Listening to : Twenty-something - Jamie Cullum
Feeling : Quite irritating back pain. heh heh

Daaymn that was fast. I'm already halfway thru my finals - The Econs and Design papers were rather doable, only not enough time to actually WRITE everything, and the Maths part of ES 180 should be passable ( touch wood) . Only Aesthetics, Thermo/m&c and the other physics paper to go. Yeayy!!

Today was apparently the hottest may day in quite a few years. It was rather sweltering for British weather - a high of 24 or something? Early on syok la...it was like "yeayy sun!!!". A little further into the evening in the 'air-conditioned' grid we were like "pfarrck its hot" while sweating like Afghan whores ( don't those burkhas look hot to you? ). Learnt for a while not to take the COLD for granted for a change.

Holright might as well get some bitching outta the way. Sick of doing thermo anyway for now.
Was having some ' study break drinks ' in the kitchen with some hallmates. I doled out some cocktails, and everyone was just making empty talk abt exams and papers and holidays when someone started going into relationships. Everyone was single then, and then everyone started askin how long their longest relationship was - general answer was around a coupla months la..... and then (sorray again jac) the hongkey biatch who never joined any conversations , much less said 'hi' to anyone in the hall piped in with a cheerful " oh my longest was a year." THen proceeded to ramble on about HEr take on relationships forever. Camla setahun tu panjang sangat.

It wasn't the fact that the herbal crap she was boiling on the stove was bubbling over, OR her voice sounded like nails on a chalkboard , OR the fact that she said "my boyfriend" every sentence or so. Its the fact that she was obviously gloating. About her typical hong kong superstar boyfriend. To 4 single girls and a single guy all pumped on caffeine and exam stress. Even when we were rolling our eyes she can't take a hint. Bitch. Ugly bitch. Ugly annoying voiced hongkey bitch. She can go fuck herself with her diamante studded Gucci/Dior/LV dildo. And then gloat to her superstar boyfriend how much better it his than his 2 inch penis.

Ah the balmy summer weather. I can remember the days in Oundle when it meant the fiine ladies from the two girls' houses across the rugby pitch from the house i was in spread out on the field and studied in the sun wearing skimpy little strappy numbers. And we played frisbee on our side and inexplicably ended up on their side in like....2 throws. Tak cover maut.

Not here though. Was just making tea in the kitchen when in the corner of my eye i saw flashes of strap and skin outside on the lawns. ooooOOO-Orrrghh the horror - it was like a bunch of giant mutated extra rotund lobsters had stampeded through Miss Selfridges and picked up some tops on the way. Eeeee sakit mataaaaaaaa.......and as if the visual assault wasn't traumatising enough, the olfactory assault by men and women alike was even worse at the Learning Grid. Woi kalau ketiak peluh segelen tu signal kena mandii laaaa.....daymnnn

Maaan so many classic quotes since the last time i blogged......but in the exam-frazzled state i'm in i can only remember but a few warrgh i remember i had a really good one. Alas, i only remember these:

"My panda is more flexible than yours" - Charl, on comparing emoticons
"chances to touch my kuku are everywhere" - Teck Seng, ramblings during cramming

Heyeveryonehowitsgoingoopsgottagetbacktoworkbye

Just a quick little diversionary shoutout. I'm on the final burst of trying my goddamn darndest, so forgive me if i'm stingy on every iota of thought that crosses the 5lbs of grey tapioca mush in my head. Work work work panic panic panic. Okay not really panic - lets just say situationally overwhelming prescient thought of immediate urgency. Hah! Ambik tu.

An amazingly random quote from Naz, courtesy of Su. Might sound totally "wTF", but just give it a little more thought - its quite a gem of a quote:

"Kentut is to berak as crush is to love"

Lepas puas gelak think about it.....

Mars vs. Venus on blogs, part Deux

Well not really another 'she says, he says' bit , but more of my opinions on blogging in general . Anyone who thinks archiving their most troubled thoughts and innermost musings online, be it through a simple javascript password lock or a bloody 512 bit D.O.D. cipher, and thinks they are safe for all time is dead wrong. It's just plain bad idea to let loose anywhere and assume no one else ( or no one that should ) will...ever...have...to...find...out. Whatever happened to confiding in a friend? Or old school lockable diaries? There are things on everyones minds that should just never ever be commited to word or paper or binary data.

