice to say that we played in the dirt, oh, dear
Cause here we are, Here we are.
Here we are x7
We're still here.
What a beautiful mess this is,
It’s like taking a guess when the only answer is yes.
And through timeless words, in priceless pictures
We’ll fly like birds not of this earth
And tides they turn and hearts disfigure
But that’s no concern when we’re wounded together
And we tore our dresses and stained our shirts
But it’s nice today, all the wait it was so worth it.
You're a mess but that's you and you're beautiful. In every way. Beautiful.
Thursday, July 24, 2008
Up and Running
Yup, finally got our ADSL connected and set up. Up and Running. But there's no guarantee im gonna be frequently online.
It was also quite a busy moment because frens were making calls to their homes so i can help them set up their new connections as well. It spared them of the RM88 installation fee. Think of me as your cheaper less expert subcontractor.
It took a lot of time because i wasnt really sure how the thing works but hey, i did manage.
So, here we are up and running. Ready for the I-Learn Portal....unless some unnecessary distraction jumps in.
It was also quite a busy moment because frens were making calls to their homes so i can help them set up their new connections as well. It spared them of the RM88 installation fee. Think of me as your cheaper less expert subcontractor.
It took a lot of time because i wasnt really sure how the thing works but hey, i did manage.
So, here we are up and running. Ready for the I-Learn Portal....unless some unnecessary distraction jumps in.
Thursday, July 17, 2008
The Undeserving ChickenShit
What am I afraid of? Why am I always running?
Is it failure? Or am I just the same 'ol chickenshit?
I am in love, am I? Then why am I not doing anything about it?
Why am I hiding behind the sorry excuse of being busy? i could have just ditched my frens and everything else that I have to, then make up for it later. Why am I being such a bastard to myself? Why didnt I go to the moments that happens once in every FOREVER?!
Why do i always have to miss the IMPORTANT things that I should attend, by all means?
And now WHAT? Im having a guilt trip now? Im punishing myself for it now? What GOOD is that going to do? And now im going to burden myself with all the IFs. Everytime there are chances to prove myself, I blew it and Im going to blow it again.
Now I have just made myself as the UNDESERVING because now Im nothing but CHICKENSHIT. maybe I was just plain undeserving from the beginning.
No amount of apologies can make up for this is the only thing im know right now.
Is it failure? Or am I just the same 'ol chickenshit?
I am in love, am I? Then why am I not doing anything about it?
Why am I hiding behind the sorry excuse of being busy? i could have just ditched my frens and everything else that I have to, then make up for it later. Why am I being such a bastard to myself? Why didnt I go to the moments that happens once in every FOREVER?!
Why do i always have to miss the IMPORTANT things that I should attend, by all means?
And now WHAT? Im having a guilt trip now? Im punishing myself for it now? What GOOD is that going to do? And now im going to burden myself with all the IFs. Everytime there are chances to prove myself, I blew it and Im going to blow it again.
Now I have just made myself as the UNDESERVING because now Im nothing but CHICKENSHIT. maybe I was just plain undeserving from the beginning.
No amount of apologies can make up for this is the only thing im know right now.
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
What am I supposed to do? The RIGHT thing?
To be isolated. To be shunned. To not fit in.
Predicaments and feelings which I am VERY familiar with. Situations which I was quite used to being in back in my teen years.
Recently, in class, there was this guy. He was kind of weird. I mean, REALLY weird. Yes, that day we were divided into groups and since our numbers in the class were uneven, there was bound to be an odd one out. That guy was the odd one out.
He was practically pleading in front of the class so that anyone would take him into their group. Everyone was quiet. i dont know what got into me. I was actually "wanting" him in my group. Hell, i dont even know him. I dont even know what kind of guy he is. Why did I even do it? My group members did NOT agree with me, totally.
I was not trying to be nice. I am not NICE in the first place. Its just....that sense of guilt I felt. How can I judge him without knowing him first? Like I did to my other friends, which most of the time I was proven wrong. I know what it feels like to be in his position. I have many bitter experiences of which I dont want to write here. Should pretend like it did not happen?
the feeling of guilt was intensified when it reminded me of my Autistic brother. How will life treat him when he is thrown into the groups of people who are not like him? People who never know whats it like being him? How will everyone treat him? How will I take it seeing other people mistreating him?
