whoa - version 3 already?!
Here’s what happens when a guy gets bored after having his Hitman game crash on him several times, especially when he owns a camera and posesses some photoshop skills. Of course, you’ll probably think this is a blatant cover-up for my ninja skills (and you’re probably right), but whatever.
Crash la, Hitman. Crash some more. I’ll just go make a few more cool photos with my ninjutsu in action.
In case you don’t know, IMMS is the driving school in the Senadin area (where I live la, goblok). As most girls would say, boys will always be boys. My parents would totally not want to let me drive if they watch what I watched.
And Chin said it was okay okay only. Hell. It’s like, pure pwnage. Just look at the damn poster. Even that oozes with style.
Hell, no - vroom vroom vroom screeeeeech needs no translation whatsoever to sound cool.
Not to mention it’s set in Japan, for fark sakes. Land of the rising sun,perverts, train molesters, huge-ass porn (erm, art) industries, and motherland of the PlayStation 2. Not only does the movie ooze with style, it’s hot girls everywhere. Like seriously, everywhere. Quoting Scott (aka Anthony Goblok), “I have no idea how they managed to fit so many hot girls in one film, but they did. No matter what scene you look at, there’s always a hot girl somewhere~” I went, “It’s Japan, idiot. Everyone knows that there are only ninjas, samurai and hot girls in Japan.”
After the movie, we were all on Tokyo Drift High and went off to Nasi Lemak to have some teh tarik. On the way we made screeching noises everytime we made a turn, and yelled “OVERTAKE OVERTAKE” everytime there’s a shiny looking car. We’re lucky we didn’t get in a car accident, especially as crazy as we were. We then spent the next half-hour or so sitting at Nasi Lemak talking about cars. Seriously, that’s how effective a good movie is. Behold the power of the media.
Then as we were leaving, Scott malu himself only. He reverse reverse then suddenly engine mati. ^_^ Not Tokyo Drift High anymore. Turns out he forgot to release his handbrake. Seriously that goblok. Bah, how to drift if cannot even reverse out of parking properly? =P
Then Kroll taught Scott how to do what he called burnout. Push down accelerator all the way when you have clutch pushed down, then suddenly release the clutch. Quite fun also, burning some rubber like that. Screeeeeeeeeech then vroooom. The car stank for a while after that, though.
Bah whatever. I ask Scott to bring me to IMMS tomorrow. Jaga you Miri drivers. Karang I drift at Senadin roundabout then you know. ^.^
Aye - I be watchin’ the movie Pirates of the Caribbean, and I be likin’ it much. The lass Keira Knightly be hot like the sand of the beaches of an island in Medi- Medi-… the sea ‘tween Spain and Africa, and the fellow Johnny Depp (or at least Jack Sparrow which he plays) be undeniably cool. Pirates of the Caribbean 2 be showin’ sometime soon, an’ I be sure to go with me mateys to watch it.
Ahem. Okay. Enough pirate talk for a while. Besides, I’m a ninja, not a pirate. Although pirates are cool in their own sense. And yeah, the movie is great. I seriously liked it, a lot. Jack Sparrow’s seemingly idiotic attitude seriously makes him damn cool when he does cool stuff. It’s like, not seeming to give a damn about the stuff you do, and then suddenly excelling at them - that’d seriously piss a few people off. Muahaha.
Internet is suddenly working fine again, for some reason. Hopefully it’ll stay that way.
Scott has gone all emo today because we ran into this girl from Brunei which he knows. Apparently she’s going back to Brunei and he’s whining about not being able to go with her. (Listen up, people - we have a scandal in the making here. Remember, I don’t spread rumours - I create them) Aww. I feel for him, but that’s how life is. ^_^
Well, let’s see - I have my laundry piling up, there are ants on the wall, I need to boil some water, and I still have my CRTS essay to finish up. (Well, actually - to start off) It’s due on Thursday, so I’ll have to do something about it by tomorrow. Apparently doing last minute work is more motivaing than doing it early - especially since you’re not rewarded for doing it early. Hell, last-minute workers often end up beating those who finish early anyway. I be laughing at them - the whole lot of them. Aye, I be.
Ahem.