"If you've got something to say about me, say it to my face" - that saying usually precedes some major shit hitting the fan, doesn't it? Of course there are those who swing to the other extreme, and there's always another phrase for 'em - " How about a nice cup of sHUT the FUcK uP?". Jeez, again - some things should never , not ever, be said.

Ah, sweet sweet apathy.....

ps- for the next entry i'll promise to revert back to something amusingly sharp-ended , scatological or both in my new pledge to keep my blog entertaining!

Ne nuntium necare

The thundering chariot is complete!

We-heyy.....a term's worth of meetings and shit finally came to fruition with the completion of our spring powered dragster! Feast your eyes on this minature hotrod with high density polystyrene body, FDM layered ABS internal parts and a spring that pulls 90 newtons of force in that tiny frame. So far its survived a coupla test runs - so we're trying to tweak it so that it will do better time in the 10 m run. Hell, last we heard, 3 groups broke theirs testing it, and 3 others completely gave up do to their inability to manufacture working parts ( tulah , ponteng solidworks lab lagi). So since we're already on top might as well go for gold and try for best time. As long as it doesn't go "POK" before we do.

Funny dat...

Props to Darren - he made quite an interesting discovery while procrastinating today - you can password lock your blog, but it will still appear on google searches. True, you can't actually access the page unless you know the password, but with lots of time and structured google searches you can actually read the better part of a locked blog on the Google synopsis of the site.

Interesting, no? Try it for yourself - google "amarlicious blogspot" *evil shit-eating grin*

p.s - Do check out music by The Roots. Very jazzy hip-hop with a lot of soul, and poetic lyrics that actually mean something. That's some real good shizzle right dizzle......

This aint no toy biiatch!! 

Listening to: the goddamn birds outside
Feeling : disoriented

It's almost 4 am, and i have just woken up from going to sleep at 6 pm the previous day after an all nighter at the grid, and workshops 9 to 4 ( excluding lunch ) finishing off our ES 174 spring powered dragster( did a test run - tak patah!!!). Feeling stoned as hell right now , especially from waking up from a weird ass dream about killer zombie monkeys overrunning 1 Utama - and then being hunted down by bedouin assassins through Cempaka after snapping myself out of the last dream. Needless to say it wasnt't exactly restful sleep. Man the alst 3 days have passed by just like that * snaps finger * .

Requiem for a lost glove

Had a moment that should have been filmed in that "stop motion panaround" matrix-style. Was running in the gym on the treads on an 18kmph burst, when my flailing hands snagged my headphones and threw my ipod into the air. After a spectacular mid-run lunge to catch it ( the earphones had come off and id just flung straight up and a "kontrol macho" recovery i realized that the ipod had flipped off one of my gym gloves that i had put next to it. Must have been a helluva flip - cant find it anywhere in a 4 metre radius of the gym .Before people started thinking " whats this weirdo doing looking under the goddamned machines" i just wrote it off as somehow being swallowed in the treadmill. Pfft.

In all my blurness today i forgot what i had to rant about - and vaguely remember that there was a hilarious politically incorrect quote in my head somewhere. Oh well...back to trying to work .

ps. Waris!! tamparan tuhan keling seribu tangan!! *ptshh x 1000*

Sunt pueri pueri pueri puerilia tractant

As long as its big, heavy and sharp...

Bleargh......back in the grid doing Design for Function - casting and sintering. Its time's like this i wished i was somewhere else.......like leading a Saracen charge yelling "ya ha shuhadaa!! *ululates*) on a black andalusian stallion with a shamsir in one hand and a katar in the other and just hacking and slashing your way through droves of faceless infidels......( no, i havent seen Kingdom of Heaven - i'm just inherently weird ), leading a shogunate's army with a naginata straight out and a musashi daito making sushi out of uprising peasants or fuck...... even bloody spearfishing for ikan keli in a drainage ditch. Hell just doing something gritty and satisfying in a violent, primal way. Must be my tribal ( tho i don't think the Melanau were really in on the whole headhunting scene )roots showin up now and then..... at least i have fencing.....for now....