What im trying to say here is that im not trying to say that im doing something good. Im trying to save my self. From being burdened by guilt. I regret that my sense of guilt is too overpowering that it clouds my judgement. I resent it but too bad it is a part of who I am.
I will give him this one chance. All I expect is that he does his work (i should remind him that i dont take half-assed work lightly). All i want is him to be there when he is needed. What am I scared of? Nothing much. I've been working with people who are FAR WORSE in comparison, and made it through by myself. This will only small problem.
Im not seeking friendship. Just someone to manipulate, someone to do things towards my end end.
Predicaments and feelings which I am VERY familiar with. Situations which I was quite used to being in back in my teen years.
Recently, in class, there was this guy. He was kind of weird. I mean, REALLY weird. Yes, that day we were divided into groups and since our numbers in the class were uneven, there was bound to be an odd one out. That guy was the odd one out.
He was practically pleading in front of the class so that anyone would take him into their group. Everyone was quiet. i dont know what got into me. I was actually "wanting" him in my group. Hell, i dont even know him. I dont even know what kind of guy he is. Why did I even do it? My group members did NOT agree with me, totally.
I was not trying to be nice. I am not NICE in the first place. Its just....that sense of guilt I felt. How can I judge him without knowing him first? Like I did to my other friends, which most of the time I was proven wrong. I know what it feels like to be in his position. I have many bitter experiences of which I dont want to write here. Should pretend like it did not happen?
the feeling of guilt was intensified when it reminded me of my Autistic brother. How will life treat him when he is thrown into the groups of people who are not like him? People who never know whats it like being him? How will everyone treat him? How will I take it seeing other people mistreating him?
What im trying to say here is that im not trying to say that im doing something good. Im trying to save my self. From being burdened by guilt. I regret that my sense of guilt is too overpowering that it clouds my judgement. I resent it but too bad it is a part of who I am.
I will give him this one chance. All I expect is that he does his work (i should remind him that i dont take half-assed work lightly). All i want is him to be there when he is needed. What am I scared of? Nothing much. I've been working with people who are FAR WORSE in comparison, and made it through by myself. This will only small problem.
Im not seeking friendship. Just someone to manipulate, someone to do things towards my end end.
Monday, July 14, 2008
They're making me pay again. Make them stop.
this morning my friends went to KL Central with flight tickets to confirm, along with mine (MAS tickets) . i didn't go along because i was occupied at the time. When they came back, i was shocked (well, not really that "shocked" lah) to find out that they weren't able to confirm my flight ticket. The reason? To make the confirmation, they have to pay RM 168 for each ticket.
I mean, this is ridiculous! The ticket was paid for, like, ever since last year. All that was needed was a date for confirmations. It costs RM 1000+ per return flight ticket - ok, i admit it was a free/sponsored ticket from our sponsors, the BPG - this way beyond ridiculous. Their reason for charging was on grounds of fuel price hikes. What really irks me is that some of my friends went to confirm 3 days earlier, but they only paid somewhere around RM 30+. For the same ticket, same destination. How does that work? How does it skyrocket in the course of 3 days? WTF is going on?
Is it because transportation cost have increased around 68% from the peninsular to homeland of Borneo? Maybe I have to stay here in the mainland, and not return home regularly? (come to think of it, this may not be a BAD idea after all, hehehhehehe :p). Or is it we have a system of Triple-Taxing in here in Malaysia? (This is also something I want to talk about. It goes like this: You have a job > you pay annual taxes. You have a home > you pay residential taxs. You want to buy a car, preferably > you pay taxes, up to 300%. You want drive the car to the interstate to see your girlfriend > you pay road taxes. You want to eat at a restaurant > you pay service and govt taxes. And so on. More on that when I have the time).
