v3 - vicissitude iii (not final version)

In classical physics, mass is conserved for kinematic reasons, as there is no way to change the mass and conserve the momentum for all observers at the same time.

Antoine Lavoisier used mass as a measure of matter, so he states:

In a chemical reaction, the sum of the mass of the reactants equals the sum of the mass of the products.

The law of conservation of matter states that matter is not destroyed in a reaction.

- pinched from Wikipedia (as usual).

To gain something, you must present something of an equivalent value. This is the principle of equivalent trade in alchemy. Of course, such a law can be bypassed by certain means such as the Philosopher’s Stone. So yeah, part of my absence from this blog was due to my indepth research onto such deep scientific subjects.

Well, yeah. I’ve spent the past week being deathly sick (for one day) and pondering over the philosophical and scientific implications of Fullmetal Alchemist. It was a good series, until near the end where everything went crazy and illogical. (omg i’m rationalising anime!) Well, relative to the context of the anime anyway. I hope it gets better in the OVA of the film - but I wouldn’t count on it, 4chan claims otherwise.

Of course, my whole past week plus of non-postage was not entirely consumed by merely a 51-episode anime series. Nay, I’m much too hardcore to be bogged down by something as trivial as that. Beyond that, there’s also my article for Writing and Research Skills about blog censorship (man, I read a lot of distasteful stuff because of that), rewatching Tokyo Drift, rewatching the Matrix trilogy, a few manga chapters here and there, friends coming over to visit for the weekend, and even a bowling tournament in somewhere in between. Thank my ninja abilities.

So yeah. Roey came over to visit last weekend. We then met up with Aaron, who was already at Miri. Turns out, his house was almost right behind where I am living right now. Small world indeed. Well, we inevitably went out to have fun - and that inexorably led to yet another bankai session. (while I do not condone the spread of vocabulary outside its intended users, I shall use terms here anyway. if you’re smart enough to figure it out, you’re smart enough to use it)

As usual, it starts off at places of loud music and almost nonexistent lights. And alcohol. And hot girls. Being cheap bastards, we refused to go up to Balcony in the beginning because they were charging RM15 (which was hella cheap) as cover charge for the night due to some evening dress competition thing going on. We went into Cheerie Berries instead. FOCness for teh win. So we sat there listening to the loud booming music, and then eventually moving onto the dance floor. It was sad though - the dance floor moved in an almost-predictable converge/diverge pattern following the change of music. Add on the fact that CB was full of old and not so pretty girls. Yucks.

Moved on to Balcony later on when they’re no longer charging. It was livelier there, but there was no set dance floor, so people propagated in little ‘tribes’. And most of the ‘tribes’ are mostly male. Much suckage there. Plus the music was techno. It made me feel so druggie. We went off and explored another club, but we quickly went away because it was so empty. Plus Roey and Aaron saw a hantu inside. Yeesh~

Did I mention that since we have no car, we have to walk around one kilometer each time we decided to move from the town area to the ’sleazy’ (clubs) area? We got dropped off at Parkson (town) area. So we had to walk to go have fun. Then we went to the Mamak stall in town. We totally lepak there for hours until it was almost sunrise. Roey claimed that KL people can find some reason to Mamak all the way until sunrise.

Unfortunately, the sun was not up, but the Mamak stall was already closing for the morning. We were bored. After listening to and making mean comments about the Subuh prayers (and about how it used to be wake-up call for where I lived when I was a kid), we walked all the way to a chinese restaurant for breakfast (club area). It was around 5am by then. We figured if we were stopped by the police we could claim that we were hardworking young individuals concerned about our health (ie. healthfreaks). Sorta.

Well, the restaurant was open, and we weren’t the first customers as we hoped to be. I swear, it was because we had to walk. Those people who were there first had cars, so they were nowhere as hardcore. So we had some dimsum, and after seeing a purple sky for dawn, we took the bus back to my place. Aaron went home after that.

Roey and I went out again after that and had noobs at Boulevard for breakfast. I have no idea why, but for some reason all the pro people weren’t propagating at Boulevard top floor arcade that day. So we made feeders out of whoever challenged us, and spent our tokens playing Conquest. Haih~ What to do? The throne of supremacy is a lonely one. Quoted from Roey, with me laughing and agreeing to it while making yet another kid go ‘Macibaiwastemycoinsonly!!11′. We shattered a lot of dreams that morning.

