I Got Bored

2007-07-09T20:34:00.000+12:00

Live! From London, England

Ah! London, England! Harrods! Buckingham Palace! Big Ben! Westminster Abbey! And many more
Well, we've gone to see all the places said above, and have plenty of pics :p unfortunately, our net cafe around here doesn't have slots for sd cards, and I didn't bring the USB cables for both cameras X-p so, unfortunately, I can't upload any photos at the moment... I will do when I get back to NZ though, or if I get a wireless connection to my laptop (which I'll probably do at an airport somewhere)

We also got back from Rome, and its a really nice place! So many statues, paintings, monuments... after a while, it just gets to ya :p now everytime I stand, I pose like a statue, inadvertently.
Seriously. Not on purpose. Totally.
Right now, I'm stuck on The Thinker, thinking of what to blog about...
Well, the Vatican Museum is amazing! I don't really know how to describe it, so you'll just have to wait for photos :p The Sistine Chapel = mindblowing! I wonder how much time it took just to create one painting, let alone the whole place!
And besides pictures, I also got an AS Roma jersey :p my souvenir from Rome
We had to hunt down the official and first retail shop to open for Roma, and we finally found it! Took us ages though... The lady at the shop was really nice too, she gave me a free autographed photo of Francesco Totti! But I'm not a Totti fan hehe didn't tell her that though, who knows what kind of wrath I might incur (especially Italian women, whooooo damn you don't wanna get on their bad side).

Now, we're in London, so I'm gonna try and look for a Liverpool retailer :p although so far, attempts have been fruitless... Plenty of Chelsea stores though, no Liverpool, Man Utd, Arsenal (not that I care much about the former 2 anyway)
!Update!
Visited the Nike store on Oxford St., found some Man Utd. stuff but all the jerseys were sold out, only the sleeveless training jerseys and away jerseys are available
Haven't checked out the Adidas store yet though, will do soon for Liverpool stuff :D

Of Friends and Relatives
We first met up with my dads sister, our Aunty C (I couldn't say her name, Cecilia, when I was young, so Aunty C just stuck), and she showed us how to use the London Underground
We also met up with my cousin once removed (our grandparents were siblings), and it was nice knowing we have relatives we don't even know about... We met her when we met up with my dads old friend (and also sorta cousin in law) whom he went to uni with here in England, and its quite fun to know I also have a cousin with a really English accent :p its also funny how many English people I've managed to trick into thinking I'm English hehe I didn't think I'd get away with an English accent but apparently I can!

Anyways
I'll try and blog again (yes, so I said i would resurrect this derelict of a blog, sue me, good things take time :p ) but it might be hard to, especially if I'm gonna be in France and if they don't have a net cafe in English (then, I'll be even more screwed)... gonna have to learn a decent amount of French (thankfully, someones taught me how to say a few things in French, so at least I know I won't be stuck if I ever wanted to know where the toilet was or where the Eiffel Tower is...)
Anyways, this is me, signing off, will tell of more adventures and hopefully won't have bloggers block when I write it!

2007-03-31T21:49:00.000+12:00

A new day! A new dawn! A new blog!

And with this latest post, i intend to resurrect this derelict of a blog and hopefully attract people back to reading of the goings on in the life of me.
It could, however, get abandoned again =p although I'll try not to
Life's just tough and busy though...

Whats been goings on?

Well, I gots me a new job with commish =D working at Hill & Stewart Electronics
Its decent paying, and I get to play around with technology
Cameras, TVs, fridges, ovens, washing machines, home theatre systems, coffee machines, popcorn makers... the list just goes on
So yeah, the more I sell, the more commish I get
The people there are cool too, everyone works pretty well with each other 'cept for a few (its complicated)
And I gots a new laptop!
Works so much faster than the old Toshiba A40 (which also acts as a multipurpose heater/dryer for those cold, wet days)
Its great having something without a massive lag =) and without sounding like a jet engine preparing for take off...

Uni is back again
Its my last year though! Unless I intend to stay on to do a conjoint or post grad stuff...
I might actually start working first, and think of post grad stuff later
Career options? What do I want to do in the future?
I really don't know... But definitely something that doesn't involve me doing office work or staying in a 3x3m cubicle!
I don't know why, but I'm just not the type to sit in one place and do work without having to at least run around or walk or do something physical =p

Essays suck...
But accomplishing one in 5 hours before it was due is, well...
Stupid, in a sense, I should have started it earlier, but c'mon, people gotta give me kudos =)
Just had 2 weeks of holidays, and the first week back to uni doesn't seem so bad yet...
But maybe its because I've have someone special to cheer me up this time
Brightens up my day everytime I see her...

And I just did it again, another essay in 7 hours (this time though, I actually *think* I wrote decently).
My last essay got me a B+ by the way, so fingers crossed for an A+ :p

And whaddya know
Its nearly exams again... I haven't blogged at all since my last exams!
Haha, talk about slack, and I think my lil convo box thing died twice too...

Update: I'm going to Europe!
Yes, I'm going to Europe.
Yes, I'm going to England, Rome, Italy, France.
No, I am not bringing back cheap weed from Amsterdam.
Will post pics on photobucket, and here too, if I get a decent internet connection...
I can't wait for it, but at the same time, I don't want to leave :(
It sucks when you can't have both ways...

Anyways, til later! Hopefully people will start coming back to read this blog :p meh

Listening to:
Maroon 5 - Goodnight, Goodnight

2006-11-12T22:14:00.000+13:00

Exams suck!

And I'm glad they're over!
Overall, wasn't too bad, I only felt reeeaaally reaaallly bad on one exam
Unfortunately, I assumed it was gonna be easy (or semi-easy, at least)
Turns out, I was wrong (which makes me feel stupid-er)
It was a really fun class, no doubt about that
(Besides the fact that my presentation group members were lazy asses)
I mean, what kind of class lets you put this video

in a presentation?
It was just my luck that my computer decided to die on the weekend before the presentation (I spent days prepping it!)
So, just a day before my presentation, I decided to just add the video to waste time
(It had to be about 45 minutes to and hour long, and not boring. Otherwise, heck, I'd fall asleep while I was talking.)
Oh well, what can ya do...

And just for hilarity:
Dr. Acula!

Seriously, why would anyone in the world would not wanna watch Scrubs?

Anyway, its gonna be a great summer!
Things are already in motion, plans have been made, and people will be humiliated!
I'll explain more in a couple of days, I wouldn't wanna ruin it in case anyone in particular reads about this :p
Think balloons in big boxes :D

Currently:
Reading: Watership Down
Its about bunnies. That talk. And surprisingly, its really interesting.
Yes, you may think I sound mad
"Bunnies? Rabbits that actually talk? Are you RETARDED?"
No, I'm not. Well, partially not. I think.
But seriously, it is a good book.
Plus its got bunnies.

Wanting to watch:
Oh, so many movies.
The Grudge 2 - Yes, yes, I know its more retarded than me on a swing, but I can't resist horror movies. Being exposed to the Resident Evil games when I was young didn't really help.
The Prestige - Christian Bale and Hugh Jackman duke it out. Magician styles. I can't believe I just said that. Magician styles. Damn.
The Departed - Well, people are saying it isn't as good as Infernal Affairs (the original Hong Kong movie) but still, worth watching (seeing as I wouldn't understand much Infernal Affairs anyway)
Saw 3 - The entire series has more twists than M. Night Shyamalalamalamalamalalan on a good day. Oh, and its got better deaths apparently.
Borat: Incredibly Long Title Which I Forgot - Jagshemash! That all I need to say
Jackass 2 - After most of it being told to me by Laura, I kinda don't wanna watch it now... *Contains full frontal nudity of a certain Wee-Man, and horses*

And everyone needs to check out the awesome 80s action movie guide!
The 80s Action Guide!
Homoeroticism at its best!

2006-09-14T21:52:00.000+12:00

Paintball...

... was, as usual, painful
I'll let the pictures and video tell
But basically, I got shot alot (I even got shot in the ass)
Would have been a few welts less, if Mathu hadn't been so cheap and kept on shooting at me after I tagged him out!

It didn't help when they were poking me either
Ignore the commentary by the way (or turn the volume down low)
Best part of the game was probably when I Mathu and I ran up and just started blasting each other. And yes, I totally got him first! Mathu, if you're reading this, I got you fair and square! And you should've stopped shooting! But NOOoooOOO! You had to keep on shooting! ARGH!

Ok, thats my rant over, now on to the other things

Back to uni...

...*sigh* back to the same old get-up-at-6-am-to-get-to-an-8am-class routine
Assignments! Research! Essays! I can't do it anymore!
And yet I still find time o go to the gym and blog...

And also look at random crap from bashed.org :
67% of girls are stupid

i belong with the other 13%

"There are 10 types of people in the world... those who understand binary and those who don't."
That's only 2 types of people, kow.
STUPID

Kits and cats...

... we have 4 new kits (kits = baby rabbits)! Looks like the mommy rabbit can take care of its lil kids after all :p they came out after I left for uni, early Monday morning, all nice and furry like!
And, observing a perfect example of Mendelian genetic probability

Theres a black one!

Twin grey ones! (well, I don't know if rabbits can have twins or not...)

And a white one!

So relieved that they made it through, but now I'm just constantly worried about them because there are cats in our area!
And since these guys are smaller than the adults, they'll be able to scurry around and find cracks or holes under the fences and may very well venture to our neighbours gardens...
But I've looked over everything and have tried to block or seal most of the cracks or holes, so hopefully all is well and they don't escape to somewhere unsafe
Now, I just have to get some cat repellant...
Honestly, I'm just so worried about them... they're just so small and defenseless, I'd hate to think if one of them were to die...

Anyway, I better go check on them now, just to see how they're doing, and maybe do a head count to see if they're all there!

2006-08-15T16:17:00.000+12:00

Holiiiiidays!

Ah, 2 weeks of holi-studybreak-days...
University sure takes the fun out of having time off
Unfortunately, the very first monday of our 2 week break involved me going into uni, printing out my metaphysics essay, getting a coversheet, and handing it into the Fisher Building, and then going all the way back home.
(Just for those not in the know, it takes at least about 45 minutes to get into uni by bus from out where I live, and more so during peak time)
A few hours of my life gone, just to hand in my assignment.
A few hours that I could have spent eating.
Or sleeping.
Or eating in my sleep.
Or watching this flash.
http://www.pointlesswasteoftime.com/film/empireflash.html
"But why didn't you hand it in on the friday before you idiot?" I hear you say
Well, I took that Friday off, plain and simple.
For health reasons of course.
The main health reason being that if I didn't actually take that day off, you'd expect me to be comatose from exhaustion. My mind would've just switched off and burnt itself away.
Try placing a banana in a microwave, and heat on high for 10 minutes.
Let it simmer.
Serves 4.
That would be a rough portrayal of what my mind would look like. 'Cept with a lil bit more mush. And pink.
Don't even get me started on work stuff I have to assignment do.
*Sigh* The first of cracking me up, maybe going insanity from pressurisationness.
Can't I even put together a sentence cohesiveness.
Zebras don't Charlie goggles Worthingtonhouser!

Um, talk something abouting something else!
Dinosaurs!

Dinosaurs, riding on dinosaurs, hunting dinosaurs! Rarrr! I feel idiot!

An aerial view of the soon-to-occur dinosaur massacre!

The Giffords 20th...

... was absolutely what I needed. Specially since I didn't do anything else on that Friday (I couldn't even sleep, possibly due to the fact that I was lying on my pillow which had been drenched by a glass of water I accidentally tipped over the night before and had not bothered to change).
Anyway.
Dominic + Cake - Fork = This

Sujie + Empty beer box = This too

Another random, yet insightful, article from PointlessWastOfTime.com
http://www.pointlesswasteoftime.com/misery.html
My html skills are limited and I can't be bothered making that a proper click link, and thus I apologise for it, but all you need to do is copy and paste it into ur browser.
I'm lazy, but you shouldn't be.

And we have a drum kit!

Now, we can fully terrorise the rest of the neighbourhood!
Coupled with the might of our electric guitar, piano, as well as the many different types of air guitar, we shall be an unstoppable force of ultimate RAWWWWWKZOR!
Please, feel free to stop me if I'm getting a bit too carried away.

Paintball!

Happening tomorrow, will post up pics and stuff when I get them, tell ya'll bout it tomorrow!

2006-08-07T17:44:00.000+12:00

And here I am again...

... back at the Blogspot dashboard.
Apologies (Yes, I've done this many times) for not blogging much, but university work.
Yeah, you know the drill.
But, if anything, my papers this semester are a tad more interesting. Well, except for Psych201: Perception and Cognition.
Psych204, Social Psych, is so far the most interesting paper I've taken, dealing with things ranging from mate selection to attitudes and behaviour, from attraction to aggression.
You get to learn things like the Halo Effect.
Basically, the Halo Effect is a common belief that attractive individuals possess a host of many other positive qualities beyond their physical appearance.
Various experiments have been done to show that good looking individuals, depicted in photographs, were perceived as happier, more intelligent, and more popular, and to have more desirable personalities, higher incomes, and more professional success (Bar-Tal & Saxe, 1976). (This is good practice for my essay writing since I got snapped for 'PlAGiaRiSM' in my last Psych essay. They're pretty pissy about things like this)
The only consistent negative inferences about the photographs were that they were often perceived as immodest, and are less likely to be good parents, and for the women, sad to say, were thought of as vain or materialistic (Podratz, Halverson & Dipboye, 2004).
And thats why you see billboards of good looking models, posing for your favourite sunglasses/clothes/cars. Its a sign of well being, success, a marketing campaign to entice the masses to buy their product.
And it works.
Why am I telling you this?

Metaphysics...

... is killing me. Is there a God? Is time forever? What is infinity? Lets try defining infinity! Oh, no wait, how about we try defining what the Laws of Nature are first! Or even better, lets try and confuse the heck out of everyone by giving really retarded examples of 'true' Laws of Nature! But wait! Can there really be a 'true' Law of Nature?! Lets talk about God! To infinity! And Beyond! wrhyhgbvhbyhgb!

Environmental Science...

... is actually kinda cool. I mean, at least I don't have to learn about Metaphysics.
Our first field project was to, basically, go bird watching, and figure out how bird species' diversity and density differs between an urban area and a park environment.
Well, heck, if you couldn't figure this one out, you shouldn't even be allowed into uni. Urban environement = more birds, less diversity, park environment = less birds, more diversity.
Easy.
Peasy.
Lemon.
Squeezy.
The more interesting part of the field project (we did it in the space of 4 days, 2 in one week and 2 in another) was when we were out looking for Pukeko out in Auckland Domain.
Well, we ventured into a semi-secluded part of the domain, where it was swampy and filled with thick bush and stuff, because thats basically where Pukeko live.
Anyway, after finding a couple of birds, we spotted a different kind of bird.
The human kind. A pair of them.
And they were doing something what mother nature would call, in our very aesthetic words, Boinking.
Or sexual reproduction.
Whatever suits you, Mr. Dictionary.
After the dawning realisation that we were perhaps in the wrong place at the wrong time, we promptly ushered our way out of that particular out-of-the-way place.
But then...
*CrACk*
I hate Murphy's Law.
Someone stepped on a branch, and it had to be the loudest cracking one ever.
Embarassment ensues.

Cowabunga, dudes!

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles has a movie coming out!
Ghost Rider has a movie coming out!
Spider Man 3 is ages away, but will nonetheless, come out!
So many comic book movies nowadays, it just kinda makes you wonder where all the good stories are.
And I can't wait for Silent Hill to be out in NZ at the end of the month.
I don't get it, New Zealand's one of the first countries to have the sunlight, yet one of the last to get movies.