I would like the speculate that MAS is desperate trying to squeeze as much as profit as possible to keep their executives afloat with their already ridiculous paychecks. I mean, look at AirAsia. you could get a ticket to the same destination by paying 50% of what it costs at MAS. Airline meals? I could add extra RM 7 when I book my flight online and still it would cost wwwaaaaayyyy cheaper. Even more, at MAS, you don't get meals for flights under 3 hours. Instead, you get a snack-in-box (crackers, muffins, you get it). So much 5 star service. We're paying for "more-stars" service but not getting any.
i think im done ranting for now. What irks me is not whats going on with the system. Its because it costs me more money. Not just any money. Big Money. The ones I can use or save for my "future plans". Gosh!
I mean, this is ridiculous! The ticket was paid for, like, ever since last year. All that was needed was a date for confirmations. It costs RM 1000+ per return flight ticket - ok, i admit it was a free/sponsored ticket from our sponsors, the BPG - this way beyond ridiculous. Their reason for charging was on grounds of fuel price hikes. What really irks me is that some of my friends went to confirm 3 days earlier, but they only paid somewhere around RM 30+. For the same ticket, same destination. How does that work? How does it skyrocket in the course of 3 days? WTF is going on?
Is it because transportation cost have increased around 68% from the peninsular to homeland of Borneo? Maybe I have to stay here in the mainland, and not return home regularly? (come to think of it, this may not be a BAD idea after all, hehehhehehe :p). Or is it we have a system of Triple-Taxing in here in Malaysia? (This is also something I want to talk about. It goes like this: You have a job > you pay annual taxes. You have a home > you pay residential taxs. You want to buy a car, preferably > you pay taxes, up to 300%. You want drive the car to the interstate to see your girlfriend > you pay road taxes. You want to eat at a restaurant > you pay service and govt taxes. And so on. More on that when I have the time).
I would like the speculate that MAS is desperate trying to squeeze as much as profit as possible to keep their executives afloat with their already ridiculous paychecks. I mean, look at AirAsia. you could get a ticket to the same destination by paying 50% of what it costs at MAS. Airline meals? I could add extra RM 7 when I book my flight online and still it would cost wwwaaaaayyyy cheaper. Even more, at MAS, you don't get meals for flights under 3 hours. Instead, you get a snack-in-box (crackers, muffins, you get it). So much 5 star service. We're paying for "more-stars" service but not getting any.
i think im done ranting for now. What irks me is not whats going on with the system. Its because it costs me more money. Not just any money. Big Money. The ones I can use or save for my "future plans". Gosh!
Sunday, July 13, 2008
The New Nesting Ground - Before The Storm
My guys and I just moved into a new home. Its in seksyen 17 facing dewan MBSA. Quite a nice place we got considering the bad neighbourhood that we live in. Our landlord, Pn Mona, was very nice. She took care of everything we need and comes to check on the house every now and then. She even bought spare parts for our washing machine.
We took time furnishing the house. Najib hogs some furniture and a corner in house. Eric, daus n Nazmi have their own pc tables. Cleaned the bathroom, the kitchen, and the refrigerator. Seems like the previous owners were a bunch of slobs. Its hard to describe the horror when we first came to house on "surveying" purposes.
I also have the liberty of typing a part of our expenditure statement in this post:
Streamyx registration: RM 295
Spending at Giant: RM 100
A trip to MyDin: RM 200
Taxi fare: RM 12
Preparing dinner at home, bantering, and violently
"insisting" Wawan to eat his veggies: OMG Priceless!
We cooked the basics. We will survive. We just know it.
The thought of learning how to cook had made top priority in my head lately. Presentation will also be really important for dinner.
Its still early in the semester so we wont be busy for at least another 2 weeks. We took the time to enjoy ourselves. There I am plucking tunes on my guitar, watching DVDs, and the occasional Call of Duty 4 (COD4) deathmatch sessions. Life was very laidback. Our broadband connection is due for another week, at least. We had to get streamyx because the lecturers are integrating i-Learn in class, which means we can submit assignments, get notes, important annoucements and discuss matter on-line in i-Learn. i think we should go with a 2 Meg connection, which means more money. GOSH! Like we havent spent so much already!
We took time furnishing the house. Najib hogs some furniture and a corner in house. Eric, daus n Nazmi have their own pc tables. Cleaned the bathroom, the kitchen, and the refrigerator. Seems like the previous owners were a bunch of slobs. Its hard to describe the horror when we first came to house on "surveying" purposes.