Feeling a vague unsettled? Noolaa i'm not pychotically violent or anything. I'm just happy dismembering poultry in the kitchen with my ice-hardened zwilling chef's knife....the cursed bloodthirsty one that will cut anyone else who uses it ( well recently its been playing nice).

Mars vs Venus , on Blogs

I just realized something over the last coupla days . Sometimes when i procrastinate i just skim blogs , following links from close friends blogs to people i've met just once or twice and so on and so forth ( Friendster skimming is so-hoo passe ). Generally you have a few common types of blogs - there are those introspective ones that discuss deep thoughts and issues they are passionate about, there are those who go on about every single bit of tedium throughout their day, those who just rant and bitch about the most random things and those that are actually really different and amusing - there's this blog where the author writes as if he were an 18th century English dandy (Okay - it wasnt the most captivating read but it was refreshing anyways ) and other permutations thereof.

However, the main point i'm trying to get at here are how male and female bloggers blog differently when they're stressed out or pissed off. Yup - those are the ones where you just can't be fucked to even try to be witty or eloquent or amusing.

Disclaimer - i'm not preaching the absolute gospel truth or anything - just a generalization of the blogs that i have seen coupled with my own personal intepretations. So there. Jangan marah arr...!

Women tend to really overdramatize and draw sympathy to themselves. They get really moody and melancholic in their ramblings. The really really PMS-sy ones are just classics. The following are excerpts from several female blogs - not quotes per se, ( because i enjoy living ) but they should convey the overall fe-heeel:

....Yes, indeed I am f***ed, yet here I am lamenting. I do bring it upon myself...

....have changed so much that I've possibly contemplated seeing a shrink for fear of dementia. I attribute the change to one thing- WHY HASN'T LIFE TURNED OUT THE WAY I WAS MADE TO BELIEVE THAT IT WOULD? *Gasp* I've been deluded...

...I never believed how you were your own worst enemy, but now I start to see this in myself. And I affirm...I am my OWN worst enemy......

Men, however generally do not indulge in anywhere near as much self pity in their blogs. If they do whine about their own misfortunes, all their vitriol is usually focused outward, at the next randomly relevant thing. That's why its more fun to read guys' blogs. Especially the guys who condemn things left right center and don't give a rats ass about polical correctness. Its amusing just to see a fresh ( but not necessarily family-friendly) angle on things you don't even think about. Here's a briliant example i found the other day ( asides from my own recent rantings) :

........Why do people like to leave those plastic wrappers on their vehicle seats ? Like they're afraid nobody would acknowledge that their piece of junk was once new ? Well, it dumbfounds me a lot to think that, why wouldn't they do the same for their other belongings ? like wearing their jeans with it's wrappers on... or perhaps wank themselves with a vibrator still in it's bubble bag ? *brrrr snap brrr snap brrr snap*.........

In summary, out of the blogs i've came across, women convert their bitterness into self loathing and pity, while men channel their angst in completely random or unrelated rants. Soo its not a completely statistically sound survey, but i'm only procrastinating - i'm not morbidly bored and/or comPLETEly lacking a life, okay?

*addendum*

Happened on SUCH a true quote, i had to immediately commit it to my sacrosanct blog:

"Women say that men don't understand them. While this is true, it is also true that they don't understand us. The only difference is we don't care." - Anon. Woman's Studies Professor, University of North Texas.

Hope the fact that it was quoted from a state of spur wearing bigoted yokels who wrestle horses and chew tobacco in their spare time doesn't deract from its zestiness. The professor couldn't have been from around there- daayyngnammit he's a professor for pete's sake! Just hope the death he suffered after being pummeled by a lecture theatre of over-sensitive feminist rights-types was quick. Heck they're mostly minge-munching lezzers anyway so they probably wouldn't raised a (pierced , probably multiple) brow.