Mr. Pie smiles at you

Music : Orson - No Tomorrow, The Fray - How To Save A Life

2006-06-17T22:53:00.000+12:00

Why...

... do all good movies come out around the same time?!

Click - Kate Beckinsale... mmmmm
Over The Hedge - Bruce Willis as a Raccoon, c'mon! Steve Carrell as Hammy the squirrel!
Superman Returns - Kate Bosworth... mmmmmm
3 Fast 3 Furious - I swear, thats the real name for the movie
Silent Hill - Possibly the only other decent horror flick to come out in a long time

Moneels 20th...

... wasn't planned so well (Mathu planned it, sorta, but didn't have a contingency plan in case something came up i.e. Moneels exam finishing early on the day we were suppose to prank him, so I had to come up with all the last minute shit). Will detail the plan in a later blog, no pics as of yet, cuz Mathu's n80 sucks and doesn't have a cable.

World Cup Football...

... this year has been kinda controversial
Too many red and yellow cards have been given out!
Portugals gonna miss Deco, and maybe even Cristiano Ronaldo (thigh injury) and Figo (may get suspended for bashing someone) :(
Spain is out... France actually beat Spain!
Zidane actually scored! I'm surprised he didn't just keel over and die from old age right there and then! Argh!
Well, on the plus side, it looks like Brazil is back to kick ass
Even old Chubbzy is back in form (partially, maybe... he's still really unfit). I'm referring to Ronaldo by the way.

*Update*
Brazil lose to France! The end is nigh!
And Rooney/Shrek is given a red card! For stomping on Carvalho's groin, as well as pushing C.Ronaldo.
Don't you think he somewhat deserved it? You don't push a guy in front of a ref!
But then C.Ronaldo was caught winking to his bench? And now hes getting kicked off Man Utd. Lucky that, cuz he'd be getting so much shit for getting Rooney into trouble that ROONEY caused.
Looks like Red Rooneys done it again.
Well, at least it'll be interesting to see Portugal play against France and Germany against Italy (I'm rooting for Portugal btw, and I really hope they beat France!).

And unfortunately, it looks like we won't be seeing much of this...

The RoboCrouch!

Heres various other funny World Cup pics

This blog...

... was originally intended to focus on my weird dreams, but, funnily enough, I never actually detailed many of them.
Most of my dreams I've forgotten, but there is one that I had and I still sorta remember. Happened a few days ago.

You read at your own peril. Don't blame me if your IQ drops by 50 points after this.

Ok, well, I find myself (well, I presume its myself, but seeing as I never see a mirror at all throughout the dream, I can only presume) on a cruise ship, sailing over some deep dark sea. It is night, and I'm on the starboard side, just looking out to the darkness. The cruise ship is old, signs of visible rust around splits and corners, abundant with creaking doors and the like.

I spot something in the horizon. A wave? No, its too big.
Wait. It IS a wave. HOLY. SHIT.
I run back inside, close the door and cower in fear.
For the next 2 hours or so, the ship is tipped over, people on the outside die, people on the inside die, people who were alive die, and a couple of survivors in my group die.
Kurt Russell also dies. By drowning.
Ok, well, that last part didn't happen, but I had to make reference to Poseidon somehow, seeing as I'm writing about a ship in the sea and all.
Yeah, anyway, rewind back to that part about me being on the ship before the big "HOLY. SHIT. wave".

I suddenly find myself walking around cautiously, slowly. At this point I (as in me dreaming) just realise that I'm a stowaway, and don't want to mess up and step on anybodies toes or anything. Where I'm headed for, why I'm on this particular ship, I don't know.
Anyway, I enter a massive gambling area. Surprisingly, it is a magnificent place, where everything is pristine, from the sparkling chandelier to the green of the gambling tables. I sit down at one table and start... well, gambling.
This is where it gets fuzzy cuz I don't exactly know what game I'm playing, or what I'm playing for. All I know is, the stakes were raised, right up to all or nothing, and I won.
Among the spoils was a box containing something, something very precious to another player, which, I guess, kinda angered him greatly, as he grabbed me by the collar and started calling me a cheater.
And thats when I realised that that person was the captain of the ship.
And he doesn't recognise me from the passenger manifest.
Thats also when suddenly everything went quiet, and it felt as if all eyes were on me. I ran like heck.
I scramble out of the room amidst inhuman shrieks, and I continue running until I get to one end of the ship.
I go past a door which leads me to some stairs. But these aren't just normal stairs, they're massive! A step would be about my shoulder height, and I scramble to climb up a whole flight.
After getting up to the first floor, I try to look into the doorway that leads to... heck, I can't remember. All I remember seeing thru that doorway was a long hallway with doors all the way down. It was clean and tidy nonetheless, but I figured I might not be so safe here, and so carry or climbing (literally) the stairs to higher floors.
The shrieks and laughter seem to get closer as I reach the second floor, and look into the doorway to the main area. I see the same hallway, with doors all around, except this time, its... dirtier, rustier, and bloodier (I think its blood, I'm not so sure cuz it may be rust... heck I don't know). I decide to climb up further.
On the 3rd floor, I swore I could hear the beating of wings, as I clambered onto the last step and looked into the last doorway. This one made me cringe.
There was blood on the walls, blood on paintings, blood on the windows, blood everywhere. Either that or the whole place had a serious rust problem.
Without a choice, I enter the hallway and take the first door to the right, and enter a room when...

... I wake up.
Yes, it is weird.
But thus is dreams.
And this all happened in a half hour nap.

2006-06-14T21:58:00.000+12:00

I've...

...been really reluctant to blog this, but I guess I kinda have to in a way. It helps.
All of the baby rabbits are dead.
1 of them went first, but before we realised anything, 2 more went.
They hadn't even opened their eyes yet. They were just there, cold and dead.
I managed to save one more and it was fine throughout the night, but the next morning it just... died.

There it is, getting comfy in the little box of hay and cloth we put together.
I did all I could, got a lil feeding bottle for it, fed it with really high caloric milk ( baby animal stuff ), kept it warm with a hot water bottle under the dry hay.
It was just so sad when I first got it out of the shelter, holding it near the heater, trying to get it warm in between my hands.
The way it just snuggled into my hands, jarred movement from cold limbs, to keep warm was just... I don't know how to even describe it. It was barely even breathing.
Just the feeling of... well, you know its so close to dying, but you just hang on to it, and try to keep it alive, or at least it dies knowing someone cared for it.
At that moment, I just really wanted it to do something.
I wanted it to squeak ( if rabbits squeaked, I'm not really sure what sound they make...), I wanted it to move, claw, bite, attempt to chew my finger off, plot world domination, anything.
I would've given anything to make it feel better. To make it normal and healthy.
You can't believe how cold it was, being all alone out there.
So small, so icy. So sad.
The harder part was that we were probably the cause of the parental abandonment.
I knew I should've looked up on baby rabbit care before, but it never occured to me, and I know it may not be much of an excuse, but Uni work keeps me really busy.
But, as I've learnt, we're not supposed to touch or handle baby rabbits much, since rabbits are very sensitive to other animals' scents i.e. us.
I guess the mother didn't like the human scent, and probably 'disowned' its offspring.
We meant well, and... well, all we did mostly was shift them from under some sparse bush to a little rabbit hutch/house that we built to protect them from the rain and the cold wind. Thought maybe they'd be better off in some proper decent shelter.
Unfortunately, I don't think the mother liked it too much.
And I apologise if I've been a bit distant to people.
I guess thats the sad thing about it. Life sucks. If you're a rabbit.
We didn't even get to name them yet.

World Cup...

... is upon us again. Sadness and stress from exams aside, I've watched most of the games so far. But its getting a bit crazy staying up from 1am and staying awake most of the nite thru to the next morning.
I actually really only woke up one morning, after the dawning realisation that I had just dipped a banana into my coco pops ( I think I was trying to use it as a spoon. The splashing milk woke me up. The milk was cold. )
Anyways, teams this year, as per every year I guess, are kinda unpredictable.
The African countries, especially the Ivory Coast, may very well go far into the tournament.
The Czech Republic may also be an unexpected riser, think they might make the semi-finals.
But eventually, it'll probably just come down to Brazil and Germany.
France is full of old people. Argentina don't seem to be able to gel together.
England is, unfortunately, weak this year. Portugal can't seem to score the goals. Italy has a decent defence, but attacking wise, they're not so good. As usual.
I've yet to see Spain play, so hopefully they surprise.
But in any case, yeah, Brazil vs. Germany in the end methinks, but its still kinda early in the World Cup, so its all just speculation.

Losing your voice...

... is really irritating. Last Saturday afternoon, I somehow contracted some kind of throat infection, which led to the untimely loss of my voice.
All I could do was talk in a really really low tone, anything higher would get you something between a hoarse whisper and possibly a wheeze.
Please, no puns about being 'The Hoarse Whisperer'.
Its weird, not being able to talk much.
I'd hate to think if I were somehow mute or deaf.
Anyways, still coughing now, but I've regained most of my voice.
Ah, can't hit those high notes anymore, so no more of high pitched yelling ala The Darkness.

The Beach...

... by Alex Garland, is a damn good book. I like the style of writing, possibly because it resembles mine, and to a certain extent, also resembles Chuck Palahniuks.
Its very similar to Lord of the Flies, and I won't detail much else yet because I'm really wasted and its 1.30am here.

And...

... I'll leave everyone with this little scene from the 25th hour.

This has possibly got to be one of the best scenes ever made.
After having watched it, all I can say is... its a damn good movie.
If you haven't already done it, go and watch it.
Edward Norton is the shit.

2006-05-24T21:17:00.000+12:00

The swords...

... have been reforged.
What was once broken has now been renewed.
Once, nary a year ago, I had used these weapons of mass destrukshun against my opponents, slaughtering them as if they were nothing but blades of grass to a lawnmower.
But they had their revenge.
Betrayal by my aides led to the destruction of my blades.
They were gone.
Broken.
Shattered.
The tide of battle changed.
I was no more the power that I used to be.
I had nothing.
I was nothing.

Now, after nearly a year, I can have my revenge.
But first I must proclaim this one message to the heavens above and to the lands abroad, so that I may strike fear into every mans heart that dwells within this realm.

"I got my badminton racquets repaired!"

Remind me to never attempt to write fantasy stories, for the sake of mankind.

One for the rabbits

and

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It'll be very interesting to see how the rabbits turn out.
Will post more as they keep growing.

Metal Gear Solid 3...

... came in the mail today!
Got it off TradeMe for $35, and I ain't regretting it.
If any of you haven't played it yet, you have to.
Yes, HAVE to.
Not trying to sound like a complete gamefreak (considering I hardly play many games that can't hold my attention or have a good storyline), it has possibly got to be one of the best games I've ever played.
Sneak around enemies, stick'em up, tranquilize them and drag them to electric fences, knock'em out and plant C4 on them and detonate it later, shoot beehives located on trees above their heads so that they get attacked by bees, capture snakes and unleash them on enemies, there are so many entertaining things you can do in the game!

And its got damn good artwork.
And an extra game called Snake vs. Monkey.
Can't wait for MGS4.
I feel like such a geek.

2006-05-13T00:26:00.000+12:00

Computer says No

2006-05-05T20:11:00.000+12:00

Who goes into a war...

... with just a bow and arrows and a claymore?
Why, Fighting Jack Churchill of course!
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jack_Churchill
Possibly the only other being in this universe that may go up against Bruce Lee.
Actually, no. He wouldn't even stand a chance.
Although Jack Churchill is still pretty impressive.
Just read all about it, you'll be pretty amazed.

More bunnies!

By Neptunes trident! How the heck were we supposed to know that the white one was female?!
Guess it sorta explains its absence for the past few days...
So, now we have 4 new wabbit pups, still haven't opened their eyes yet, still in the nsting area we (luckily) prepared in time.

3 of them have white fur, and

literally the black rabbit of the family :p
I'll update more as they grow

... And I really have nothing else to blog at the moment, nothings coming to my head that is of worth noting. Really, I'm a boring person.

So, as a filler, here are a bunch of links to keep the masses entertained
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lp_PIjc2ga4&search=zlad http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0XCXSfbEky8&search=zlad
http://www.hugi.is/hahradi/bigboxes.php?box_id=51208&f_id=1000
http://www.jaypinkerton.com/blog/archives/001259.html
http://cracked.com/modules.php?op=modload&name=News&file=article&sid=392

'Nuff sed.

2006-05-02T17:11:00.000+12:00

Driving testers...

... are a grumpy bunch. And they're not much for conversation either.
Get on the wrong side of them for your test, and they continually haunt and criticise your every move you make in the car.

A series of unfortunate events

I'd like to say, in advance, that it was my fault for not checking my cars' Warrant of Fitness a couple of days before my test.... Yeah, my registration is up to date, but the WOF wasn't. Normally, I get them both done at the same time, like with my last car, and... yeah, I was stupid enough to let it slip by. Silly me.

So what happens when a guy can't use his car for his driving test? He :

(a) Sits the test anyway, and hopes the tester doesn't see the overdue date on his WOF. Acts as if nothing wrong happened, with constant big smiles and calm reassurances of "Yeap, this cars gotten me through the toughest of times, theres really nothing wrong with it, passed all its WOFs, yeah, got it a couple of years ago, and, uh, nothing wrong with the WO- I mean with the car, its sweet...". Gets weird looks from tester.

(b) Cries in car miserably, and tries to get the WOF done in the 20 minutes he has before his test. Drives so fast to the workshop that he goes back in time and rips up the space and time continuum. Also destroys all spatial dimensions in this world, and humanity as we know it. Sort of like a very large rip in the pants of the Universe.

(c) Decides to do the easy thing and changes the test to another date. Realises that he'll rack up an extra $71.50 for changing at the last minute. Also realises that he's a poor Uni student. Spends next few weeks by sidewalks like this :

(d) Goes to mommy for her car. Rushes to her workplace, and runs inside her office to exchange keys (she needs to pick up my bros after school, so she'll need a car i.e. mine). Runs back outside, starts car and drives off. Is nearly out of the carpark when he realises that he's still got the remote control for his car, and his mom won't be able to get into the car without it. Rushes back into the office, tries to rip off the remote control out of key ring. Rushes back out, and again, is nearly out of the carpark before he realises that he left his *IMPORTANT* sheet of paper for the driving test in the glove compartment of his car. Runs back inside, gets the remote, unlocks his own car, gets the *IMPORTANT* sheet of paper, runs back inside, gives mom the remote. Is nearly out of the carpark before he realises... Oh no, wait, thats it. Drives like a madman to the AA, killing all but a select few on the road. Realises that he won't need the *IMPORTANT* sheet of paper for the test. Considers banging head on concrete wall. And the stupid tester arrives late anyway.

Needless to say, (d) was the real outcome.
I could've pulled off (a) but, chances are, they'd check it anyway.
(b) is just implausible. I would never cry.
(c) was the next real answer. I'd don that Darth Vader costume any day!