I also have the liberty of typing a part of our expenditure statement in this post:
Streamyx registration: RM 295
Spending at Giant: RM 100
A trip to MyDin: RM 200
Taxi fare: RM 12
Preparing dinner at home, bantering, and violently
"insisting" Wawan to eat his veggies: OMG Priceless!
We cooked the basics. We will survive. We just know it.The thought of learning how to cook had made top priority in my head lately. Presentation will also be really important for dinner.
Its still early in the semester so we wont be busy for at least another 2 weeks. We took the time to enjoy ourselves. There I am plucking tunes on my guitar, watching DVDs, and the occasional Call of Duty 4 (COD4) deathmatch sessions. Life was very laidback. Our broadband connection is due for another week, at least. We had to get streamyx because the lecturers are integrating i-Learn in class, which means we can submit assignments, get notes, important annoucements and discuss matter on-line in i-Learn. i think we should go with a 2 Meg connection, which means more money. GOSH! Like we havent spent so much already!
Wawan playing COD4 on Eric's uber PC. He loves stabbing people. Fear him.
We also took the liberty of training Wawan to play COD4. Turns out the little dude was a natural, even though he panicked a lot which threw his aim in every possible direction. It was good game. There were "what the hell?", "holy sh*t", "Penipuuu!" and the occasional "pukenengg!!".
We had fun.....at least for another week......
i'll write more next time.
Thursday, July 03, 2008
Meet the Hyperactive Jerk
"Grass grows, birds flies, sun shines and brother, I hurt people."
This video is kinda hilarious, especially if paused at 1:00. LOL. You gotta have a sandwich, man.
Team Fortress 2 RawkS!!!!!
Get a steam account now. Mine's at huzen133
This video is kinda hilarious, especially if paused at 1:00. LOL. You gotta have a sandwich, man.
Team Fortress 2 RawkS!!!!!
Get a steam account now. Mine's at huzen133
Wednesday, July 02, 2008
Just a dream...
Its just a dream. Its just a dream. Its just a dream.
Recently, I have been dreaming somewhat similar dreams three nights in a row. These dreams, from the way I see it, are nightmares. Some people say dreams are just, well, dreams. Purely machinations of the brain in our sleep. Some say that it tells something about a person, that it describes some of the latent content of one's mind. Some believe that dreams are indication of one's future. Either way, it really worries me.
The third dream goes something like this:
The setting: an empty, desolate city similar to the one in I Am Legend. I can't really identify which city but it sure is desolate. The situation: I'm the only survivor and I am alone. Or so I thought. It began at night when I overheard a conversation between two men when looked out of a window in the building I was sheltering in. I remember they were saying "Its time to FINISH him off". Just as the man said that, he saw me. Thats when it truly began. They ran and suddenly they were upon me. I was brandishing a Japanese sword and one was training a hunting bow. In a desperate attempt, I leaped out of the window (all the way three stories high). I ran. I ran as fast as my legs could ever hoped to take me. In fact, if this wasn't a dream, I couldn't run as fast as I did because if I did that would be against the laws of physics (gosh!). I zig zagged as I dogded every arrow that flew in my direction. At that moment, I remembered something that was totally unrelated:
"5 things that cannot be returned or taken back; (1) a speeding bullet, (2) A flying arrow, (3) A spoken word, (4) The passing time, (5) The human life taken away by our hands."
That was weird but I managed to lose the two men. I find the chase was very exhilarating, even for a dream. My heart was beating loudly. Just as I taking cover behind a truck, a group of five men half a chain away saw me. They don't look too friendly as they charged towards me. Somehow I had the courage to fight back. As the first man lifted his machete ready to hack my head off, I dashed in closer deeper than his minimum attacking distance and stole his sheathed knife on his waist. It happened in slow motion because I can see him floating in the air as he jumped, 300 Spartan-style. I kicked him away and engaged the next two men in a CQC (Close Quarter Combat) Solid Snake-style. It was scary but very very exhilarating at the same time. Every swing of their sharp weapons I dodged clumsily while desperately trying to disarm them. The rush I felt in my body as their machetes brushed their near-misses at me, for I can see the blade swing past me. The other two men had guns which made me turn and took flight. As they fired, I can feel the bullets whizzing closely to my ears and legs. This feels way too real for a dream, I thought. One bullet hit something and ricocheted onto my left leg. Thank god it was just a dream because if it was it would totally hurt. As the bullet hit me, a thought came to me:
"Everytime you play the fool, you'd only fool everyone else."