Disclaimer - sorry to any lezzers who were offended ( well the hot sapphic ones anyway). You butch/Domme types can lace up your Doc Martens and piss off.

Friday...the 13th! *gasp*
or
Man i'll be busy wiping off the spit from this rant...

Before those of you who'd even bother reading this rant go ahead with it, lets just go with a proper post, hmmn? mmkays?

Listening to : Silverchair - The Greatest View
Feeling : calmed, yet spiteful

Meant to go to the gym as usual tonight - but i was still 50-50 on whether or not to go for the sembayang hajat and yasin reading the warwick msians were arranging thurs-night. Decided to go after all after 3 phone calls and 4 MSNs. Haha it was like i was meant to go , liddat - out of the blue pun 2 of my hallmates with cars suddenly offered to give me a lift to central campus. Haaa....tanda? Well at least caught up with some ppl i havent seen pretty much since mnite, and makan free of course...

Moment of peace and piety aside.....

* okay if you're also having exams, or actually have a LIFE this is where you should stop reading*

*no? okay fine suit yourself. You've been warned - lengthy lengthy rant, mostly for the benefit of myself *

Hell yeah i've found something to rant about....... I managed to ebay off my webcam ( that i didn't use all too much ) for no loss at all, but then something went all fucked up in the post and the bitch who's waiting for it is giving me all types of hell. It's only been 5 days - okay, all the other packages i posted on the same day at the same post office already reached their satisfied buyers, ( +ve feedback, yay) but somehow this particular one found itself into the miasma of the dilapidated British work ethic that is Royal Mail.

I've already done more than my fair part about describing my posting and packing policies on eBay and shipping off the damn stuff as soon as i could, but this stupid bitch is going to bring up an Ebay 'dispute claim' if i don't suss it out. Bitch. Skanky bitch. Skanky frigid fungal-farm-coochie bitch. Shit happens in the post. Suck it up . Hell i've had my fair share of things not arriving, or arriving 3 weeks late in one case from Ebay sellers. Out of nowhere she keeps on emailing me asking where was the info she asked for about the packaging and posting she asked for on our last correspondence when :

a. There was no mention of any queries in the last email
b. Everythings already stated on the auction site.

Well in all fairness i'd be a bit of a bitch too if a webcam i forked out 45 quid for online isn't getting to me. To be fair lets carry some spite over to the posties. I wouldn't presume much about the people behind the actual logistics of the mail system, but generally the oh-so-cheery faces behind the perspex window are wretched demon-spawned meatbags who couldn't manage a smile even with meathooks pulling their mouths apart and upwards, much less care about the quality of the service they are rendering you. I've been to my fair share of post offices around London, Oundle, Peterborough, Warwick, Coventry and the odd small English county and its safe to say that basically all their employees are either:

i. 40+ , overweight English man or woman picked pretty much picked out of the west country. Once in a while actually accomodating/helpful, mostly disillusioned with their jobs and probably wouldn't really mind dying from an infected paper cut.
ii.A similarly aged subcontinent Asian, with that typical anglicized coconut, curried accent. They think they're more British then the Goddamn royal family and they can be even more racist than the local KKK chapter. Generally curt and rude and takes pleasure in NOT being helpful. Also anal to the MAX with policy.

Which in turn leads me to another rant on....BBIs - British Born Indians, and 1st generation immigrants. Brief disclaimer - i'm not being racist, i'm lambasting statistically proven cultural observations ( guess thats stereotypes in layman). SO yeah, basically the old 1st generation immigrants think they own the country and sneer upon other immigrants and foreigners while they themselves regularly milk/game the British job support, healthcare and welfare for their own ends - most of the time in the papers when there's any welfare kefuffle, fradulent NHS claims and the likes, its a 1st generation South Asian immigrant more than 4/5 of the time.