So it all pretty much went like this:

Driving Tester (DT): *finishes 20 minute long speech about procedures, etc., I wasn't really listening, just nodding and the usual "Yeap. Right. Gotcha."
Me : Ok, so, lets go.
DT : Alright, I want you to exit the car park, and take a right, and then a left out onto the road.
Me : Sure. Ok, w-
DT : You do not need to talk at all, just listen. I'll give you directions in advance. I'll tell you when you need to commentate to me.
Me : ... *hushed* ok...
*Exits the AA, and drives up Whitford road. Constantly looks around to each mirror and in front of me and at my blindspot and then to my mirror and then to my holy shit the instructors looking at where I'm looking better pay attention to the rear view mirror-
DT : Please stay within the speed limit please.
*BY THE BEARD OF ZEUS! I didn't realise I reached 60kms already! By Odin's Raven!*
Me : Uh, yeah, I got this car from my parents, see, this funny thing happened to me tod-
DT : I will not stress this again, YOU do not need to talk at all. I'll tell you when you should talk to me.
Me : (GREAT KNIGHTS OF COLUMBUS YOU'RE ANNOYING!)
DT : Did you say something?
Me : ... (Wow, I screamed so loud on the inside, she heard me! I gotta do this more often :p )...

*After most of the driving, identifying hazards (I pointed out a low flying sea gull as one. Needless to say, the DT wasn't too impressed. But still. Imagine driving into a sea gull.), and doing a U-turn on a road off Sandspit Rd, she instructed to go to Whitford Rd.*

DT : From now on, you have to commentate to me every hazard you see, when I say 'Now'
Me : ... *Silent thumbs up*
DT : Okay, now.
Me : Uh, theres a really big massive truck oncoming quite fast, I might slow down just a bit so that the guy might adjust. Sign says passing lanes are gonna merge. Slippery when wet. Comfy speed round this corner's 55ks, whup theres a-
DT : Okay, thats enough.
Me : ... (Is it me or does she constantly cut me off mid sent-
DT : Now, again.
Me : -ence... uh yeah oncoming traffic travelling kinda fast, theres a truck signalling right, probably trying to pull out but since-
DT : Enough.
Me : *Internally combusts*

*After making another U turn on Whitford Rd, drove back to the AA*

DT : Ok, well, you seem to be driving quite well. Aside from the start when you exceeded the speed limit. You're lucky I was kind enough to warn you beforehand and let you drive on. Could've just asked you to go straight back to the AA. Turn your car off please.
Me : Well, I was trying to tell you tha-
DT : I better give you your license before I start having second thoughts.
Me : ... Oh, right, haha. Heh. Hoh. Oh, you mean that wasn't a joke?
DT : ... No, it wasn't.
Me : Uh... (Think! Something to say!) Wow, haha, lucky we beat the rain, huh?
DT : ... *Continues scribbling on pad*
Me : Well... (OMG what is that rancid smell!?! Lady! Take some chewing gum on ya next test will ya?! Suffocations not my preferred way of dying!!)
DT : Sorry, did you say something?
Me : Yeah, beat the rain, huh? Wish there'd be a bit mor-
DT : Here ya go, thats our temp license there, wait for the real one to come in the mail. *exits car*
Me : ... -e sunshine. Then we'd be happy. Happy like the little animals in Bambi. Yeah. Biatch. And by the G*Screams, sounding something akin to a war cry and an angry elephant*

And thats the story of how I got my full license.

Now I gotta get back to writing about Schizophrenia for Abnormal Psychology.

Fun.

2006-04-21T22:40:00.000+12:00

Bruce Lee...

... is the man. He is the shit.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bruce_lee
Just read it. And watch Way of the Dragon.
http://uncyclopedia.org/wiki/Bruce_Lee
And thats just hilarious.
But this, however...

... If you're going "HOLY SHIT WTF MAN!" like I did when I first saw that in Way of the Dragon, then you also probably already agree with me that Bruce Lee could take on Jean Claude van Damme, Chuck Norris, and Batman altogether and still beat the living crap out of all of them.

Wascally wabbits...

... are really hard to control.

They dig continously around the garden, poo almost everywhere, and are virtually uncatchable unless enticed by big juicy carrot. Trust me, running after them, not a good idea. After hopping around everywhere, they'll eventually manage to find someplace to hide and contemplate on how to evade that funny asian guy who keeps trying to grab me.
Oh, and we haven't really named them yet.
As of the moment, they're still called Rabbit and Bunny ( I have no qualms about them names, its just that... I dunno, doesn't seem proper ).
If you guys have any suggestions for names, please feel free to express yourself in the chatterbox ( which is slowly dying and decaying ).
Names such as 'Zxstazk of the Orion Sigma Tribe' or 'Thor' will not be taken into consideration. At all.

Hutch development...

... has come to a standstill. Will update later once I get stuff done.

Books...

... are good. You can read books. Books help you learn things like:
Look at Jane.
See Jane run.
Run Jane Run!

But on a more serious note, I've been doing a whole lot of reading the past couple of weeks.
I read 'I Have No Mouth, and I Must Scream', a short story by Harlan Ellison, a really, really pessimistic view of a post apocalyptic world where a supercomputer named AM rules and keeps 5 people alive and involuntarily immortal so that they may suffer and be tortured for eternity. Its quite a depressing read, but it, funnily enough, kept my attention. Kinda makes you think too. Heres the link for it - http://www.scifi.com/scifiction/classics/classics_archive/ellison/ellison1.html

Also been reading alot of Hannibal Lecter. Red Dragon is good, its kinda scary how the author manages to get so in depth, its as if he was that character in order for it to be written so well that way. Haunting to say the least. Still reading through Silence of the Lambs.
And various other psychology stuff about Dissociative Disorders, Schizophrenia, and about dirty, dirty Freud. Go search up Oedipus complex or Elektra complex on wikipedia, and you'll see what I mean.

Of petrol prices and Defensive Driving

Petrol prices are shit. Thats all I have to say.
Defensive Driving was... somewhat useful, although basically, its just $120 for faster access to my Full License. Yeah thats right. With a capital 'F' and 'L'.
Taking my test on the 2nd of May, so wish me luck then.
And I intend to keep the fatality rate below 5, excluding pets and little children.
If however, I do manage to surpass my expectations and kill more than 5, I might not pass. Might.

My posts...

... have become less frequent and more boring.
Is this the sign of times?
Is the end nigh?
What the heck does nigh mean anyway?
Well, as much as I'd like to attribute the quality of posts to the fact that I have an IQ of 2, the sad fact is that I have less and less time, what with Uni and a job and my confusion in certain matters that involve attraction, to think up funny/stupid/idiotic/*insert self insulting adjective here* posts.
In fact, I should be studying right now.
Right now.

I have 3 essays to do, all counting for quite a substantial amount in each of my papers. I have one week.

Damn.

2006-03-27T18:34:00.000+12:00

Of Pigeons And Pecking

9am, HSB 316
Psychology 203 : Learning and Behaviour
We train pigeons. Yeap. We train them to respond to 3 different lights in a row, and, depending on the experiment, some of them learn really fast. Basically, in one of the experiments, you peck this light, you get food. You peck these lights in this sequence, you get food. You do the cha-cha, peck those lights, and challenge each other to Dance Dance Revolution and get a score of Sizzlin!, you get food. Positive reinforcement rewards for their actions and learned behaviour. But that ain't so much the fun part.
See, the fun part is getting them out of their home chambers and into the experimental chamber.
Their home chambers are located a couple of rooms away from the experimental chamber where we can monitor them as they peck/eat/crap/do anything via camera linked to TV and computer.
Basically, we have to get them out of their cages. Which means, we have to grab them. Which also means some people get scared, scream, the birds go crazy, and havoc and mayhem ensue. Of course, the area is secure, unless someone had, by some sort of weird chance, opened the door while a pigeons loose...
All I can say in my defense is, "Whoops, my bad..."
After we 'acquire' the pigeons gently and gracefully, we shove them into a plastic jug.
Yeah, plastic jug. You can put beer in it. That kind of jug.
And then we weigh it, see if the weights all nice and good, and if not, feed it more ( we can't feed it less because thats, apparently, unethical... )
After that, we transport them to the experimental chambers, 'pour' them out into a chamber and pretty much lock'em up in there. Then we commence the experiment, we get results, happy happy joy joy, we take them back, and take another batch of birds. Rinse, and repeat.
And contrary to popular belief, we do not train the pigeons to crap on people.
Really, we don't. Well, maybe only to people we don't like. And politicians.
I apologise on behalf of all Stage 2 Psychology students if there are, indeed, any pigeons perpetrating these foul crappings. We did not unleash them knowing that they might exhibit such dirty behaviour. Please forward any formal complaints to the Head of Dept of Psychology via reception at level 3 of the Human Sciences Building.

Double Impact...

...sucks to the max. Why Jean Claude van Damme!?!? WHY!?
Basically, two twins, separated at birth, team up 30 years later to go and kick the crap out of an evil Hong Kong business man who murdered their father. In terms of plot, that’s it…But wait. There’s comedy too. Chad (Van-Damme number one) is a camp yoga teacher (who can also do the splits and Kick-box) and Alex (Van-Damme number two) is a hardened cigar smoking arms smuggler in Hong Kong (who can also do the splits and kick-box).
Weirdly enough, when he’s playing the camp twin and mincing about in hardened sailor bars wearing pink shorts and a lavender polo, he actually comes as near to acting as I think he’s got...
Things you'll learn from this movie:

van Damme is an idiot. Both of them.
If someone grows up in hong kong, he adopts an american accent. If someone grows up in america, he adopts a french accent.
You can get shot in the face from point blank range and only get a spider scar and 1 blue contact lense from it.
A mercedes will automatically explode if you shoot at the trunk after dumping it into the ocean.
Always end a movie with a early 90s rap song with the chorus having something to do with the movie's title playing during the credits... "Gonna feel the impact... OF MY SOUL! OF MY SOUL!"

Left: "Please don't shit on me!" cries evil triad thug bad person guy as he gets an up close and personal view of some Jean Claude van DAMN! This is before the scene where evil triad thugamajigger throws himself into a conveniently placed burning pit of molten... stuff, in an apparent fit of suicide. Too much of Jean Claude van Damme can kill. Kinda like Chuck Norris... Actually...
If Chuck Norris had a fight with Jean Claude van Damme, who would win?

Oh, and I nearly forgot to mention : Chad, after getting beaten up by some evil mook, describes him to his brother...
"He had a scar down the right side of his face"
...and runs his finger down the left side of his face...
Dubble-yew, Tee, Eff?!?!

One sided conversations

Dude, you watched that pieceoshit movie?
I didn't know it'd be THAT bad...
You. Are. An. Idjit.
Yeah, well, least now I know to stay away from van Damme movies
Did you like him in the tights? Huh? huh huh huh gay boy
?! Shutup I didn't know he'd be in tights!
Liar, you knew he'd be in pink shorts and a lavender polo too, ya homo
I didn't think the movie would be THAT bad! I never expected such... GAY-ness...
Oh but I'm sure you're familiar with all o that, gay boy!
Will you be quiet?! I made a mistake alright?! MY BAD!
Sure-gay-, what-gay- ever-gay- you-gay- say-gay-...
Can you EVER be quiet?! At all!?
gaygaygaygaygaygaygay giggedy giggedy gay gay gay gay
Oh, what are you now? Quagmire? You philistine! Begone!
First, I'm not from the Phillipines, and second, I can't go, I'm in your head, remember? Ya numbnut
...(Insert expletives here)!?!?!!...

Currently listening to:
Ben Folds Five - Magic - its a nice piano song, me likey piano
Nickelback - Saving Me - more rockier than So Far Away, all the same, me likey
Sigur Ros - Hoppípolla - really, this song is... peaceful? I don't know how to describe it
BT - Superfabulous - catchy, the techno will grow on you

2006-02-22T00:21:00.000+13:00

Always trust a map...

... Never trust Mathu or Wei Fei with directions...
What could've been a 15 minute trip back to home, took nearly half an hour, due to the insane and oh-so-indescribable directions from Wei Fei and Mathu.
"Turn down!", "Go Mathu's side!" and "Go there!" *points from backseat where I can't see unless I turn my head backwards and possibly kerb/crash the car.*
The best was asking me to "Turn down!". What did Wei Fei want me to do? Tunnel underground with my modified Honda Civic/Subterraineal Vehicle? So I did the next best thing and turned right. Finding out that I indeed take the wrong turn (the bickering from behind my seat was inaudible, due to the fact that I zoned out from listening to her), I had to maliciously handle the 3 point turn of doom and get out of what was, apparently, a 'lane' (of some mad proportions, might I add. It was about as wide as Calista Flockhart.)

My right ear suddenly went deaf. Do people get that often?

My room...

...is not clean.
At all.
Period.
It plagues my mother to no end. She has nightmares about it, and always gets up screaming.
The untidyness. The dust. The socks. The green toilet sign. It was all too much for her.

Oh, the carnage! Do you see the death and destruction?! Do you see Wally?! Where's Wally?!

*Update*
Ok, my room is now, officially, clean. As in theres less clutter, and more 'organised boxes'. The death toll was 2 spiders, 1 moth, and my mom. Lol, okay, I'm joking, but my mom did *nearly* just about die.
*Update*

And We're Back! To University

3 Psychology papers + 1 Philosophy paper = 1 hell of a term
I have so much paper to read through, I'd have enough to keep a decent fire going for 20 years if I burnt only half of my books. Psych papers (Abnormal Psych, Learning and Behaviour, and Biopsychology) are gonna do me in. Philosophy (Metaphysics) ain't too much of a bother, just alot of reading. I hope and I pray that I won't burn out.

And In Other News...

Our rabbit (aptly named, Wabbit) seems to be able to find a way out of the house compound. Ingeniously, it has managed to take advantage of the recent patches of shower and has manage to dig holes underneath the yard fences. As a direct result of its actions, I have bought the ultimate in bunny catching devices : carrots. Paired with a box held up with a stick, and the stick attached to a rope tied around the carrot, the rabbit is no match for the awesome power of... The Acme(TM) Box!

Left: As seen here, cunning as always, a particularly famous Bugs Bunny. His portrayal of the legendary Groucho Marx is impeccable, and Elmer Fudd is be'fudd'led. Not seen here, however, is also the wabbits sidekicks, a certain Porky Pig and Daffy Duck. Tweety Bird, Yosemite Sam, and Wile E. Coyote have declined to comment.

Songs of the week:
Clumsy - Our Lady Peace
How To Be Dead - Snow Patrol
I Just Wanna Wish You Well - Bernard Fanning
... who am I kidding? The chorus is "I just wanna wish you well!" X 4 ! Sorry Sarah! Lol I just had to say it!

Also, go and check out http://uncyclopedia.org

Oh well, thats all folks!
*Looney Tunes Theme*
Ah, the sweet memories of Looney Tunes cartoons!

2006-02-15T22:36:00.000+13:00

12/02/06

I just realised I shared the same birthday as Abraham Lincoln.
Yeap, good ol' Honest Abe, Prez of the U.S. of A.
I also share the same birthday with Charles Darwin himself.
Oh, and on the same date, Barbie and Ken officially split, after dating for more than 43 years.
And it was also the last day of Chinese New Year. I think.
Its gonna be a good year.

Nothing really special about my birthday though, didn't do much.
Had a good dinner with family and friends. A few close ones couldn't come, but that was to be expected I guess, people have work and their own stuff to do. Presents included The Book of Bunny Suicides, 6 x 9 Pioneer speakers, and DVDs. Thanks to everyone who came, and for the presents :).

14/02/06

Its Valentines Day. Oh, and also Mathu's birthday.
Spent most of the day at a First Aid course, so yeah, the only lip action I got was from lifeless manakins. Sad and depressed wouldn't even come close to how I felt lol.