Im not sure what that has to do with what's happening around me. The exhilaration of being chased down like a prey is incredible, even for a dream. The men sounded "hungry" and they wanted me dead for reasons I could not understand nor grasp. As I was frantically running, I saw a man waving in my direction and it seems like he was offering me help. He hid me as they angry men with guns went by. My heart was beating wildly as I thanked the man who saved my life. The man looked like Asian because his face was like Jet Li or Jet Li-ish. He seemed like a good person but as he explained whats going on I can't help but notice a small Japanese sword tied around his waist. But who cares. Im safe for now. Just as I turned back to face him, he had already brandished the sword and ready for a terrifying sure-kill stab. i dodged in time and escaped. Long story short, I ran into 3 similar good-guy-wants-stab-me-in-the-back charade. I took refuge in an abandoned car. As I leaned back, another thought came to me (whoa!):
"I could do writing. I have to learn how to avoid slightly purple adjectives and vague imagery. I could also adopt a semi-archaic style."
What was THAT? So I finished resting and decided to get out from where the hell I am (wherever that was). As I emerged outside, I realised how stupid I was to let myself rest in an exposed position. I was surrounded. I can hear them moving around in the ruins. A group of men emerged. This is it, I thought. Before they reached me, they were stopped by another group of men. They were saying something like "He is ours." Another group emerged and a fight ensues between the groups. It became chaotic real quick. I was confused. Really confused. Who should I trust? Where should I run to? What kind of hope is there in this world I'm in? Why did they want me dead? And, I finally lost it. Enraged, I took a machete and started killing the men one by one. I killed every man there was. My vision was red. I was screaming. The violence I inflicted was in the crudest and primitive form. I hacked a man relentlessly. I could see him desperately protecting himself with his hands but it was futile as his limbs came off after a few hacks. There was blood. So much BLOOD. When everyone was dead, I knelt and my face was towards the sky. I laughed. Took a knife. Maybe because of guilt or just because of the sanity lost, I severed my own arm with a knife. I cut my right arm above the elbow (the knife was not good enough so it seemed vividly difficult). As the severed arm fell onto the ground, another thought hit me:
"Keep in faith, Hold on to reason."
I woke up.
The time was 3 a.m. In the dark, I was, like, "what was that all about?" What kind of dream was that? Right before I went back to sleep, another unrelated thought came to me:
"A knife on the table is just a knife. It requires the human agency to pick the knife up and slit someone's throat.
A gun on the table is also just a gun. It, too, requires the human agency to pick it up, point and shoot it at, preferably, let's say, another human being."
Let's see: a dream that's exhilarating, nonsense, weird unrelated thoughts and 3 days in a row. I just totally don't care now. Sometimes I wish I could dream about Love and Romance like I always do when I'm not asleep. Romance...that'd be nice. Just like in the movies.
Recently, I have been dreaming somewhat similar dreams three nights in a row. These dreams, from the way I see it, are nightmares. Some people say dreams are just, well, dreams. Purely machinations of the brain in our sleep. Some say that it tells something about a person, that it describes some of the latent content of one's mind. Some believe that dreams are indication of one's future. Either way, it really worries me.
The third dream goes something like this:
The setting: an empty, desolate city similar to the one in I Am Legend. I can't really identify which city but it sure is desolate. The situation: I'm the only survivor and I am alone. Or so I thought. It began at night when I overheard a conversation between two men when looked out of a window in the building I was sheltering in. I remember they were saying "Its time to FINISH him off". Just as the man said that, he saw me. Thats when it truly began. They ran and suddenly they were upon me. I was brandishing a Japanese sword and one was training a hunting bow. In a desperate attempt, I leaped out of the window (all the way three stories high). I ran. I ran as fast as my legs could ever hoped to take me. In fact, if this wasn't a dream, I couldn't run as fast as I did because if I did that would be against the laws of physics (gosh!). I zig zagged as I dogded every arrow that flew in my direction. At that moment, I remembered something that was totally unrelated:
"5 things that cannot be returned or taken back; (1) a speeding bullet, (2) A flying arrow, (3) A spoken word, (4) The passing time, (5) The human life taken away by our hands."