Now that my webhost’s MySQL servers are up, and hopefully for good - I can finally get some entries posted. For some reason the links in the sidebar got messed up temporarily yet, and now it’s all right again. That, plus my interweb connection is still acting gay for no good reason. I called up tech support multiple times, went through their futile efforts to try to solve the problem they assumed was on my side of the line (which I am undoubtedly sure is not), and convinced them (probably) with my ninja skills of deception (and persuasion) that the problem was server-side. It makes sense if you think about it - the internet connection goes really slow for no good reason on Sunday, then it becomes uber fast (as it should be) on Monday morning, then turns slow yet again after that, and has been slow like that ever since. All the while nothing has been changed - none of the settings have been changed at all.
Now that I’m done ranting about the crappy internet (damn deja vu), let’s talk about yesterday. Yesterday was, in one word - cold. In two words - cold and crazy. Apparently there was crazy-ass huge wind blowing around the Senadin area and at Curtin. That actually explains why the toilet doors were so damn noisy Sunday night. Bang bang bang bang bang. I thought there was a damn burglar or ghost or something stupid retarded. =\
I tumpang Scott’s car yesterday morning, and the moment we reached Curtin, before we even parked the car, we saw this:
WTF indeed. The winds were that rough ka? o.O Scary also. So whatever la, we got off the car and walked up to the library… then zomg. Yet another casualty.
I quickly walked up closer for a closer shot from a different angle.
Here’s what it looked like at the end of the day, after our classes:
Oh, the botakness. So we walked on… Hoping to find more fallen trees. That, and we don’t really have anything much to do. Then we walked across this:
Yep, yet another uprooted by the wrath of nature the night before. This one is near the lake, after G3. Warrgh. And no, we’re not going anywhere - we just thought the hostel area was a nice place to walk around while we try to spot… Fallen trees. Yeah, fallen trees. And spot a fallen we did:
Rough winds ahoy, indeed. The rest of the day was damn damn boring. Kroll, Scott and I ended up lepak around the library area while we waited for our IT lecture. IT lecture… sucked. There was no air conditioning, the projector wasn’t working, and Ms Sylvia was yelling at everyone. =.=” That among other reasons.
So whatever, we lepak outside the library area after the lecture (which ended early), listening to a hobo talk to his dead squirrel about a lot of money, among other weird and unmentionable things (I value my life, you know). Kroll’s dad picked him up a while later, so Chin and I tumpang Scott’s car go home also. And that, is the end of that. If you want continuation, scroll up and reread the damn post.
By the way - we just found out from Urban Dictionary that Kroll is a gay mating dance. O.o
So what’s wrong with this picture?
Look closely.
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Now look again:
Welcome to the best day of my life since I came to Miri to live alone. Since I’m feeling less genocidal now, let my compile a list of happy things that happened to me today:
- and this just in -
Yep. This is definitely the best day of my life since I came to Miri. I don’t know, maybe I’m clearning my karma pool or something. Or maybe our malevolent divine being that’s supposedly high in the clouds feels like blessing me today. RAmen.
Well, I woke up near noon this morning and found that my internet connection has gone slow. Totally cacat’d down. Well whatever, it happens - so I didn’t really care and started thought about breakfast. (or lunch)
Dude, where’s my bike?
Some fucking shoeless squatter must have taken it. Judging by the way my lock was snipped, this bastard was no pro. That fucker probably thought he or she could make a quick dollar off my property, or use it as a joyride vehicle. Dude, we’re talking about a mountain bike modified to run on the streets - much much faster than your normal bike. Blame me for being negligent enough for entrusting such a slick piece of equipment to a little steel lock. But still. Damn. I walked to Raja for lunch, since I seriously needed food then. I kept a sharp (and scary) eye out for my bike. Whoever swiped my bike is lucky I didn’t spot him or her. I was seriously furious enough to hurt a person - badly.
I then struggled to look for the number to call the police station. Found it, and called. Our nice little local law enforcers told me to go to the Miri police station. Bus fare - RM2.40.
Kid: Mommy, I wanna be a policeman when I grow up!
Mom: Why honey? So that you can protect the people of our country? What a brave boy!
No, momma. So that I can sit there at the police station with my fellow policemen (and women), eat cempedak and jambu bought from the roadside hawker across the street, read the comic section in the newspaper, and talk about the world cup - while the poor guy whose bike got stolen sits there for two hours waiting for the policeman in charge of taking down the report goes yum cha at Luak. Malaysia Boleh.
Ends up, nothing could be done about it because there was no way to verify the bike was mine - even if they found it. Makes sense too, and too bad. I walked slowly away from the balai after all that.