As for Mathu's birthday, everything went well and as planned.
Basically, I planned for people to come along to Mathu's place and ambush him with waterbombs. The initial plan was for people to sneak around the doorway at his place, and wait for my signal (or after I close the door from behind him), after I get him from his room and shove him out the door to his 'present' that I 'promised' him.
But, you see, the plan was too straightforward. And, flawed, if Mathu had suspected something. And so, basically, I played the traitor and fed the wolves to the lions. I told Mathu about it all, about how we were going to ambush him. After the initial "Dude, why man? Why?!"s and stuff, we got set to trying to devise a feasible counterattack. Since everyone will be focused on the door and the person who will be coming out, obviously people would have their backs exposed. And so, with strategic placement of a bucket of waterbombs and a hose, we were set to take on all of them. Moving from the other exits from his house, we maneouvered and ambushed the ambushers.

Needless to say, the plan was executed flawlessly. We got them good.

After all was thrown and splashed, and everyone calmed down, I felt the need for a bit of retribution for the other side.
And so, after much deliberation, I decided to turncoat and held Mathu back while Wei Fei got her cake and mashed it into his face. I didn't really wanna make her angry or anything, and I did feel kinda bad. So I guess a little revenge for her side was gonna be good for the karma. But then, the tables turned, and I got a bit of the cake mashed into my face too.

Mathu: Dude, I got cream up my nose and in my eye
Me: Look at this perfect specimen of a cake. So perfect, so flawless, so...
Mathu: What?
Me: ...chocolate-y... I love cake. Cake love me. Thor want cake.
Mathu: You alrite man?
Me: ... Cake... O yeah Happy Birthday man
Mathu: ... I'll kill you later...
Me: Hehe, who da master pranker?
Mathu: *Hits me*

I can tell you though, pulling off a prank like this, requires alot of patience and alot of time.
It also requires someone crazy enough to follow it through all the way.

But what about Valentines Day?
Well, I can't say I really could do much, what with the First Aid course and Mathus birthday and all. Didn't really have a chance to go out and stuff, although I wish I could've.
But, who'd wanna go out with me anyway? lol
Valentines day depresses me more than it does cheer me.
But, oh well, self pity is no pity, and life goes on.
I'm hungry.

2006-02-10T23:12:00.000+13:00

Tag. I'm it.

Which pretty much means, according to the 'rules', I have to:

Name five of life's simple pleasures that you like most, then pick five people to do the same. Try to be original and creative and not use things that someone else has already used.

Football. Soccer. Rugby. Sport, in general. Its so hard not to join in the action if theres a game going on sometimes. Sometimes I also have to be restrained from running around the lounge in circles during football ad breaks after a big match, trying to emulate kicks and stuff. And I can tell you, its tough just staying quiet and sitting down, even at 2am.
Music. Cliche, I know, but heck, I don't care. Anything from hiphop to alternative, from Neutral Milk Hotel to Kanye, U2, Micheal Buble, Johnny Cash, Frank Sinatra, Nirvana, even Final Fantasy game music, anything. If its good, its a pleasure.
Exploring. Going on trips to somewhere secluded, driving to places unknown, out of my comfort zone, just going to places I haven't been to before. I don't know why, but its some part of me thats just curious about places and stuff.
Reading and doing nothing else (basically lazing around). Whether it be in the summer sun outside on the swing chair, or curled up in my bed during a very cold winter, reading is something thats different from most things done in life. I'll elaborate more, with help from Chuck Palahniuk, later.
Friends. No, I'm not talking about the TV show, but the people you know, the people you can count on, the people you have fun with, who'll go along and do stupid stunts with you, who criticise you for stuff you've done, who'll diss you cuz you're being dumb, who you can diss cuz they were being dumb, and basically the people who'll listen to you when you talk even though all thats coming out sounds much like gibberish and armpit farts.
Good movies/TV. Yes, I know I have defied the rules of being 'tagged' by adding a 6th, but I aim to misbehave. Anyway, yeah, anything good on a television screen, horror, comedy, Scrubs, Nightmare on Elm Street, Moulin Rouge, Sin City, Band Of Brothers, House, anything that somehow manages to connect, is most definitely a pleasure. Its hard to describe.

Hmm. I seem to be sounding more and more emo with each passing line. I. Must. Not. Be. Emo.

The tagged victim has to come up with 8 different points of their perfect lover. Need to mention the sex of the target. Tag 8 victims to join this game & leave a comment on their page saying they've been tagged. If tagged the 2nd time, theres no need to post again.

Sex : Female

Caring and commiting. This is where I insert the usual "She's gotta love me for who I am, and is willing to go through tough times in a relationship etc."
She's gotta love music/movies/sports as much as I do.
Independent. Knows how to program the TV. At least. And, say, in the event that I'm crippled/dead, can take care of herself, make sure she doesn't do anything crazy.
Someone that I can talk to. And trust me, sometimes, I'm really hard to talk to. Rarely, do I ever divulge my feelings. And I also tend to be very cryptic.
She's gotta love the Transformers. I mean c'mon. Who doesn't like Optimus Prime? And that damned Megatron (He transforms into a gun. How is that comparable to a Mack truck?)
Ok, heres where it gets mushy. She's gotta have those eyes where... I don't know, eyes that'll just make your brains melt. Eyes that'll drive you crazy. The feeling is indescribable. Something so strong, so... tangible, that you feel that by just reaching out, you wouldn't even begin to feel... how it is. (As much as I've tried, I still can't make the last sentence seem more coherent.) Try not to *actually* reach out to her eyes though, you might just end up gouging them out.
Someone who's willing to put up with my stupidity. Sometimes. Most of the time, actually. Its amazing how many stupid things can happen to me, by me, and around whoevers with me. Hey, shit happens, and I'm some sort of 'stupidity' magnet. Least there won't be dull moments.
*Insert desirable quality here* I've run out of ideas. I guess its kinda hard to define a perfect lover. I could think of so many different qualities of a 'perfect lover'. But lets face it, nobody's perfect. And if you are, then you're the only one. And since you're the only perfect one in an imperfect world, technically, you would be singled out, and thus, be imperfect.

Okay Josh, I hope you're happy now.

2006-01-27T23:48:00.000+13:00

The incident with the caffeine rocket and the spanish zombies...

... and other stories...
First of all, apologies for not posting lately.

The Caffeine rocket
Its 4.30am. I'm barely awake. I've been tossing and turning the whole night, and I can't sleep.
My body is tired, but my mind just can't seem to settle down and shut up.
Its like I've got a lil Jiminy Cricket, just constantly yakking into my ear.
Oh well. Do something. Might as well. I sure ain't sleeping for the rest of the morning.
And so I get up from the compost heap that is my bed, a bit too fast, and the blood rushes to my head. I shake it off but I just make it worse.
My eyes feel like they've been glued shut, and I'm having difficulty opening them. I blindly make my way to the kitchen, try and make something to wake me up.
Mug. Hot water. Bread.
Feels like I'm missing something.
And then I realise I forgot to grab the 3 in 1 instant coffee.
I stumble into the pantry and grab the 3 in 1.
Due to severe retardedness, I don't manage to rip apart the seal, and instead, have to spend extra time hunting for a pair of scissors.
While I am doing this, I begin to recall and episode of Mr. Bean rushing to work.
He's obviously late, and somehow manages to drink his coffee by mixing all the contents in his mouth.
I don't think.
Once its open, I tip the contents of the sachet into my mouth.
Hilarity ensues. The taste is indescribable. My face is just scrunched up, an explosion of bitterness shattering my tongue.
I don't think.
I grab the mug and down whatevers init, hoping to get rid of the bittersweet bittersweetness.
Freshly boiled water makes its way into me. I scream. And I mean really, really scream.
As in "OMG I JUST DOWNED FRICKIN BOILING WATER AAAAAAAAA SOMEONE OH SHITE ITS SO HOT AAAAHAAA" scream.
And as I scream, some of it makes it way up my nose. You know how it is.
I run to the fridge and grab the milk, tear the carton, and down half a litre.
I feel like I've melted my insides, and froze them again. I feel mangled.
I can't believe I even trusted Mr. Bean in the first place.
Damn you Bean. Damn you.

Spanish zombies...
...don't run that fast. They more or less just lumber around.
"Te voy matar!"
"Matenlo!"
Which pretty much means "I'm going to kill you!" and "Kill him!" in Spanish. Meh, no biggie.
I pick up the Punisher, some kind of weird semi-auto, given to me by an eccentric merchant I met just a while ago. I load it up, cock it, and I'm ready.
The first one comes, bearded and raggedy, reeking of death. I wonder if he's dead already.
I aim at his head, and bang. He's staggering, clutching his left eye, but moments later, recovers, and starts slowly making his way towards me again, arms outstretched.
His left eye is dangling by the nerve endings.
I shoot at his head again, and somehow, his head explodes. His body crashes to the ground.
But while all this is happening, I fail to realise that a whole crowd of maybe 10,15 of them have crowded around me.
"Te voy a romper en pedazos!" - "I'm going to break you into pieces"
"Muere! Muere!" - "Die! Die!"
Ok, time for the big guns.
I bring out the single barrel pump action shotgun. I load a couple of shells in and I blast away.
And they all pretty much fly 10 feet away from where they were.
I suddenly hear his splattering noise, this little explosion, as if someones gut just exploded.
But I ignore this, and instead, aim at the chainsaw wielding maniac in front of me, who pretty much looks down the barrel of my shotgun as I pull the trigger. Half of his face is gone, and he's blown back, but still standing, albeit jst barely.
And then I am stabbed from behind. I jump from the pain, and am momentarily distracted by the rabid woman who has just plunged her kitchen knife into my back.
The backstabber gets one in the kneecaps, and then one in the face, just for that.
And then, all I see is the blade of a chainsaw, and a lot of blood. My blood. It only takes about 2 seconds to fully decapitate me.
My body slumps to the ground, head resting beside, Mr. Chainsaw roaring in victory.
Everything is dark now.

You Are Dead.
Retry?
Yes No

And thus was the experience of my first death in Resident Evil 4.
Honestly, its such a good game. If any of you out there have a PS2 or a Gamecube, buy it.
If any of you out there who don't have a PS2 or a Gamecube, buy either one, and then buy Resident Evil 4.

Intelligent conversations, as of late

(Ashlyne, Angela Lai, Me)
Angela: Hey (to me), you're born in '87, thats the year of the Rabbit right (refer to Zodiac)?
Ashlyne: (listening in) Haha, woof woof!
Me: ... *sigh*

(Mathu, Wei Fei, Me)
Mathu: So yeah, Justins lactose intolerant
Me: Which means basically he can't take anything that has milk in it, like milk from a cow-
Wei Fei: Wait, does that mean he can't eat cow?
Mathu, Me: *slaps face in unison*

Lastly...

The Time Traveler's Wife - Audrey Nifenegger

Loosely based on Homer's Odyssey, it centers on a relationship between Clare Abshire and Henry DeTamble, the latter with a time-travelling gene that enables him to leapfrog into different periods of time in different places. This 'ability' cannot be controlled, and Henry cannot choose when and where to go.
But what do you do when you meet the love of your life when you are 6? And he's 36?
(Henry is 36, time travels back to the past, and meets a 6 year old Clare, who has just met her future husband from a different time. In real time, which is Clares present, Henry is only 8 years older than her, but the 36 year old Henry is from a different time)
And so, Henry disappears from his present time, and appears either in the future or the past, completely naked and bare. He has to rely on thieving, fighting, hiding, and for the most part, running, to keep himself alive.
Imagine, you're having your lunch, just like any other day, on a bright sunny summer morning. The sun is warm on your skin, and as you look up, you're suddenly overwhelmed by a force, and your ears are ringing, and you're thinking 'Whats going on?' and suddenly *poof*, you're stark naked in the middle of a deserted road, on a cold a winter night.
You look around, but the only thing illuminating the streets is the light from the streetlamps. You are scared, you are cold. Maybe this isnt real. Maybe its all just a dream.
But its not. You're Henry DeTamble. You've dealt with this for most of your life.
Until the day you die. Yes, you know the future, since you have, of course, traveled to it before.
But can you change it? Can you change the future of yourself?
Henry's mother died in a car accident when he was a small boy. He often goes back in time to see her, although all he can do is watch from a distance. At the same time, he's also traveled back too often to the fateful day that took his mother from his life. He can't change the future. His mother has to die. And he can't do a thing about it.

I really don't want to write anymore about the book, for fear of spoiling too much.
But seriously, if anyone has the time, read it. Theres so many parts to it where its just raw, straight emotion.
This book will make you glow, this book will make you laugh, and this book will make you cry.
Its a good book. Go get it now. Do it. Do it.

Oh not because happiness exists,
That too-hasty profit snatched from approaching loss.
But because truly being here is so much; because everything here apparently needs us, this fleeting world, which,
in some strange way keeps calling to us. Us, the most fleeting of all.

...Ah, but what can we take along
into that other realm? Not the art of looking,
Which is learned so slowly, and that nothing that happended here. Nothing
The sufferings, then. And above all, the heaviness,
and the long experience of love, -just what is wholly
unsayable

-from The ninth Duino Elegy,
Rainer Maria Rilke,
Translated by Stephen Mitchell

2006-01-09T20:46:00.000+13:00

Bigger, Longer and Uncut...

... describes how this post will be...

Malaysia was, in a few words, fun, sad, and unforgettable
And how couldn't it be? I hadn't been back for nearly 4 years
Missed all my friends, thru all that time
And of course, I missed alot of what has happened as well...

Anyway, back to the details on what I've done whilst in Malaysia:

Stayed over at Harolds. I remember all those times when we used to stay over at peoples place, always stayin up all night talking a whole lot of shit. Oh and also talking bout girls. I'm sure Harold remembers the 'Jess-o-mania' that was happening around that time? =) Hehe, good times... But it was good stayin at your place man, really appreciate it.

Stayed over at Joshuas. I think I've mentioned this in the last post, but oh well, I'll just mention it again anyway. Stayin at Joshuas was good too, hadn't actually stayed at his place before. Full of talking about chicks and other private stuff ( which I shall not detail here of course ). Read thru all his yearly diaries too. Dude, your 2000- 2003 diaries are like some sort of super-emo rollcercoaster ride. And I hope to God you ain't still like that... lol

Christmas Eve. Was spent at Friendster Cafe, near the Curve, at 1Utama ( which, I might add, is really really massive and includes the indoor rock climbing place ). Heaps of people were there, Hui Yin, Mei Yan, Shing, Ying Roe, Jessamine and her cousin, Hock Keat, Ivan, to name some. Ended up playing with the toned down version of spin the bottle i.e. if the bottle pointed at you, you had to do a dare. I ended up having to do 10 jumping jacks in the middle of the busy restaurant ( Friendster Cafe is not exactly a cafe as such, its more... classy and expensive, so you know, its kinda like a posh cafe... which was quite busy at the time... Oh yeah, shops in Malaysia don't close for Christmas Eve, Christmas, or New Years Eve, New Years, and the day after New Years... and they don't close til 10pm, restaurants/cafes open for very much longer, if they close at all... ). Humiliating as it was, I had fun. Even had my name ( in chinese ) made from glowsticks and some party poppers ( what the heck are those things called anyway? )

Christmas. Was spent with Joshuas extended family at first. Later on that night, went to Mei Yans place. Had a good time there, sang some carols ( which was half heartedly sung by most of the guys there ), did that lil childrens game which involved clapping hands and signs and... meh, its too hard to describe, but basically the loser had to do stupid dares. Then, came the present exchange. I got some hair sculting product of some sorts ( heck I hardly know anything about haird products ). But I then managed to change it to a mug with cartoony soccer players on it... Shit, now I know what I forgot to pack! Josh, I think that mug is still at your house! And I'm not joking!