Lunch came. So did the bowling tournament thingie. I was prepared to totally be on the bottom of the list, but I didn’t. Great yayness~ I turned out to be 20th place (out of 22nd). What can I expect when most people I saw there knew how to throw proper curve balls (or bola berdrifting) while I could barely throw straight balls properly? I felt so proud of myself when I wasn’t at the bottom of the list. ^_^

Well, there is much more to say, but at 2.30am, and right after recovering from a terrible fever, I wouldn’t like to trigger a relapse. (that would suck) So I’ll stop here and continue some other time. And yeah, I just realised that more people read my blog than I know. It’s scary, but yeah.

Whoa. Merdeka weekend is almost over. Seems like we’ve all got to pull ourselves together now, as we start on our big Business Management project from Mr Ching. Merdeka weekend (from Thursday up until today) was crazy hectic for me, and being a minor hikikomori at heart, I found the amount of time I spent outside shocking - as I would normally have spent that amount of time sitting at home watching anime or playing a long RPG.

Well, the exposure is doing me good. I actually found the loudness and the life within bars and clubs rather… soothing. The sight of people - lots of them, constantly moving within an enclosed space filled with loud music. It’s a nice place to be. Of course, as all stories go - it is not without conflict. Our very rajin (read: have nothing better to do) police force diligently (read: eksyen only because Bukit Aman ppl are here) raided Balcony (a popular bar in Miri) - completely ruining the night. Kroll, Kynan and I were at Thai Bar (it’s actually called something else, but I’m not sure what) - and Kynan having connections hears about the raid and we promptly left the scene.

What a waste of good beer. And to think we bought cheap beer at a shop outside the bar to get us half-drunk before proceeding to the bar to hang around and hopefully have some fun. Thank you, police force of Miri. You kopi-o-swilling pigs sure have a knack of ruining the fun for people. And to think someone wasn’t that diligent when something more serious happened.

Merdeka day (Thursday) was uneventful. Waking up early didn’t help either. Apparently being half-drunk causes me to be insomniac. We lounged around, played with my PS2 a little, and went around town a little. Then I proceeded to unleash my innate ninja abilities after Kynan gave me some Tuak - Iban Happy Juice. Apparently, unlike other forms of happy juiceâ„¢, Tuak’s potency is not proportional to taste. So, without this useful piece of knowledge then, I downed it glass by glass.

Before I knew it, I had drunk my senses to oblivion. Being an elite ninja, I retain basic motor functions even after being totally trashed, and I managed to use my ninja skills to teleport myself to the toilet upstairs. The next thing I knew, I was upstairs in the toilet, and have puked half my dinner out. Everything that happened before was a total blank - hence the description of teleportation.

The other half of my dinner followed the wrong way out soon after, and after cleaning up (sorta), I threw myself to bed. What can I say~ I felt like shit.

Surprisingly, I didn’t get the least bit of what people call a hangover the next day. Thank basic ninja matabolism. Or maybe it’s my bloodline limit. Getting piss drunk did let me sleep very well though.

The day after merdeka, we went out with the girls (Woobee and Tish) and Scott, who seemed so quiet that day (and near-bald). We met up at Coffee Bean, and then we proceeded to walk around Parkson and Imperial Mall. Kroll regained his uber funky punk look after he went to Alan’s (a hairstylist). Damn me for not taking a group photograph on a day like that. -_-

We then went to the public library the next day, where I read newspapers while Scott and Khairul tried to get their presentation done. We ended up going to the Petronas Musium instead, where I sexually harassed a dinosaur. The place was on top of a hill, so the wind was great, and so was the view. The same can’t be said about the food though. There was soggy ice cream (eww), and fried foods that seem to have been there for the better part of the week.

So we went to this Chinaman Ghetto area where all the apeks gather to waste their final days away and where all eight stalls sell the same things - ice kacang and rojak. After reaching an inconclusive conclusion contemplating the question of how they all manage to stay in business, I decided to just have some ice kacang instead and forget the puzzling thought.

Erm. And then I moved to Kroll’s place for one night after that to get my ass owned in Pro Evolution Soccer 5. And own ass in Narutimate Hero 3 (as usual).

Okay. Post long enough + me bored. That + Roey asking to read the post = Post ended.