I felt thirsty - so I went to Parkson. I walked up the escalators in anticipation of some Nata Milk Tea from Kokoberry after the whole bike fiasco. And what do you know - Kokoberry was closed for some reason. Dude, it’s like - 6pm at Parkson, one of Miri’s busiest places. You can’t have a drink shop closed at this time. Yeah, so no Kokoberry for me. Whatever.
… I spent the next hour waiting for a bus, and then another half hour or more riding it home. Life is great.
So then, after getting home, and trying not to let the slow internet piss me off, I suddenly decided to go out of the house and take the photos you see above. And ZOMGWTFBBQ. The fucking stray dog ninja’d my sandals. I’m just glad the gate was closed, so the sandals were still within the house’s compound. But still - it’s annoying. Especially after all this.
Bah. Then I started typing in this blog, after waiting ages for the New Post page to load, while munching on the Chipsmore I bought when I was at Parkson just now. I seriously don’t feel like going anywhere to eat anymore. I’ll probably get food poisoning or something.
Just when you think nothing wil go worse - Ants start raping my Chipsmore. Seriously. Ants all over my computer table, hauling away crumbs from my packet of dinner. Welcome to paradise. Hallelujah. (or however you spell that)
Man. I’m just going to go to sleep, and hope that everything goes back to normal tomorrow.
Hopefully my bed won’t break or anything.
So why is this picture here? No good reason, really. Just a guy under influence of Ghost in the Shell: Standalone Complex posting random photoshopped pictures. Well, having a (sorta) huge collection of anime is a really cool thing - to some people at least. It goes without saying that GitS:SAC is a really cool series, and really deep as well. Much better than the two Ghost in the Shell movies - in my opinion, at least. I thought the movies were weird - plus the art then wasn’t really attractive. Blah.
Life revolves around more than anime, of course. I went out with Kroll and Scott today for a ‘photoshoot‘. Or at least, it was supposed to be one. We planned to go around taking photos for our IVC assignment, but we ended up taking more weird photos for our portfolios instead. =_=” Ah well. Since we did go around taking photos, may as well upload them here for everyone to see.
And first of all, we have this picture of this crab. It was zipping around the sand so damn quickly that I was lucky that I even got a shot like this. Of course, I had to crop the whole photo quite a bit, so I’m really glad that my camera had such a high resolution.
And next up is a photo of a fisherman in action. It took several shots before I got the right timing for the waves to crash in - glad I did. I climbed onto this railing above the fisherman to take this shot. Would’ve liked it better if I actually could control the shutter speed of my camera - but damn, manual cameras are damn hard to use.
And finally, we have our kiasu fisherman with the huge-ass fishing pole. While everyone goes around with their normal fishing pole, this guy lugged around his giant thing. Bangga lah him. He’s just compensating wah~ He needs some form of comfort too. ^_^
And thus concludes my mini post of photos. There are a lot more where that came from, and there was a particular photo that Kroll took that I wanted to put up, but I haven’t gotten the photo from him. So whatever la. I’ll post when I next feel like it.
Finally, it is here. After months of wasting away. The internets.
To commemorate this event, I would like to present to you all this little image I uploaded - What I did during CRTS. This is a photo of the paper I was scribbling on when I was in my Critical Reading and Thinking Class. And yes, you can be sure it’s by me - as it mentions ninjas.
Getting Streamyx wasn’t easy though - I had to bother plenty of people multiple times through the phone just to get things done. One thing’s for sure, though. The customer service for Streamyx is much much better than that for E-Speed (Brunei’s crappy broadband service). They’re so damn friendly that you feel guilty for making them do their jobs. O.o Talk about manipulation.
Well, whatever - long post short, I have too many things to do right now to update - be back later… Maybe.
Bah. Each time I tell myself, “I’ll post when I get Streamyx la…” - and each time I end up getting impatient and posting using the school labs instead. Whatever la. It’ll be here soon. It’ll be here…
Parents came down last weekend, went to this ‘Peninsula Road’ (as Kroll calls it)Â place near Piasau golf course. Lots of old men swinging clubs there, and dragging giant bags. Lots of people fishing there too. Took photos of them, but it mostly sucked. May post some up later on, but I seriously don’t want to use my pendrive now… There’s supposedly a virus on the loose in the school computer labs, and I’m afraid that my pendrive may be infected. Eww. Erm. O.o
There aren’t any assignments due this week (besides my presentation report, which I can crap in less than an hour), so everyone is taking it easy and all. In fact, it’s so relaxed this week that it feels strange. Seriously weird. My ninja senses are seriously bugging me. Something big is coming, maybe a foreign ninja invasion or some crazy mutant gerbil is coming to mess things up.