YC Camp. It was a good camp, met new friends there, like Jack, Sook Lin, along with meeting some old friends like Alvin, from LaSalle Primary, hadn't seen him in a looong time ( ever since I left primary, actually ). Didn't manage to ask the guest speakers ( Matt Garner from Oz, and some other Aussie guy whose name I can't remember cuz he didn't do much ) questions and stuff, since they were stayed up most of the time in their bungalow atop a hill. I have alot of questions. Then, I had a fever on the last day of camp. It was actually quite bad, didn't feel the best for most of the day ( even though I got up, while we were waiting in the hall before moving out of Peacehaven, to play takraw ), didn't want people to worry about me. Everyone else looked kinda tired anyway. Took about 7 or 8 panadols that day ( 3 in the morn, 2 or 3 in the afternoon, and either 2 or 3 more at night... I didn't count lol ). Didn't sleep that well that night ( Really high fever, you know how sometimes you get all restless/delusional ), but pretty much recovered the next day or so.

New Years day. Met Angel at her church that day. Shes really nice and friendly, and, for lack of better words, soft and demure. You know, like the kind of girl that you'd bring to your parents. Haha, Josh, you a lucky man. Spent the evening at Josh's uncles place writing into Josh's emo filled diary. I had to un-emo-fy it. Of course, I failed miserably.

Spent the last few days of my holidays with my Grandma in Kajang. Even though I didn't do much, I spent most of the time resting. Needed it badly.

Movies I've watched in Malaysia :

King Kong : Kong is the man/ape. I mean, you try and take on a couple of them Venatosaurus Rexs ( Yeah, they're not Tyrannosaurus, as many people have thought... I feel like such a nerd *snort* ). A couple of cans of whup-ass later ( Dammit man, Kong actually ripped one of their faces apart, I mean, c'mon, try thinking of your jaw just breaking like that ), Kongs just like " See now bee-yatch?! You see what I can do!? And now you gonna friggin deny me my right to make you stay?!! You ungrateful -" *Kong turns away from Naomi Watts*...

The Chronicles of Narnia : Half the time thruout the movie, I was expecting the older Pevensie girl to just say "Come on Harry!" in a vaguely Hermione-esque way. It was very Lord of the Rings and Harry Potter-ish, but it was basically very true to the book. It was quite a good movie. Except for the fact that the White Witch had bloody Polar bears as horses in the big battle scene. Polar bears?!!? Wtf?!? Where'd she pull that shit out of from?! And, if you have the DVD ( pirated, or not :p ) then in one of the scenes just after Aslan ( Qui-Gon Jinn in disguise of course, the Jedi are everywhere!!! Heck, Aslan even looked like Qui-Gon ) announces that that little rut Edmund has been cleared of his treachery bla bla bla, you can see a gorilla in the background along with the rest of the cast, celebrating. Thats right. A gorilla. Among all those cool animals ( they had Centaurs, cheetahs, tigers etc. ), they had a gorilla?!!

Perhaps Love : A chinese Moulin Rouge. Quite good I'd say, but it would've been better if I didn't have to resort to reading the subtitles since the movie was entirely in Cantonese. Only one main character could really sing well, and that was... I can't even remember his name. Andy Lau? I don't kno... And Takeshi Kaneshiro... well... I know someone out there likes him :p but, sad to say, he can't really sing ( sorry Mei Yan ). Basically revolves around these 2 guys who like this girl, 1 guy has had a past relationship with her when she wasn't a big movie star, and when she later became real famous and accomplished, left him to pursue her career, but still loves him, but then ... its a whole great big mess, I can't really explain it too well without incurring the wrath of some who adore this movie, so I'm just gonna... Yeah, leave it... there...

And the flight back...

...wasnt too bad I guess... Could've been a whole lot worse...
But basically the whole time I was alone, after my grandma and uncle saw me off, I was very... I don't know, detached? Alone? Its sort of like the feeling you get when you're alone in such a big crowded place, and all you wanna do is explore and look around...
And I had about and hour and a half to do whatever I wanted so...
I boarded the aerotrain to the departure terminal ( I was really early, so it was pretty empty, save for a man in a suit and a couple and their baby ), and just basically explored the whole place. Got some stuff from duty free ( chocolates and some Benedictine ).
All the while, listening to my MP3 player. Soft music, as I call it, like Easy Tonight by Five For Fighting, Two Beds and a Coffee Machine by Savage Garden, Angel by Sarah Maclachlan. It was kinda emo I guess. Didn't really wanna leave and all. You wouldn't really know the feeling even if I did describe it. And already, I started missing her. Ever since she went away, didn't even get to talk to her much when I was there with her. Hopefully she'll still be around when I come back... Whenever I come back next...

Now, its at this point that I would normally go on a tangent about... well, how I miss people and stuff, but I think I've already said it one too many times, and I'm not one for emo, so I'm just gonna leave it.

And back in New Zealand...

Well, the house, for one thing, has changed a little. Mom rearranged the furniture, we got a new chair swing, and a bean bag. A PINK bean bag. PINK. What were my parents thinking when they bought it?!!?! And its not like light pink, its really, quite bright PINK! But oh well, not that I'm gonna be using it much anyway. It feels good to be back in NZ, back home.
But where is home for me?
My mom asked me, if I could stay in NZ or Malaysia, which country would I choose to stay in?
And I couldn't answer that question. I was just stuck. Of course, I normally came up with some smart remark to bum her out, like I normally do, but this time, I didn't really have an answer.
And I still don't. Oh well...
*drops random quote*
"Only time will tell"

Thats all for now I guess.
*sigh*

2005-12-14T05:18:00.000+13:00

Me. Blog. Yeh.

Ok its gonna be a short one for me, cuz I don't have that much internet time right now.
The past few days have been real busy, and i'll try to re-cap what I've done.
I've been moving around alot, I'ved stayed in Kajang, Subang, USJ, OUG n Bandar Kinrara, all in friends places

I'll start with last week, Thursday:
Went shopping at Times Square and Sungei Wang with Hui Yin and Wendy. Legs sore. Eyes sore. I was so tired that day... How can girls shop for 5 hours straight!?!?!? I'm at a loss
Ate at some restaurant, I can't remember the name, it was... vietnamese I think
food was good, I had some sort of curry with rice, Wendy had assam laksa, and HuiYin had noodles with soup, bt (sigh) since girls are indeed picky sometimes, it ended up with the 3 of us switching our meals clockwise (I had the noodles, Wendy had the curry, and HuiYin had the assam laksa)
Honestly tho... girls, tch...

Anyways, before I get my ass kicked by all the females out there, Friday:
Ok, I went to Joshuas college. TAR College, for Tunku Abdul Rahman College.
Its kinda like school, cept everyones in normal clothes and not uniform, so its kinda like Yr13 in NZ.
Of course, Joshua had to advertise that I was his friend from NZ... his English teacher (who happens to be quite an outspoken person) asked me to get in front of the class and tell everyone bout myself and NZ, and how life is there, etc. etc. i.e. what I've been repeating for the last 2 weeks that I've been here to uncles and aunts and various other relatives
There were the usual jeers and even the question of "Are you single? Do you have a girlfriend?"
Of course, faced with that question, I told the person to kindly get in line for a date, take a number, and I'd get back to her a.s.a.p.
... Ok, so the above didn't happen, all I did was just freeze on the spot and, well, yeah, didn't say anything... What was I supposed to say?
"I'm single, sexy, and I like Chinese food, long walks on the beach, and foot massages, if you're the one, then call me, 019-ImSupaHot" ?!
Although, it would've turned out quite funny...
But thats still not the worst part...

I had to do the Haka. Yeah you know the drill.
I managed to drag Joshua and 2 of his friends into doing it too.
Needless to say, it was embarassing. Apparently I shouted real loud.
And I'm not going to say anymore in order to preserve my integrity (which by the way, has already fallen by a significant amount, to the point of nothingness)
But that was Friday.

Then came Saturday:
Woke up nice and late. Went to Harolds place. Met Chau Sean.
Jammed a lil with the 2 electric gutiars (Chau Sean didn't bring his, Josh did, and Harold has one) It was a good jam session, riffed and played a couple of songs ( Nickelback, Fuel, Switchfoot, Metallica, John Mayer (the odd one out), just to name a few ). After seeing Chau Sean play though, I realised how sucky I am at guitar. But I rule in air guitar. None can withstand the might of my air riffs and air solos!
After that, we went to go makan ( makan = eat ) at the hawkers nearby. Ate chicken rice. It was good. Then we went back to Harolds to get Phang Kit, and all crammed into his car to go play DOTA. Crazy. I won my first game. Had a good time. Changed my screen name from Ben Dover to Haywood Jablomie. :D, for the good little Christian girl out there who's reading it, I think it would be in your best interest NOT to find out what those names refer to/mean.
At 5 we went to Joshuas aunts place for dinner. It was her daughters birthday. Whee!.Talkd to Florence ( Joshua's sis ) for a bit during the dinner ( she seemed a lil left out, cuz most of the girls were younger than her and were obsessing over "Witch" comics ). Josh was kept busy playing "SUPER REAL TENNIS" on my cellphone.
And apparently it was tradition to have a karaoke session after ( singstar, anyone? ;P ) but the machine somehow didn't work. Phew lol. Watched The Descent instead.
A story of 6 hot ( Ok, 5, one of them was real butch), young, female spelunkers goin into a cave and finding something horrible *dum dum DUUUUM* *Spoilers* They all look like the Lord of the Rings extras, just naked and with the ability to jump out of nowhere. No hot chick action. *Spoilers end*
And after, Josh spent pretty much the nite til 3am finishing off his assignment and changing/updating his blog.

However, Sunday:
was the day that we couldn't wake up. At least we got to church in time.
Was supposed to see Jess, but she no turn up. So we go eat nearby.
As we were walking thru a lorong ( alleyway ), Josh and I noticed a cage containing the most rabid thing you'll ever see in K.L.
There it was, a gigantic rat, about the size of one of my legs. Ok, I'm joking, bt it was pretty big.
There were faint traces of another type of orange fur at its head, and all I could deduce from that was that it a.) either ate a cat or b.) it ate an orange wig.
Ah yes. KL's finest. Welcome to Malaysia, truly Asia.

But yeah, later, I had a stressful decision to make. I'll list the potential opportunities.
Plan A: I go to Harolds later, follow him to the Park Royal, do a lil clean up n stuff, go to Sungei Wang nearby and acquire a cache of semi-pirated legal DVDs. And then I follow him home, and later on, don my devilishly hot suit, and dash off to the CHS ( Catholic High School, my old school ) prom, at Park Royal. Oh yeah, Harold was the MC for the prom, so thats why he could get me in for free. As an ambassador of Education and Fine Arts from New Zealand. Yeah. Me. Thats right. LOL
Plan B: a.k.a. Plan A.5: I meet ShingChieh and her family for lunch, and then go to Harolds later, and continue on the rest of Plan A.
Plan C: a.k.a. Plan A.5 beta version: I meet ShingChieh and her family for lunch, and get sent with Florence to the CHS prom, and later, go back with Harold.
Plan D: a.k.a. The original plan *Plan not feasible due to uncle and aunty whose house I was supposed to go to would not be in the house until very late*: I hang out with Joshua, and later, go to dinner with ShingChieh and her family, and then, get sent back to USJ 20 before my aunt and uncle can return from their dinner ( Btw, Josh had a camp to go to at 5am the next morning, so I couldn't really impose on him and his family and stay at his place ).

But in the end, I went for Plan N ( N for (K)Nife! ), and went with ShingChieh and her family to Genting. For the whole day. Only got back very much later.

So that was it, my weekend, I'll tell ya'll bout this week later.
Hmm.
The blog ain't that short either.

Me so tired. - Me
Me so hungi. - Me
Me so corny. - Shirt I noticed, depicting a large ear of corn. Sweating.

2005-12-03T13:21:00.000+13:00

I stare at her blankly. My mind is a fritz.
"Kau mahu ini tak?"
What?
"Kau mahu pisang goreng?"
Pisang-... what?!
"...*smoldering stare*..."
"Yeah, satu ringgit."
Phew. My friend saves me again.

To say that I sound, act and feel like a foreigner doesn't justify the feeling.
Everythings just changed now.
Buildings are bigger than they used to be.
Houses, everywhere, double storey, single storey, semi D's, condo's.
The roads... well, its still the same old pot hole ridden, lane faded, gravel chewed roads.
The food: possibly the best part of the trip.

Of course, the inflight food was small. Wasn't the best either, but it kept me sustained. Kept me from biting my neighbours arm off in hunger. Oh and I had a window seat too. In economy class.
I.e. If i needed to go to the toilet, I had to trouble my fellow neighbours. To make it even more entertaining, I'll add that I needed the toilet when we were served out food. That means those lil table thingys in front of us were up. Which also meant me = spiderman.

What did I do for 11.30hrs on the flight? Well...
Watched Charlie n the Choc Factory, Sharkboy n Lavagirl, Bewitched, Stealth, played various forms of trivia n who wants to be a millionaire, and PONG!. Also slept. Or tried too. Plane blankets aren't comfy. In fact, neither is the whole of the economy class, but hey. Oh and if people have told you about how numbing the flight is, and how they sometimes feel the numbness, its a lie. You can't feel a thing. Basically, for most part of the trip, I couldn't feel my gluteus maximus. If the plane had blown up right underneath my ass, I'd say I'd have a relatively painless death.

Well, enough bout my sexy ass.
Arrived back in Malaysia, did the passport thing, got my luggage, went thru customs.
My first time doing it too, didn't mess anything up. Oh, and I have to add, I look like a drug addict in my passport photo. I'll take a pic of it and let u guys see it lol its quite hilarious really.
Its like I'm stoned and trying very hard not to focus.

But anyway, met up with my moms brother and mother. One thing to note tho.
They can't speak english too well. Well, my grandmother can't at all, my moms brother can. A little bit. Enough to get me going anyway.
Needless to say, it was a relatively quiet drive back to Kajang. Kajang. Hmm... Whats famous in Kajang?...
The satay! Thats right :P The City of Satay! lol
Unfortunately, my grandmother and uncle are vegetarians.
No meat. No chicken. No beef. No pork. Nada. Niet. None.

I cried later on that night. Not because I miss my family... But c'mon!!! NO MEAT TO EAT!?!?!?! You would've cried too!!!!!

Hehe but I actually do miss my family. Wonder if anyones broken anything in the house yet.

But yeah, also did my I.C. (Identification Card), which was very well expired, the next day.
More awkward moments when the lady talked to me in Malay. I tried my best to converse in Malay too. I tried I tell ya. But it just didn't come out. She understood English thankfully.

And now I'm in my good friend Joshuas place. He's got a nice homely home. Its real cosy.
Mrs Foong doesn't seem to have aged at all! Alex (my bro), if you're reading this, then she says hi, and also that all your past classmates are also still quite small and short :D. Short stuff.

Might go and play futsal later. Think indoor mini soccer. But transportation is a problem. So, instead, might head out to MidVally MegaMall. Think massive mall. Like 7 or 8 Botany Town Centres stacked on top of each other. M-A-S-S-I-V-E. BEEEEEG. If MidValley MegaMall had a fight with King Kong, King Kong would wiped all over the pavement. Even if King Kong tag teamed with Godzilla, they'd both be wiping the concrete ass of MidValley MegaMall.

And thats it for me today. Oh, and I apologise for not publishing a blog before I left.
I actually did have a post, but, as I was halfway publishing it, my dad turned the LAN off. And the broadband. Which meant that I'd have to start all over again.
It required too much effort, so I chucked in a Firefly dvd and watched it. I'm sorry guys.
I'm a bum. And I can't help it. Well I can, its just that I don't wanna. Don't get me started.

