Monthly Archive for August, 2007

Lambir Witch Project

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kianbung
on August 31, 2007
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This is just wrong. A self-proclaimed nerd(ish, not really - I just possess certain traits similar to nerds) goes into the wilderness. Away from civilisation. Away from technology. Away from the internets. *gasp*

Okay, before I turn blonde chick drama queen frenzy, I think I should stop this here.

Anyway, the trip was a one night stay at Lambir National Park - which sports a rather nice waterfall (if not for the people all going due to Tunku Abdul Rahman Festival - Merdeka for all you idiots out there), a liveable chalet, and a place to start a fire.

The drive was not as long as I thought it would take - that’s a good thing.

Events that night - barbecue (mm… chicken wings and sausages - not to be confused with the sausages two posts down), setting fire to everything we could lay our hands on (in permitted areas only, of course… but that didn’t make me think about setting fire to everything else), and everyone getting drunk/tipsy.

The place is nice - it’s a shame not that many people know about it. It’s not very well maintained, but that’s just due to the lack of funding I guess. And they have a place to play with fire - which is much more fun than anywhere else I could find in a 50-km radius. I’d set fire to my house for fun if it wasn’t for the law, and also that my PC is in the house. Not smart.

Hmm. What about the neighbours? *lightbulb…*

We attempted a half-assed night trek, but gave up 10 metres into the trail - the place was way too fucking dark, and it’s a good thing too. We found out the next morning that it’s so damn easy to get lost. No torches plus a little post-Hantu Berpuasa Dapat Makan Festival paranoia cut that short.

But at least drinking was fun. And it rained. Made the rooms So. Damn. Cold. Eesh.

And at midnight, being the loud patriotic bastards that are we - we were screaming Merdeka bitches at the barracks nearby when the clock struck 12. Thank The Holy Cabbage that the soldiers didn’t come over and ghurka our asses.

Yep, pictures coming soon - when I finish my storyboard.

For now, I only have this left to say.

Merdeka, bitches.

Aww Struck

Published
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kianbung
on August 29, 2007
in Gaming, Personal Life and Randomness
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Yeah, I’ve been lazy again. What is a guy who’s rarely at home to do? Let’s not forget that I’m one that has superiority complex when it comes to PCs, so I rarely, if ever use others’ PCs to blog. What is a guy to do, indeed.

This guy has been a good boy and did a little of his storyboard. Yes he has. =3

And this guy had been hooked onto, and got bored of Oblivion. After finishing the Dark Brotherhood and Thieves Guild quests (finally!). Is now looking for alternative forms of entertainment. Movies had played a major role in curbing boredom. For a while. Yeah, for a while.

Is currently awestruck by the awesomeness that is Bioshock. Take a look at it, if you haven’t. I still can’t believe that it’s out already. Whoa.

SSS… 2

Published
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kianbung
on August 21, 2007
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Second Sem Syndrome.

…Okay. Maybe not. It’s Senadin Sausage Stall this time. But I claim the victor’s throne in the former topic.

But yeah, my dog, DOHC, has given birth to seven little sausages. Well okay, you may want to call them puppies, but where’s the kick in that? I’ve yet to give them names, but I have a list of approved names that will be appointed to each little sausage - among the approved names are Mugen, Xenon, Turbo, Spoirer, Honda and Neon (pronounced nion).

in mah cribz chillin

Yep, the sausages reside in a cardboard box right beside my house.

can has hug? kthxbai

Sausages like to sleep.

iz hidin

Sausages often end up sleeping in weird places.

iz doin yoga

And sausages often end up sleeping in the weirdest poses.

…and that is all for this post. Stay tuned for more sausage goodness!

kthxbai

SSS

Published
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kianbung
on August 14, 2007
in Opinion
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Second Sem Syndrome.

It had afflicted us the previous year (and there’s a lot more that wasn’t documented), and here it is again.

First semester is always about change - in a good way. Meeting new people, doing new activities and all the fun stuff. Second semester, so far, had been darker for us. This is when all the drama pops up and conflict gets thrown around the room like a bad piece of fruit. This is also when you realise whom you like and dislike among the people you meet in the first semester, and who you can trust not the stab you in the back when you aren’t looking (metaphorically or otherwise).

I’ve been blogging for more than a year now (on this new blog, at least). Somewhere along the line, I’ve discovered what most other bloggers have discovered - your readership is always smaller than you want, but bigger than you expect. Any blogger with half a brain would not put stuff they won’t want the wrong people to see on their blog - be it harsh criticism, rants or plain insults. Ask Kenny Sia or ShaolinTiger. If I don’t know shit about blogging, they do. Sudden burst of emotions be damned. Take five seconds to calm down and ponder the possible consequences - it rarely is worth the self-gratification. Three words: word of mouth.

Talking cock in blogs - I do it all the time. Be it about travelling at the speed of light, being invisible in plain sight, having precognitive abilities, or having a three way orgy with the devil and a vegetable. However, if you actually believe in any of my supernatural and divine powers, I salute you. Sunflower institute is that way. I’m sure they’ll be able to teach you something about logic - if you actually possess the mental capacity to comprehend.

However, talking cock and sounding like you actually mean it - get a life. Sure, highly emotional outbursts and sporadic whining may work well in certain broadcast programmes, but it has no place in a blog. If you really want to kill someone, just go out there and do it - then post on your blog with pictures and proof. Quoting the wisdom of messageboard randomness, “Pix or it didnt happen”. Else you’ll just end up as a laughing stock for not living up to expectation, or actually living up to expectation.

Well, blogging aside, in this one year and a half I’ve discovered plenty of stuff. The first being Cabbagism (pronounced ka-ba-gis-em) is my one and only religion. Others are more on self-improvement. I’ve learnt that it’s better to think better of people, than to think worse of them. Sometimes, when people don’t show up for an appointment, or don’t call back - it doesn’t (always) mean that they hate you. They could be busy with their own thing, or just is preoccupied with certain businesses. Assuming the worst and taking action based on hasty conclusions could cost one dearly - regardless of the effects being visible or otherwise.

Of course, it could mean that they hate you. If that’s the case, one should do some serious looking in the mirror (metaphorically speaking of course - most of the time). There must be something that one is doing wrong to garner such hostility.

Oookay. So I’m going all Confucius all of the sudden.

Whatever. The Holy Order of the Cabbage wage jihad on the blasphemers. This is my first strike.

Neglect…

Published
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kianbung
on August 7, 2007
in Announcements
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O blog. How I have neglected thee.

I wonder how many people still check my blog after my entire blogging hiatus after coming back from Brunei.

I won’t make any excuses - I’m not exactly busy, but now that I’ve got to juggle certain commitments, tons of assignments, socialising (in the real world, mind you), gaming and maintaining this blog, I’ll say it up front - updates will be less frequent.

I promise it’ll be nowhere as far and apart from this post and the previous one, but yeah - less updates. One every few days?

Is that good enough for you?

As a token of my sincerity and goodwill - I present to you a picture of a cabbage.

The Holy Cabbage - Much cuter, much hotter

Fine. So it’s not the cabbage, but it’s still a cabbage nonetheless. You people are just so hard to satisfy.