Or maybe it’s just rather rainy these days - the laundry doesn’t dry well. My clothes smell weird.
… omg. Rubee just called up Scott (who’s making an emo post in his blog on the computer beside mine) and asked us to the cafeteria. Mmm… Food. Eat first. Blog later.
o.O
For a guy suffering from both post-RPG trauma and post-anime trauma I probably shouldn’t have any life left in me to have any sense of humour but this seriously is way too crazy to ignore. Google is supposedly going to launch GBuy, this online payment service -Â and with a catchy name like that, die PayPal. May as well do a google on it if you’re interested.
My post-RPG trauma is thanks to Kingdom Hearts 2 and what Scott calls its Disney ending. I don’t know - look at the Disney titles around… Aladdin, Lion King, Tarzan, Little Mermaid… Heck, even Beauty and the Beast. The guy always gets the girl in those cartoons. And what do we get in KH2? Our three friends end up all happy together. What happened to the poopoo fruit thing (or however you spell the star-shaped fruit thing our keyblade hero wants to give Kairi). At least Sora has much better chance than in KH1 ending. That totally sucks.
And my post-anime trauma? Thank this dude:
Beyond the Grave - a homosexual zombie with superhuman abilities, wields two giant guns, has one eye, is a hit with the teenage girls, and has some seriously wrong relationship with a Mafia overlord. Still, he’s a badass with two guns, so it’s a cool anime.
Blah, whatever la. I’m now alone in the labs coz Scott and Tish left a few moments ago. Great~ I better run off too. And damn, I am so gonna get a GBuy account.
It’s a great day today.
There seriously is no other way to describe today. Right after we got off Scott’s car and walked to the canteen, we were shown an omen - a good one. An angel has blessed us. From there onwards, life went great. (Well, more or less)
We got most of History class free. We were told to go to the computer labs to do research about terrorist groups. Yeah, right. Turns out that people ended up typing up emails, drawing on paint, reading random blogs, and reading the Holy Bibble. Seriously man, that site rocks. Pei Hong introduced it to me, and I’m glad I actually checked it out. Praise the Lord, Praise the Interweb.
We then moved on to Moral lecture, and it sure was a great lecture. Turns out there was no lecture. My ninja magic ‘convinced’ our lecturer to show a movie instead - and even though it was a lame movie about a lameass lecturer who breaks car windows with baseballs. That and the scenery was great that day. We went out for a stroll during that lecture. Much more fun than sitting in the lecture theatre when both the air conditioners are malfunctioning.
After that we had a ‘meeting’ for our IT project. Trust me, our last minute abilities are beyond belief. We actually managed to finish the essential parts… sorta. Well, it doesn’t matter - we did enough to probably not screw things up royally. That’s good enough, I guess. And good is the theme of the post. Okay, so this part of today wasn’t as good as the others, but still. Whatever.
Now this part seriously rocks~ I went to town with Peng Chong after all that hob-bob about the IT project, and we dropped by TM (telephone company) to poke them with plastic spoons and hope they give us our phone line. And guess what? Our area finally can get phone lines. We slammed the registration fees down right there and then. To think - we are actually getting broadband internet within our mortal lifespan. (That applies only to my housemates. Since we know that ninjas live forever, I will still be there when we get our phone line. But shh~ Don’t go around telling everyone that)
Well, this and that and this and that. Everything else was a blur - shopping for groceries, hauling around my bag, buying a bucket of 1.5kg lychee nata jelly, buying a 1.5L bottle of mineral water, drinking that 1.5L bottle of mineral water… The list goes on. So in conclusion, this day rocks. Even though I have virtually no solid premises, this is my blog. I am God here. Remember, relative morality/logic.
I watched Da Vinci Code a few days back with Peng Chong. Damn, that two and a half hour long movie was excellent. It was so good that it went by so fast that I was wondering why the hell were my legs suddenly feeling so cramped watching a short movie. No one did tell me that it was one of a hell long movie until I looked at my watch during the credits and gasped.
…oh great. Jumping around and reading forum posts in between blogging is a bad thing. I totally forgot wtf I was supposed to be typing. In fact, I’m so confused that I think I should just end the post right here. Good night, mortals.
ZOMG I JUST REMEMBERED.
Happy Belated Satan Day. (6th June, 2006 - the 6th day of the 6th month of the 6th year)