Anyways, on that note, I'll be off. I'll post again as soon as I can!
Hope you guys in NZ are having a good time! Gotta tell me all about what I've missed k?
Laters people!

"The space monkeys made me do it!" - Anonymous... oh, who am I kidding, it was me :D.

2005-11-22T22:14:00.000+13:00

I was the only guy who disagreed with the cops. And I had brain damage.
- Leonard Shelby (Guy Pearce), from the movie Memento

*Caution: This post is long. Really really long.*

Well, first things first. 1st December, I'm back in Malaysia!
Its been nearly 4 years, and everyones changed. Spoke to a friend just a few days ago, damn, he sounds different. Hopefully everyone hasn't changed TOO much :P. Guess we'll see when I get back.
And I still haven't really sorted out where I'm going to be staying and stuff that I'll be doing and how I'm going to get around. But I'll get around to it soon. But knowing me, its all gonna be last minute stuff. *Packs extra cardboard box*

Anyways, highlights of the past couple of weeks:

1. Rainbows End! Had a fun day out at the theme park :P Roller coaster rides, Power Surge (where you're just spun around in every direction possible), bumper cars (YEA! GTA mutha*bleep*!), motion master (Robot... Something... was being played, all I remember was the massive chafing I got from the stupid seats and the robot going "OH NO! He's got the Jewel Of Power!"), Log Flume (the only ride we went on which had water splashing into our faces), the Free Fall (we dropped bout 18 storeys in a couple of seconds). It was a good, tiring, wholesome day.
2. Parties + Celcius + Work = not good. So damn tired these past few days. I could sleep just by standing up still with my eyes closed for a couple of minutes. Seriously. In fact I could just fall asleep now. Well, not now, but... yeah, ok nevermind, I'll just shut up.
3. Movies I've watched:
Corpse Bride : Like the Nightmare Before Christmas, its still funny and warm :P
Saw 2 : Really good, plot twists and gore galore!
Kiss Kiss Bang Bang : Loved it, real funny stuff, and Val Kilmer as Gay Perry (Lets just say he's called 'Gay' Perry for a reason)
Serenity : Sci-fi flick, its space western stuff, not exactly liked by many, but is still a decent movie.

So sleepy and tired. Feels as if Russel Crowe had a go at me with a telephone.
Well, I would blog more, but I think I'll preserve my sanity and go to sleep instead.
...
Oh what the heck.

So Zodiac signs. Interesting.
Yeah, it is.
What are we? Aquarius right?
Yeah
"You are generous, open, and sincere to those you care about"
Haha, yeah..
"Although you appear quite cool outwardly, you are quite emotional and tender at heart"
Um... Yeah, I guess...
"When it comes to lovemaking, you are very imaginative"
...*awkward silence*
"You will look for a partner who is willing to satisfy your relentless pursuit of intense sexual experiences."
... *tumbleweed rolls*... Yeah...
You're such a horn dog y'know that?
... What? Its just my star sign, it doesn't mean that thats me!
HAH! You know its- AAAAAA OH GOD OH GOD ITS A MOTH!!!!!
Its a moth. So?
ITS BURROWING INTO MY FLESH DAMMIT!!! GET SOME FIRE!!!
No no no no, no fire... why the heck would you need fire anyway?
So I can burn it out!! Before it lays eggs inside my chest!
...

Ok, so I lied, this blog was kinda dumb, and not really that long either...
But cut me some slack here, I've only had about 4-5 hours of sleep, on average, recently
I'll blog again before I leave for Malaysia, but for now, I'll just leave you guys with a lil excerpt from Memento:

Leonard Shelby: I have to believe in a world outside my own mind. I have to believe that my actions still have meaning, even if I can't remember them. I have to believe that when my eyes are closed, the world is still there. Do I believe the world is still there? Is it still out there? ... Yeah. We all need mirrors to remind ourselves who we are. I'm no different.

2005-11-09T01:44:00.000+13:00

Freedom:
1. The condition of being free from restraints
2. Liberty of the person from slavery, detention or oppression
3. The feeling you get after all your exams are done

Pleasure:
1. The state of feeling pleased or gratified
2. A source of enjoyment or delight
3. The feeling you get after you relinquish control of your bladder after a massive 3 hour exam

In other words, it feels good now that exams are over.
However, instead of detailing what I did after exams :D I shall detail what I did before the last Chem120 exam.

8.00am Alarm wakes me up. I throw alarm clock on the floor. Me 1-0 Alarm clock.
8.02am Brother enters the room and proceeds to jump on my bed. While I'm in it. I punch him. Gently.
8.10am I actually start to get out of bed. Have about 20 minutes to get ready. 20 minutes is a long time. I go back to sleep.
8.30am I wake up for some unknown reason. Looked at watch. Proceed to curse and swear in many different languages, and more.
8.40am After having breakfast in the shower (Toothpaste on toast. Tangy.), I realise that its too late to catch the bus at the nearby stop. So I jump into my Civic and gun it down to Botany Town Centre. In other words, I didn't go very fast.
8.45am After ramming down 2 bikers (its not my problem they didn't wear their fluorescent vests!) and a few other road casualties later (maybe I shouldn't play too much Grand Theft Auto), I reach the bus stop at Botany.
8.48am I get on the bus, sit next to Jasmine. She looked pretty. But she always is. Looked real tired and stressed as well. Poor Jaz. Wish I could've helped her out, make her happy and smile.
8.50am-9.40am Try to study in the bus. But my mind just wasn't in the right place. Realise that I'm probably gonna bomb in this exam anyway. Jaz can't sleep.
9.40am-9.50am Reach uni, walk Jaz to the Auckland University Faculty O Farts. Yeap. The Faculty O Farts. Sign even says it.

9.50am-12.30pm Cram. Crazy Revision and Absurd Memorizing. Think my brain melted. I don't think it will ever be the same again. Felt some warm goo come out of my ears. Brain. Reduced. To. Sludge. Goo. ga. urgh. bleowujdlkgs. Sandwich.
12.30pm-2pm I try in vain to scoop up the remains of my brains. Maybe I could salvage some of that chemistry knowledge. After that I make my way to the Quad. Got some sushi and juice for lunch. Go to the comfy couches upstairs and indulge. Met Peter and a few other friends there. Peter started acting weird (he was gyrating underneath the table...), so I went to play Time Crisis 2. Really needed the stress relief. I think I shot the every guy at least 5 or 6 times.
2.00pm Its crunch time. And no, do not remind me of that stupid cereal ad. I make my way to PLT1. Pretty Lousy Theatre 1. Fantastic.

And then, as soon as it began, the exam ended. Ok well, I lied, the exam took ages, especially if u needed to go to the toilet and had to wait for the full 3 hours coz the examiners are dicks and won't let you out in the final 15 minutes.
Luckily, I have amazing bladder control. And lets just say the toilets were 'Out Of Order' because someone 'left the tap running'.

Well, its nearly 2am now, I better be off sleeping. Will blog later.

"It wasn't me!"- from a song by Shaggy. No, not the Scooby Doo Shaggy. The pimp Shaggy.

2005-11-01T22:41:00.000+13:00

The case of the exam and the unprepared boy.

6.30am. Just a lil longer.
6.32am. A bit more.
6.45am. Ok get up boy, got a philosophy exam, need to do some prep.
7.00am. Shit the bus leaves in 10 minutes! Get the heck out of bed!
7.10am. 2 heart attacks and some toothpaste mixed with coco pops later, I arrive at the bus stop.
7.18am. Bus arrives. Late. Manage to spit out toothpaste but retain coco pops in mouth. Minty.
7.20am-8.30am. I sleep/study on the bus. Nothing much happened on the bus. Except for the fact that some middle aged lady was playing on a PSP. That PSP should be mine. Mine. MINE!!!
8.30am-9.00am. I cram. Its like eating in an all you can eat buffet. 'Cept you can stop willingly in a buffet. At the rate I crammed, my head should have exploded. Must find scientific explanation as to why head did not explode.
9.00am. I make my way to the exam room. MLT1. Most Lousy Theatre 1. Great.
9.15am. ID card checked, I enter the exam room. One of the examiners comments on my minty fresh breath. Get the hiccups.
At this point in time, I get to do another one of my internal conversations with myself.

So you ready for your exam?
Shh, concentrating...
Well, ok then, that means you're not ready
...
By not talking to me, it signifies you're 'not readyness'
...
Wow, I never knew it could be so quiet in here
...
Hey its that hot girl from you're tutorial class, Sarah
Where?
Hah! Gotcha, her surnames Jane, you ass! She's in a different class!
... I hate you so much
That means you hate yourself
Oh yeah
Do you wanna watch Doom later?
... *mumble mumble* Hegelian, Master-Slace Dialectic... Sartre, bad faith...
You wanna know who dies next week on Lost?
No
S, H, A-
I'm gonna get you...
*You may now proceed with 10 minutes of reading time*
Dammit...

And thus, armed with a sharpened sense of stupidity, I flip open the exam booklet.
And I nearly wet my pants. I knew these questions! And, luckily enough, studied them extensively. That was a relief, something I needed badly.

So many things to write, so little time. I might write another one again tomorrow.

Aaaaallrighty then! - Ace Ventura, Pet Detective

2005-10-22T23:50:00.000+13:00

When you have insomnia, you're never really asleep... and you're never really awake...

Its 12.13am. Can't sleep. Typed out a lil post yesterday but wasn't too bothered to put it up yet.
Anyways, here it is.

21/10/05

Had another weird dream last nite. Its becoming more and more frequent...
Thing is, I can't remember the dream exactly, I can just.. well, sort of feel things...
You know how sometimes, without seeing, hearing, or touching someone, you can almost tell who that person is? It was kind of like that.
But even though I felt familiarity, there was also something else there
(Feelings are hard to describe, as I'm sure everyone knows)
It was a sense of hopelessness, as if I'd lost the will to somehow connect myself to that feeling of familiarity.
And then I felt... someone.
This part gets fuzzy. Why? Because I can't explain how i felt. And because I can't remember. I would elaborate more, but its proving too labourous, and I gotta get back to studying.

Cheerio

22/10/05, 23/10/05

Emo rantings and one sided conversations

Sleep is good. Insomnia is bad. My brain is fried. Exams suck.
So many things on my mind, besides the exams. My mind is a mess.
I wish I could organise myself. Or even part of myself.
Feeling so incomplete. So useless. So... lost...

But these are just feelings. I shrug them off. Back to the books.
You know what, screw the books. I have no passion to study. Not right now anyway. I don't even know what I'm doing.

I think I need therapy.

Whats wrong with me?
I don't know, maybe we should ask someone else?
I'm pretty sure I can handle my own feelings by myself..
Fair enough, just don't emotionally scar yourself or anything
You know I won't
Really?
Well...
Yeah, remember that time... what was it about then.. 'love'? Yeah, it was that, wasn't it?
I think so... I can't remember
Don't lie to me, you can't lie to your own subconcious mind, you idiot
Be quiet, you're being irritating... like...
Like what? huh?
Like an..an anal wart
... Ouch...
Sorry
Don't worry I've had worse insults thrown at me
Really? Who else would insult you?
I wouldn't really say 'who', but a part of a 'who'... other parts of your whacked up psyche that is
Right...
Oh where were we? Love! Thats right!
Yeah. So what about it?

Its amazing what one can churn out of ones mind at this time of night/morning.
So. Love. The only thing in the world that is impossible to define. Impossible for me anyway.

Y'know, I remember as a 14 year old, how confused I used to be about 'love'.
I mean, I used to like this girl. Was that love? Heck, I don't know.
Then I liked this other girl. Was that love too? Not a clue.
And then another. And another. Hormones got the better of me.
But I was too young to realise it. I was brash and foolish. I couldn't help it.
I always used to think, that maybe if you 'loved' someone so much that they'd love you back. Or if you prefer the term, 'like', instead of 'love'.
But of course that would turn out to be quite untrue. I won't go into the details. You have to find out for yourself.
But, consequently, you could say I've been... skeptical of 'love'.
I mean, yeah sure, if 2 people are in love with each other, then thats great, I'm sure its the bestest best best thing to have.
But I don't even know what it is. How am I to experience it?
Do I even have to know what love is to experience it?
Some may say yes, some may say no. Some may just look at what I've written and worry for my sanity.
But there is no right, and no wrong, just popular opinion.

I'm going to have to leave it there. Maybe I can sleep now. This blog seems to be therapeutical in nature. However, still too many questions and too few answers.

You're insane...
NO, YOU ARE!
- Conversation between Tyler Durden, and the narrator, from Fight Club. They are both one and the same person.

*N.B. I've written the blog to be like it should be, raw, random, and direct. It may sound crazy, and somewhat weird to some, but I can assure you, I'm not suicidal/insane/bipolar/schizophrenic/diagnosed with any mental illness. Exept for stupidity, if it were deemed a mental illness that is.

2005-09-30T23:59:00.000+12:00

'Scientists reveal physics behind sandcastles!'

'Members of the public do not give a crap'
'Local blogger slaps self and questions sanity of the scientists'

Ah well, I've heard of stupider things I guess...
Anyways, this might be the last time I blog, until exams are over
I might throw in whatever I can whenever I have the time
But it entirely depends on me finishing assignments and actually studying for tests and the final exams

I would write about feminism, since I'm doing it as a topic for my philosophy essay, but its too much effort typing everything down again.

Basically the philosopher in question is Simone de Beauvoir.
"One is not born, but rather, becomes a woman"
She argues that throughout history women are seen as the deviation, the abnormality of man.
Society deems one to be a woman as soon as one is born.
As long as its biologically certain, one is already given a 'title' of 'female'.
After being deemed 'female', one is supposed to become a 'woman' by following the influences of the society of the time.
This changes alot, as can be seen today.
50 years ago, a womans place would be in the house, cleaning, cooking, taking care of the children, you know the drill.
But nowadays, women are becoming more and more like men.
You know, supermums. Part time worker, part time housekeeper.
And, on the other side of the coin, the men.
Metrosexuals as we call'em.
Men, so into fashion and makeup, who clothe themselves so that they can look and emulate the opposite sex, not necessarily to attract them.
Pink shirts. Tight pants. What. The. F*ck.

Society defines who we are. And we can't do jack all about it.
Except maybe cry a little.
Go ahead.
Its okay to cry if you're a girl.
If you're a guy, you're a homo.

Now, I may be a bit prejudiced against this, but its how society has raised me.
Ok, well I can't blame everything on society, I just like making fun of things.
Note that I don't mean anything that I say, so if you really are gay, don't be offended. Homo.

But yeah, in 18th century France or something, apparently it was a fashionable thing to wear pink and also high heels or some kind of fancy schmancy shoe. Maybe clogs or something, I don't know.
Maybe its having a comeback? Like some 100 year old summer fashion clothing range.
But anyway before I get caught up in the debate over guys wearing pink shirts and tight pants thing, I'd just like to say one thing : Dialectical change.

If you're familiar with Hegel and the Dialectic, then you'll know what I'm talking about.
Basically, its the synthesis of 2 conflicting 'things' into a new type of 'thing' incorporating aspects from both the old 'things'.
Its hard to explain cuz Hegel was a bitch who didn't like to write simply.
But, maybe this is like the Dialectic.

Synthesise A and B, you get C. And all is fine.
Until D comes along. Then synthesis C and D.
You get E.
Wash, rinse, and repeat.

Men are becoming more like women, and women are becoming more like men.
This is how the older generation views it.
But to the newer generations, it is all just the same to them. They will not see how it has changed from the old generation until a newer generation appears.
Slowly, it will creep upon the older generation and take over.
A cycle. Over and over again, it will happen.
A resurgence of an 'old' fashion, into something new.
Its only new because society has adapted and changed it. Synthesised it.