That was weird but I managed to lose the two men. I find the chase was very exhilarating, even for a dream. My heart was beating loudly. Just as I taking cover behind a truck, a group of five men half a chain away saw me. They don't look too friendly as they charged towards me. Somehow I had the courage to fight back. As the first man lifted his machete ready to hack my head off, I dashed in closer deeper than his minimum attacking distance and stole his sheathed knife on his waist. It happened in slow motion because I can see him floating in the air as he jumped, 300 Spartan-style. I kicked him away and engaged the next two men in a CQC (Close Quarter Combat) Solid Snake-style. It was scary but very very exhilarating at the same time. Every swing of their sharp weapons I dodged clumsily while desperately trying to disarm them. The rush I felt in my body as their machetes brushed their near-misses at me, for I can see the blade swing past me. The other two men had guns which made me turn and took flight. As they fired, I can feel the bullets whizzing closely to my ears and legs. This feels way too real for a dream, I thought. One bullet hit something and ricocheted onto my left leg. Thank god it was just a dream because if it was it would totally hurt. As the bullet hit me, a thought came to me:
"Everytime you play the fool, you'd only fool everyone else."
Im not sure what that has to do with what's happening around me. The exhilaration of being chased down like a prey is incredible, even for a dream. The men sounded "hungry" and they wanted me dead for reasons I could not understand nor grasp. As I was frantically running, I saw a man waving in my direction and it seems like he was offering me help. He hid me as they angry men with guns went by. My heart was beating wildly as I thanked the man who saved my life. The man looked like Asian because his face was like Jet Li or Jet Li-ish. He seemed like a good person but as he explained whats going on I can't help but notice a small Japanese sword tied around his waist. But who cares. Im safe for now. Just as I turned back to face him, he had already brandished the sword and ready for a terrifying sure-kill stab. i dodged in time and escaped. Long story short, I ran into 3 similar good-guy-wants-stab-me-in-the-back charade. I took refuge in an abandoned car. As I leaned back, another thought came to me (whoa!):
"I could do writing. I have to learn how to avoid slightly purple adjectives and vague imagery. I could also adopt a semi-archaic style."
What was THAT? So I finished resting and decided to get out from where the hell I am (wherever that was). As I emerged outside, I realised how stupid I was to let myself rest in an exposed position. I was surrounded. I can hear them moving around in the ruins. A group of men emerged. This is it, I thought. Before they reached me, they were stopped by another group of men. They were saying something like "He is ours." Another group emerged and a fight ensues between the groups. It became chaotic real quick. I was confused. Really confused. Who should I trust? Where should I run to? What kind of hope is there in this world I'm in? Why did they want me dead? And, I finally lost it. Enraged, I took a machete and started killing the men one by one. I killed every man there was. My vision was red. I was screaming. The violence I inflicted was in the crudest and primitive form. I hacked a man relentlessly. I could see him desperately protecting himself with his hands but it was futile as his limbs came off after a few hacks. There was blood. So much BLOOD. When everyone was dead, I knelt and my face was towards the sky. I laughed. Took a knife. Maybe because of guilt or just because of the sanity lost, I severed my own arm with a knife. I cut my right arm above the elbow (the knife was not good enough so it seemed vividly difficult). As the severed arm fell onto the ground, another thought hit me:
"Keep in faith, Hold on to reason."
I woke up.
The time was 3 a.m. In the dark, I was, like, "what was that all about?" What kind of dream was that? Right before I went back to sleep, another unrelated thought came to me:
"A knife on the table is just a knife. It requires the human agency to pick the knife up and slit someone's throat.
A gun on the table is also just a gun. It, too, requires the human agency to pick it up, point and shoot it at, preferably, let's say, another human being."
Let's see: a dream that's exhilarating, nonsense, weird unrelated thoughts and 3 days in a row. I just totally don't care now. Sometimes I wish I could dream about Love and Romance like I always do when I'm not asleep. Romance...that'd be nice. Just like in the movies.
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