They dare claim to be more worldy and more british than any other immigrant, while Indian communities in Britain are more insular and excluding than any other. Generally, thats just the 1st gens and the ones who practically never left their houses. The young ones who are not beaten through grammar school to medschool mostly make up the Desi ( indian slum, equivalent to american ghetto) rapper-bling wearer-balla-doorag wearing black wannabes who will mostly end up driving minicabs, deliving your prawn bhuna or the token asian member of the gang who mugged someone you knew last week. So in a typical 1st gen immigrant family you have:

a. The somewhat overweight paneer-scoffing mustachioed man with a bad wig and even worse navy blazer walking like he's keeping a cricket bat handy up his ass going to his job at the Post office, sundry shop or Tesco/Sains/Asda.
b. The even more overweight wife, looking resplendently buoyant in a neutral coloured saree, salwar khameez or kurta with all the drapings doing her marketing, catching up on gossip ( who's marrying who, who's son earns more) with like minded women, churning out aloo gobi in the kitchen or ALSO waddling off to her job at the posties' or a supermart.
c. The only son, whose parents THINK he's at the library while in fact he's trolling for minge in his focus/fiesta/nova with plastic spinnaz and neon undercarraige blasting something by either 50cent or G-unit while dressed like one of the aforementioned thu..i mean 'talents' * resists urge to begin rant about rappers - thats for another day hmmn?*

Whiich at long last brings me back to eBay and another brief rant about eBay swindlers - people who seemingly auction off consumer electronics, but in fact only auction INFORMATION about where to get that stuff for a quid or two off RRP online, and most annoyingly people from China or Hong Kong who put their location as UK, London , NY etc to get their knockoff fakes and imitations on these eBay markets - the only things that tip you off are the attrocious english , loooong delivery times, bizzare payment methods and ludicrous shipping rates. Goddamn money minded scammers. Africans too - those 401 k Nigerian money transfer scams made their way on ebay too - you know those - some random exiled govermental fuckwad who asks for your bank info to help transfer a vast sum of money , leaving you a cut, of course. Except now, they come up with a long winded strangely amiable letter about something you've put up for bids, saying they're someones relative grandfather spouse etc etc in America wanting to buy something for someone who is conveniently in Nigeria for a sum you wouldn't expect. They juuust want your bank details too. Damn phishers.



AAAAnd there's those popus and pop UNDERS no amount of spyware removal or firewall will cure. NO i do not fucking want diazepam or rohypnol, and neither do i want some crap tinny free ringtone and i'll be damned if i'm gonna call that number thinking i'm actuallly gonna get a free cruise. Bleedin' cunts... Whatever happened to the good ol days when you can simply put down the phone on telemarketers and pretend nobody's home when door to door salesmen come a knocking. There is no blessing in making a living by annoying the FuCkINg daylights out of people.

FUck nigerian scammers, FUcK less-than-honest eBay traders, FuCK adware, and FuCK every single civil servant/service employee who throws red tape in your face for the fun of it. May they suffer eternal impalement on the giant, thorned, flaming revolving plagued phallus of Abaddon in the deepest nethermost levels of hell!!!!!

Woe betide whosoever messes with me in the coming days.......

Proximus sum egomet mihi

Listening to : Ludacris - Move Bitch
Feeling : Lapaarrrrr

'Scuse me, what did i just say?

I've just recently realized that i've been saying even more random/bitcy/politically-incorrect phrases and invectives recently - well not with spiteful or nasty intentions aimed towards any specific person(s). Particularly more so when i'm waiting for something or when inconvenienced by someone's lack of foresight. Dunnolar......either i'm rediscovering gratification in tongue lashing ( the proverbial kind) and smack talking along with the bliss of chocolate once again.....or i'm accumulating pent up stress again and its not coming out fast enough.....hahahhaa. Maybe i just need to start on an ol' school blazin burnin rant right 'ere - shoutboard's open to suggestions! I'm probably just dying to get some vitriol out.