So, society is kinda like an animal.
According to Darwin, its called evolution.
Changing its shape and thinking according to the conditions.
But evolution never takes one step back.
So will we ever reach a peak of civilisation?

Heck, I probably won't be around to find out.
I've written too much already.
Damn you philosophy.
Damn you.

Quote of the day : "Free Shit Friday has left me faithless and broken... I will never be the same again..."
Sleep acquired : 5 1/2 hours, approximate
Current fatigue rating : 178/10

2005-09-27T21:45:00.000+12:00

Oh no, Hans Brix?!

I do not have any weapons of mass destwuction okay, Hans?
- Kim Jong Il, Team America: World Police puppet

Thats the quote of the day, from an incredibly funny movie that is Team America.
For those not in the know, Kim Jong Il was voiced by Trey Parker, who intended him to be an authentic Asian by switchin 'L's with 'R's and all 'R's with 'W's.
No doubt it has caused a ruckus by basically insulting terrorists, Kim Jong Il, Michael Moore ( might I add, who was stuffed with ham before he was blown up, hence the incredibly meaty explosion in the movie ), F.A.G.s and Matt Damon... need I say more?

Anyways, its been a good weekend.
Got up to the Whakapapa Ski Fields.
Snowboarded. Alot. Pinnacles. Rock Garden. Centennial.
What can be learned from the weekend?
Rocks + Snowboard + High speeds = Bail X Pain

Overall, got back to uni today, a bit sore, but I survived. Barely.
So tired.
Lab tomorrow. F*ck.

Heraclitus. Presocratic philosopher.
"Everything is in a state of flux."
"War and strife between opposites is the eternal condition of the universe."
His conception of metaphysics was not very detailed, and vague, but at the time, was probably quite a hype. Indeed, it is a very basic conception, not clearly the whole thing though.
His writing was quite similar to that of Lao Tzu ( which means Old Master or something like that ), you know, Ying Yang, good vs. evil, dark vs. light, that kinda thing.
There can't be one without the other.
Perpetual chaos.
Does it happen inside of you as well?
Sometimes, when you know you should be feeling happy, but feel... stupidly sad?
I can't explain it.

Imagine, for every happy person that you see today, there's someone who is equally as sad.
For every person thats rich, there's another thats equally as poor.
For every terrorist, theres a soldier.
For every sausage, there is a hot dog bun.
And it goes on.
Does it work that way I wonder?
Otherwise, don't you think by now that we would already have achieved a total state of peace and harmony in the world?
But I stray. I'll be quiet.

Well, I'm off for now.

Song of the day : Ronery - Kim Jong Il
Post rating : 6.5/10 - Philosophical references, movie references, not enough jokes, mismatched theme (Team America + inaccurate Presocratic philosophy)
Quote of the day :
Gary: 9/11 times a 100?! My god thats... thats...
Spottswoode: Yes... ninety one thousand and a hundred...
*Later on*
Gary: 9/11 times a 1000? My god thats...thats...
Chris: Thats right... Nine hundred and eleven thousand...
*Even later on*
Chris: 9/11 times 2356? My god thats... thats... I don't even know what that is!
Kim Jong Il: Nobody does!
Me: ...2,146,316?

2005-09-18T02:40:00.000+12:00

Fix you - Coldplay

When you try your best but you don't succeed,
When you get what you want but not what you need,
When you feel so tired but you can't sleep,
Stuck in reverse...

And the tears come streaming down you face,
When you lose something you can't replace,
When you love someone but it goes to waste,
Could it be worse?

Lights will guide you home
And ignite you bones
And I will try,
To fix you...

I don't know why, but I just love that song. Hear it for yourself.
Sigh, I miss her.
Its raining outside. Again.
As I'm typing this up, its nearly 3am, and I'm half asleep.
I really should be doing this in the morning, but I just felt compelled to sit at the com and write this.

...Ok heck, I don't even know what to write about, most of the time i write about crap anyway!
Oh well, I'll just try to highlight the weeks events.

1. Elections : Labour seems to be in the lead so far, althought Nationals not trailing to far behind *Gets punched and mauled by Chris, Nick, and other National supporters* Its quite amazing, the Greens have more votes than Act, even though Acts done like massive campaigning... Just goes to show ya, politics are unpredictable. Stay away from it. I'm serious. No, really, I am. Really.
2. Laura's birthday : Happy birthday Laura! Hope ya liked the prez! And just, noting here, I suck at buying presents! So does JieChuang by the way :P hope you liked the cards though!
3. Jayjays birthday : Happy birthday Jayjay! Sorry i couldn't go to your place, was knackered the whole day! Although, chances are you won't be reading this so... oh well, sorry anyway...
4. Craigs birthday : Coming soon. Check with your local booze hag for details. No complimentaries.
5. I've run out of birthdays to talk about, so I'll just note here that my birthday is on the 12th of February. Expect presents within a week. No, I will not pay for my own postage. Cash, cheques, bank transfers accepted. Supports SafeTrader and Paypal.
5. Ok I was joking about the above ^ but anyway, Liverpool vs. Man Utd.!!! Tomorrow night, 10.55pm (NZ time)! Wouldn't miss it for the world. Cept if i was sleeping. Sleep is good.
6. Currently listening to : Enrique Iglesias. Wait. What. The. *Bleep*. Why do I even have his song on my comp?!! Holy crap I think my computers become gay! Hmm that explains the purple and gold highlights...
7. Prt o keybord melted. Lit fire to it to brn geynezz out of it. cnnot uze zom keyz. I um hungry. Thor wunt zundwich.

Pic of ze duy:

Helth : 0 % (the three button doezn't verc)
Ekvipment : Melted keybord. Inzenity. Chocolet. Lotz of it.
Reting : High. No ectuely, itz juzt ztupid. */10 (three button ztil not verking. Hez melted into my hend. Ouch.)

O vell, gote zleep now, nite guyz!

2005-09-07T16:07:00.000+12:00

The colour is grey.

The sky. Grey like the shades of black and white.
I lie down on the grass.
Comfy?
Yeah, i guess.
I settle down with my hands entwined behind my head, elevated just above tiny blades of grass that so graciously provide us with oxygen.
I take a deep breath. Air.
Into my lungs. Then out. In. Out.
I am face to face with the sky again.

Hi.
No reply.
Not in a mood to talk? Look a bit dark and moody there.

Pat. I hope to God that that wasn't a bird flying by who decided it was convenient to relieve itself on me.
Pat. Right on the nose.
Rain?
Pat. Pat. Pat.
Rain.
No thunder. Just rain.

Get up. You'll get wet. Catch a cold. Be sniffling all day. Get up.
Nah, I think I'll stay. I like it here.
But it'll get cold. You don't like cold, remember?
Yeah, so? I just... wanna feel the rain falling on me.
Retard.
Shut up.
You'll be sorry.
Fuck you.

And the debate ended there.
Let the raindrops fall on me.
It fell. Softly. Slowly. Cold.
The raindrops fell faster.
More and more, as if the sky were crying in an almost incurable sadness, encompassing my entire being.

Freedom. Is this freedom? Is this happiness, joy, content?

I've felt like this before.
When?
When I was alone.
Then isn't it loneliness? Seclusion?
No. Altogether an entire different feeling.
Then what is it?
Hakuna Matata.
What?
Hakuna Matata. It means no worries.
...Retard.

*End transcript*

Yeah, well that just came out of my mind
After reading Chuck Palahniuks book, Fight Club, I've been writing like that.
Don't worry, I'm still sane :D I think...
And yes, it might be a bit random, but I figure its a good space filler
Thats just a part of the story btw (if you can call it a story...)
I didn't wanna type the rest of it in, just in case people get bored of it.
Feel free to criticise all you want.

Ah, well, theres nothing really that I wanna divulge at the moment, so I think I'll just leave it there.

Will try to post before the holidays end though.

Later.

2005-08-25T21:01:00.000+12:00

Let dreams be dreams

Its a song by Jack Johnson, basically about not letting your dreams be dreams.
As much as that makes sense =)

Anyways, I've been having weird dreams lately.
Well not exactly weird, just... reminiscent dreams i guess.
I've been missing people back in Malaysia for so long.
Not one day goes by when i think of what would have happened if i didn't leave for NZ.
Would I have been happier? Maybe, but I'm happy here too, although it was a bit rough adjusting. The feeling when i was first here, was just... painful. I missed everyone so much. So damn much. Don't get me wrong here, the people here are nice, i couldn't ask for better friends, coming into a new country and all. But it just wasn't the same.

Heh, so yeah it did suck pretty bad.

Knowing all your friends were having fun at school, doing form 3 (which is like 5th form in NZ), and having groups of friends hanging out at the mall or just plain bumming round someones place. I still do the same things here of course, but then again... its just the feeling of being with your people, your friends, the ones you've known for so long. It just wasn't the same.

Anyway, back to dreams.

Dreamt of someone that i haven't seen in a long time.
I wish i could see her again. Or to even hear the sound of her voice.
Or both, which would be preferable of course.
I can't recall much of the dream, except that i was holding her close.
Felt like i couldn't let go, i didn't want to let go...
It was so vivid, so.. goddamnd real, it was as if the dream weren't a dream
But then again, it was so real it felt...unreal...
I'm going round in circles again haha
= / Tho i wish i could see her right now...
Sigh, but as things might have it, i think she's already got a boyfriend.
Well i just hope he takes care of her and treats her right.
Guess she'd be better off with him anyway...
Hmm its her birthday coming up soon, wonder what i should get her?

...Wow, how'd i get so sappy so quickly?! Gotta shake it off....

Ah well. As the depression sets in, I am forced to think of some comedic circumstance whereby my integrity is admonished by either myself, or by another sadistic individual. Thus, the following piece was produced.

*Caution : The transcript you are about to view is in no way true, the characters are fictional and should not be taken seriously... although feel free to laugh/critique/bitch at it if you want*

DreamGirl : Hold me darling, hold me closer...
Me : Don't worry baby, I'll hold you, and we'll be together forever...
DreamGirl : Oh, darling... Kiss me, kiss me like you've never kissed befo-
UnknownAssailant : -re you miss the bus stupidass!
Me : Whu-
UnknownAssailant : You're gonna miss the bus foo, wake up!
Me : Is.. is tha you Mr. T? I thought the A-Team wuz-
*CRACK! POW!*
UnknownAssailant : WTF man you been drinking again?! Get your sorry ass up before i start havin to pop a cap in ya dome!"
Me : ... Fiddy cent?
*CRASH! WHIZZBANG! KA-BLAM*
Me : Holy shit, you ain't Fiddy!... Nick?! Get out Nick, you ass! (Nicks my bro btw)
*Checks the clock*
Me : ITS FRIGGIN 5am IN THE FRIGGIN MORNING WTF DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!?!?!??!?!
Nick : Eheheh... uh, happy good morning! *Runs off*
Me : I'll kill you later you *bleep* *bleep*ing *bleep*!

*End transcript*

Alright well i'll just wrap it up but i just gotta say a few things
1. Ok, so maybe i was sappy, just don't give me shit
2. I really have a bro named Nick (and 2 others, Kevin and Alex)
3. It rained while i was walking back from the bus stop. But somehow, the sun shined when i got back indoors. Damnd weather. Bet you God's messing with me.
3. I hate catching the bus
4. Its 11pm and I'm hungry
5. I can't count

Well, its good night from me for now!

Song of the day : Dido - Here With Me
Quote of the day : For me, falling in love is like walking into a door. It f***ing hurts the first time.

2005-08-18T18:21:00.000+12:00

...The wind rises electric. She's soft and warm and almost weightless.
Her perfume is sweet promise that brings tears to my eyes.
I tell her that everything will be alright; that I'll save her from whatever she's scared of and take her far far away.
I tell her that I love her.

*Silenced gunshot*

The silencer makes a whisper of the gunshot.
I hold her close until she's gone.
I'll never know what she was running from...

I'll cash her check in the morning.

That was the opening scene in Frank Millers Sin City.
It was beautiful. Now i can't stop talking in short sentences.
I love that movie. Sex, violence, corruption, good cop, bad cop.
Well, mostly bad cops, but hey, there were a couple of good ones. I think.

Anyways, whats been up?
Well, university essays, laboratory sessions, and tutorials.
Yep. Philosophy essays = brain death. Its a well known fact.
I get Descartes, and Hobbes and Rosseau, and Plato, but now we're moving on to Hegel and Feuerbach, and I'm just plain confuzzled. Thats right. Confuzzled is a word. It really is. Go check your dictionary. Do it. Do it.

Feeling : Empty, sarcastic, tired.
Searching for : Bed. Who knew falling into one required aim.
Current thoughts : *blank*
Picture of the day:

Health : 67%
Magic Power : 40%
Stamina : -34%
Status : Fatigue, poison, confuzzled (its a real word dammit!)

Song of the day : Theme from Spirited Away

Well I'm off for now gotta catch up with well deserved sleep.
I'll post some philosophy crap tomorrow so i can mess with your minds.
Heh.
Nite!

2005-07-27T22:23:00.000+12:00

Mickey: D'ya like dags?
Tommy: Dags?
Mickey:Yeah, dags
Tommy: ... oh, u mean dogs? Course i like dags. I like caravans better.
... fuckin pikeys...

above is an excerpt from Snatch, a film by Guy Ritchie. The films got... well, swearing aside (its an English film :p) brilliant dialogue. Like Lock, Stock, and 2 Smoking Barrels. Oh, by the way, Pikey = Irish gypsy, neither here nor there, and almost not understandable in their speech :D.

Anyways, back to other things.

Had a pretty good start to uni (the schizophrenia is wearing off... well, sorta), pretty much don't need to sort out much as of yet. Spent last nite trying to figure out papers i should take on 2nd and 3rd year, boy that was a mission. But i'm pretty much leaning to more chem, a lil bit of bio, psych, and philosophy. Weird combo, i know, but i'm thinking those papers would help me get into forensics easier.

Met a girl (lets call her Jen) in philosophy today, and by Zeus, she's smart. Well, in an abstract sort of way. Deep thinkin, y'know.
*Caution, ranting ahead, you have been warned*

Well, our conversation basically just revolved around human nature, why we do the things we do. According to Aristotle, every being has a purpose. Like a chair. A chairs purpose is to be sat on. But, dependin on what type of chair, their purpose might be different. Like a couch. Technically it could be a chair. But its also a couch, u could (depending on how big you are) lie down on it and sleep.

Now then, what is the human beings purpose? Well, although there are many different "sub-purposes", ultimately, humans are in this world to pursue happiness. Happiness cannot clearly be defined, as each individual has a different perception to what happiness is. Like Dr. Evil. He's happy with doing evil things, eating ice cream, and playing with laser gun wielding sharks. But to others, their happiness could be money, love, you get it. Everything we do basically is done to further our pursuit of happiness. I work to get money. Money used for spending on food. Food + Me = Happiness. =D

But then we talk about the really eeeevil people, like Hitler. I mean, why would he want to proceed with the mass destruction of Jews? What kind of motive/freakd out form of happiness was he trying to pursue? The guy deserved a pineapple shoved up his ass. And syphillis. Unless somehow he appeased his soul as he tried to implement his super society where everyone has blonde hair and blue eyes (heck, he himself didn't have blonde hair and blue eyes, idiot...) by killing the Jews, its hard to find a rational explanation for his actions. Surely it must have been to pursue some form of happiness, but to wat extent would a person go to to achieve contentment?

So yeah, happiness. Happiness. The cause of everything. The be all, and end all. Happiness could be death, could be life, could be your girlfriend/boyfriend, could be a million bucks, could be a PhD in something, could be laser gun sharks, heck it could be your lunch tomorrow.

Wow, thats fucked up. I've typed total shit.

To compensate, i'll put in a short little something
Jay: While we're discussing Saurons appearance I'd just like to say-
John: Well, Jay, i'm going to have to interrupt u there purely because i want you to stop talking. Now, my research has found that they actually used Pete Jacksons eye as the model for Sauron in the Lord of the Rings films.
Jay: What in the hell are you talking about?
John: Thats actually Peter Jacksons eye. He's Australian so he has reptilian pupils.

Jay: ...
John: Its a well known fact that Australians are at least half reptile. Some have even been known to be a third reptile.
Jay: Dude, thats just total bullshit. Anyway, Peter Jacksons not even from Australia. He's from New Zealand.
John : Well, maybe we'll agree to disagree. Anyway, I've heard rumors that maybe they'll show the rest of Saurons body in the last film, The Return of The Jedi. Y'know, i've always pictured him as a fat guy wit a humongous eye. Like so
John: I'm pretty sure they modelled him after the bic guy.
Jay: ...

End transcript.

Well, another fruitless blog =P but o well, filled up my time =D L8r!

Song of the day : Dakota - Stereophonics
Food item for the day : Ma Higgins Choc Chip Cookies

2005-07-17T19:25:00.000+12:00

Oh. Dear. Me. University. Joy.

Well, its back to uni! Well, first thing tomorrow that is... I don't even have my books yet, and i dont even know where my lectures are gonna be held. Which means, if i don't get my act together, i'm screwed.
Like the cat.

Oh well. On to more interesting crap.
Hmm i wonder if German people spell crap with a 'K'... Krap... didn't they come up with that word or something? hmm... yay, more worthless research to be done!

Stuff I did in the week(s) that was:
1. Watched the longest yard. It was a pretty good movie, albeit sickening sometimes ( gay male prisoners doing cheerleading dance, not a nice sight X-@ ) But some parts were pretty funny. Now i'm gonna call everyone McAssholes =D You'll know about it if u saw the movie.
2. Played Doom 3. Yeah so mayb i was playing Doom 3 and neglecting the blog, but i couldn't help myself... its a good, eerie game *geeky voice* heeheehyuk *snort* clockd it in 6 1/2 hours. Now hand me my dual lightsabres, and we shall emulate the Battle of the Pollukas in comic book no. 763 of The Adventures of Zygon : Man Warrior..Prince...Alien thingy.. yeah, zzhhhhwing!
3. Continued speaking in strange accents to people. Managed to make people think i was Scottish! Heheh Aye laddy! Got smashed my some samoans for that. Why?... well, do they really need a reason to smash someone? Heck i could be tying my shoelaces a different way and they'd smash me for that. Luckily they were only 11 or 12, otherwise i could've been beaten up pretty bad. It still hurts.
4. Fantastic. Although the movie was just...average i guess. Jessica Alba *drools*.
5. Scarlett Johansson *drools*
6. Elisha Cuthbert *drools*
7. ( Insert name of young hot actress here ) *drools*

In other news, that new Harry Potter book is out... whatsitsname... um, Hairy Poofter and the Half-Brood Wince or something along those lines. Yes, uh, i was told that by um my 10 year old brother, while i was doing stuff like, uh, jumping out of a burning building after saving a baby from the uh burning, i mean, fire, yeah, u know, manly action packd stuff...

Oh yeah. And the cat that was clinging for its life on the branch? Well, its survived the fall ( they always land on all of their goddamnd fours! ). Unfortunately it was caught trespassing over the border to Mexico. And, as law has it, all cats who walk over borders without a collar or a passport must be executed. The photo above illustrates the savage beating the cat got for its insubordination. It was either that or the electric collar. The cat deserved it. Never has there been a case like this. Ever. Never ever.

And, with the dawning realisation that i have just written total bullshit for this blog, I'll be signing off =P will try to blog every few days or week!

Ciao!

2005-07-05T00:52:00.000+12:00

Independence Day

... is what i'm watchin as i type out this post, and has no relation to the topic ( topic? what topic?) whatsoever...
Ah, so, the weekend was good, worked a double shift ( 16 hours XD crazy shit ) and then went to Matts 'R' themed party, dressed up as one of the Reservoir Dogs ( its a good movie, by Quentin Tarantino, although it is a bit short, watch it sometime ). So basically i had a suit, a tie, aviators, toy gun, a cig ( and i don't smoke, so i had to mug some homeless guy for it ) and a zippo lighter. And for all that, i was nearly awarded having the worse costume ( c'mon people! ) but at least i got points for the aviators =P. Will post pic of it after i get it off Matt.
At the end of the party, helped out Jarrod after we found out that his tyres were completely flat, probably done by some stupid nutfucker out there who gets kicks out of letting the air out of peoples tyres ( honestly, do people have nothing else to do? ). It was a cold night, incredibly cold, and i intelligently left my jacket in my car as i rummaged around the car to look for tools to get the tyres off the car ( initially we thought he had only one flat, but found out after that he actualy had 2, thats right, 2 flat front tyres, which was pretty much how we figured out it was done by some dumbass ). So Jarrod called up the breakdown people, while we waited. I could've gone back to my car for the jacket, but by that time, the frostbite had settled in, so it was kinda hard to move. And so we waited. Just me, Sarah, Jarrod ( Matt returned to the comfort of his bed soon after State was called ). It was cold. I wanted Sarahs jacket. I could have left. But i didn't. Heck, I could've been at the Shed. But i didn't. Why?... well thats classified. Anyway, the super-guy-with-cool-gadgets-man came and got the tyres sorted. Got back at like 4 somthin in the morn. Managed to trip over a pot, slam the door, and fall on the floor ( i missed the bed ok? my aim isn't too good in complete darkness... )
Went to church at bout 9.30. Snored during the sermon. Got a wooden cross thrown at me. Took me 2 hours to get the splinters out. Slept with some splinters embedded into my skull.
Well ok, so maybe the latter didn't happen, but i needed to write some stupid shit in this post =P
I also need to rethink my life... I don't really have a clear picture of what i wanna be, what kind of career im lookin for... at this stage i could be anything, forensic scientist, management consultant, exotic dancer ( okay maybe not that one... ), but i don't know what i'll end up with... I mean i want what everyone wants of course : good pay, good workers, easy job etc. But you don't always get what you want. In fact, most of the time, i get jackshit. Thats why i don't have high expectations for things... which kinda sucks i guess. But yeah, currently doing psychology, philosphy, and biology papers, hoping to get into something along the lines of forensics or management consulting ( problem solving areas ). And if all else fails, i'm running away and joining the circus ( no shit guys, theres good money in it! ). Ah well, time for bed.. will tell of more stories some other time...
Adios

Song of the day : Lifehouse - Spin
Post rating : Mediocre (thats right, i rate my own posts)

2005-06-29T23:07:00.000+12:00

Rambo : First Blood

... Thats who I'm dressing up as to the party... its either that or Rove ( comedian/talk show host), Raybon Kan (comedian), Roger Rabbit, (texas) Ranger, Ronald McDonald, R2D2, Ringo Starr, (Pot) Roast, the Riddler, Russel Crowe, aRnold Schwarzenwatsit ( Yea i know it starts with an 'A', but its sounds like an 'R' *say it with me, ARRRRRnold* =P) or just a plain ol retard... And yeah i'm not exactly gonna pour money into it, so i'll jst get some military pants, boots, a green tank top, a red bandana, and i'm set... An automatic machine gun would help actually =D
Ah well i said i'd do a more insightful post the next time, but meh, i'm watching eating media lunch so i can't really be bothered..
Watchd Anchorman: The Legend Of Ron Burgundy again, its incredibly funny =) "Afternoon Delight!" (only those who've watched the movie would probably understand what it means =P)
And i watchd scrubs ( this was while i was working ), love the show... holy heck i watch alot of TV, i should cut down... but then where would i get humour material from? AH well, i guess i'll just have to bear with it =D
Well on to more news :
Old lady attacked by petrol... reports indicate that the petrol "lashed out at her from the pump in an apparent angry fit"... police have begun an investigation into the incident... Seargant Soljer of the Academy Police has only given out a statement, "We are currently trying to find out the petroleums motive for being so incredibly volatile in its actions but the community may rest assured that this matter is in good hands". The incident follows a spate of 'petrol attacks' as citizens call it, and has raised fears among the jittery public.
"What if it got into my eye? Or what would happen if i actually ingested such petrol?" states concerned citizen Mr. Dropnuts.
"Its a damn right disgrace they sell it to us in the first place, goddamned otto-mobil-whatsits users... kars? mottosaikals? We don't need those!"*jumps on horse* "HYAH!" quotes farmer Joe Brown.
*News update* Judge Judee Dredd has just recently sentenced the petroleum in the alleged attack ( known as 91 octane) to 3 days imprisonment into the tank of a lawn mower which will be used to mow the lawn of the victim, who wishes to remain unnamed. "That way, 91 octane will be put to better use. Its a prison sentence, community service and a death sentence all rolled into one." It is unknown if 2 stroke oil will be used.Above : After they ran out of planes, kamikaze pilots weren't considered much of a threat. Japanese Minister of War Fukurcountryup Ichiarmpits states, "D'oh!"
And thats from me for the day... i just realised how whacked up this blog is...
O well publish it anyway, maybe it'll trigger some sort of reaction *ahem* use the goddamnd msg box *ahem*... so dats its from me, will post... insightful blog tomorrow... Yeah right =p

Song of the day : One Call Away - Chingy

2005-06-27T23:47:00.000+12:00

Aye, they not be whale people, they be the Welsh!

Its the Welsh! I finally figured it out after pondering on it for ... well, i just woke up with it, i can't believe i was so stupid as to not know what the people from Wales are called ( no offence to the whale peopl- i mean uh welsh =D ).
O yeah and driving while your windows fogged up is not a good idea, always get the air conditioning on kids! No, seriously, i think i nearly hit the paper boy ( he was useless anyway, always came a day late... ) but i think he just got ruffled, a tad bit =D i knew what i was doing! Maybe now he'll go back home, and realise the error of his paper delivering ways... And hopefully he'll resolve to deliver papers on time now. Ah, how i love helping people change for the better by threatening their livelihood and wellbeing!
Also watched Batman Begins today, farking ( I've resolved to swear less nowadays...) good movie, and now i want a batmobile! It uses a 5.7 v8 chevy engine, goes 0-60 in less than 6 secs, maxes out at 106miles/hr, and it comes in black! Oh yea and the movie was good too.
Qui-Gonn Jin was good ( what? his names not Qui-Gonn Jin? then who the fuck is he? Liam what? ) and its so weird how Star Wars draws parallels with Batman!In fact i'm pretty sure the little "Fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate, hate leads to shit with the dark side, so stay the fuck ( i did say i'll TRY to swear less ) away from it" philosophy was used. I think Bruce got angry at bats so decided to become one of them to infiltrate their ranks to the highest order and to assasinate the BatKing! Well, i think that was the ulterior motive anyway, and saving the girl and killing Qui-Gonn Jin and destroying his master plan were the bits on the side. Either that or he had to make his way up the ranks ( currently, he is only BatMan, not BatGeneral or BatSeargant )
It was also a bit weird how when Bruce Wayne becomes Batman he just dons the costume and lowers/screws up his voice ( he still retained the same lisp though... ). Oh and Christian Bale ( the guy who played Batman ) is Welsh! So we got whale people playing bats... yea okay i think that joke just dipped it, i'm gettin a bit rusty round the edges of the humour department... and i think some angry welsh people are gonna be round the door to get me with torches and pitchforks.
And i wonder whats goin on in malaysia? Hui Yings back in KL, so i suppose everyones having a good time, and i'm missing out =( not a day goes by that i don't think about what i'd be doing if i were back there... I could be doing anything... well not skiing or making snowmen, but you get the picture.
Since i'm wonderin around, i might as well wonder what other people did for the day... Sarah worked, Mathu and Moneel... probably blowing up something, pulling of Panamas. Steven worked ( i gotta be there to chip off the ice on the fountains in the morning! Like lil crystals n stuff ). Lauras probably studying. Matt... don't know... Dom, its his birthday! Happy birthday!( Although i don't know if you'll read this ) Probably celebrating, although his brother did try to get him a present ( Dom, unfortunately, had to pay for it lol cuz of reasons unclear to me, i think it was lack of funds on his brothers part... who buys $1600 mags?! ) but it was the thought that counts right? Speakin bout birthdays... Holy Shit what am i gonna as to Matts party? The theme is 'R' so any ideas would be much welcomed... and no, i'm not gonna go as a retard, a rapist, Russel Simmons, nor am i gonna go as a retractable penis so keep those ideas to yourself...
O well thats all from me for today i guess, i'll probably prepare a more meaningful subject tomorrow, seeing as theres less and less for me to write... Anyways, that be all, cheerio!

Song of the day : Mr Brightside - The Killers ( I still can't play the friggin song )

2005-06-26T23:45:00.000+12:00

Hey, so this is what blogging really is! Never really gave a thought to it til i saw some peoples' blogs, so i figured 'why the heck not?'... Alright well at the moment im suffering from a huge writing block so i'll just talk bout random stuff thats been going on... lets see...

The Lions vs. All Blacks - for those who don't know, the Lions comprises of Irish, English, Scots and uh... People from Wales, Wale people... (fucked if i know what they're calld, like Walesmen or Whales or somthin...) and the All Blacks is the New Zealand team. Basicly the Lions come by every few years (was it 2? i can't remember) and challenges the NZ team to rugby, and they have to make their way by beating all the other state teams. It's a pretty big thing over here, and the match was one of the best i've seen. Oh btw All Blacks beat The Lions 21-3!
Had to work on car - Great Knights of Columbus! Re-wiring the damned dashboard was no joke, it was as if someone had a bad curry spaghetti and shat all over the frickin cables! Took me hours jst to untangle them and sort them out! I'll move on to actually uncoupling and reconnecting the wires tomorrow.
The Lions vs. All Blacks - All Blacks won 21-3!!!
Tried to play Mr.Brightside - failed miserably, damned guitar tabs and acoustic guitar! Had to borrow my bros electric guitar to play cuz trying to play Mr.Brightside basically requires the 19th fret of the G string (No, not that kind of G string, you dirty bastards) which is virtually inaccessible to an acoustic guitar.
Manage to talk to Mei Yan, Harold, Josh - via msn, life sucks without them... but keepin in contact sucks, alot probably due on my part... but people move on and stuff, everyones got their friends, i've got mine (*walks into room* "Sup guys!" *people stare at me as they walk away slowly, another person dials 911 discreetly*). It kinda sucks knowing that u just probably missed a good 3 happy years of your life that you could've spent with them, instead of moving here... i mean the people here are nice and all, but it just doesn't feel right, its hard to describe and i suck at emotions (someone once told me " You're like an emotional sponge... You take in all the joy and happiness, sadness and mourning... and you still suck!" It took me sometime to figure out the joke in it, apparently it has something to do with sponges 'sucking' up things... my polite reply was succinct:"Dude, that analogy sucks"). Yea, so, big massive *sigh* there (Ah fuck the depressions settling in *brings out the alcohol*)
The Lions vs. All Blacks - have i mentioned this already?
Shit weather - its been down to 3 degrees celcius already, stupid weather, might as well engulf us all in a blizzard and kill us while your at it, mother nature.

Well i yam offf now, think i maay have drunkk a bit tooo much alchool, u fuckin bitch! Yea u heard me, mister alcohool@ ill killl u bt jmnoil