I'm sure a smidge of that excess stress comes from our every-other day 'brief' gaming sessions to break the tedium of studying ( or attempts thereof). Funnily enough, they just make for more stress and pressure during gameplay. Or maybe its just RTS-ses. Pape jelah....whatever it is, Sogat's Hero Arena is well and truly an evil , meaningless waste-of-time-map ( warcraft ) crafted by some antisocial curryvurst chomping German fat bastard ( apologies to any curryvursts offended). What kind of a handle is "sogat" anyway - sounds like some herbal tincture/massage oil made by incestous old men back in east coast m'sia -

"Ngapo belake sayo asyik sakit siang male bang?"
"Tak tau ngapo...sapu sajo minyak sogat"

Hahaha......utterly random no? On another random note there IS an American male equivalent to the *totally lost for an appropiate adjective/adverb* camel toe ( If you haven't heard the 'Camel Toe' parody of the Beach Boys' Cocomo, i suggest you look for it, now-ish). Its called the moose knuckle and is also the result of wet/crotch hugging apparel and a symmetrically bulging gonad arrangement. There.

Kan as Puteri said, a day's never wasted as long as you learn something?

Oh another quote of the day from yesterday:

"All Indians should die." Hon Win, ineptly summing his thoughts from a discussion on the overpopulation of the South Asian subcontinent, just before a somewhat severe beating from Sangheeta.

Plenus venter non studet libenter.

Comin to ya LIVE from the learning grid....

Fuckin 'ell there's a lot of different type of welds to remember. Anyhoo, before i forget, here are some classic quotes of the day, both courtesy of sangheeta:

"I don't want to smell your tahi hidung!" - nope. doesn't need explaining
"Do you want your other testicle back?" - talkin about big droopy pears

Keepin this short, cos i need to get back to work. Toodles! I'll dig up a latin quote later hookays?

Listening to : John Legend - Ordinary People
Feeling : summing up everything , ambivalence. hah

Oral hedonism ( yes its food related)...

Well its been a bit of a boring week yup work work gym work work gym .Oh yeah and eat and sleep. The weather has been quite gracious these last coupla days - with minimal rain and bright beautiful sun. Don't simply walk out without your jacket tho - it my be a whopping searing 18 deg. celcius(yes, sarcasm) in the sun, it can ridiculously drop with the damned wind.

As my msn nick has mentioned in the last coupla days , i am a reborn chocoholic - it wasn't some fancy Kschocolat concoction , or a Charbonnel & Walker platter or Valrhona pralines - it was just a simple bar of Green & Black's Dark choc that reeducated me on the bliss of pure chocolate. I better stop putting all that sugar in my tea/coffee if im gonna make room for all the extra chocolate based calories ( yes i'm still counting, and yes, i've lost almost 4 kgs in the last coupla weeks...phwoarr!).

Being stressed is good, but in the end it doesn't really help you get the job done. Nothing like some foodie indulging to chase the unnecessary stress away. Yeaps good ( dark) chocolate helps loads, and some really nice meals helps as well. Been usin my blender a lot to make some nice sauces and drinks. This is a real yummy fruity cocktail i made up on the spot - its so fruity you can really load it up with liqour before you can taste any of it :

Berry Citrusy ( 1 portion)
100 g fresh raspberries
100 g mandarin orange slices
1 cup grape juice
1 shot vanilla liqueur
2 shots rum
ice, and sugar to taste

Instructions? Ingredients + Blender = Drink. Drink + lightweight = amusement.

Yest. Night i made some homemade plum sauce too. Orgasmically yummy on chicken stirfried with just salt and pepper and even better with pan seared salmon. The recipe is totally original . Kylie Kwong aint got nothing on this....

Amar's plum sauce( dont even think of any 'plum' puns, esp you darren) - about 300ml's worth
4 not quite right plums, pips out
about 5 cloves
about 3 strips of cassia/cinnamon bark
2 whole star anise
5 cloves of garlic
half an onion
a shot of shaoxing rice wine
2 shots of vinegar
salt , sugar and lemon juice to taste

Boil everything in just about enough water about half an hour, remove cinnamon, cloves and anise and blend. Should last 2-3 days covered in the fridge.

Yummy recipes, both. Do try them sometime. Back to working. Good boo!

Age quod agis

Listening to : Will Smith - Pump Ya Brrakes!
Feelin : schleepy

Functioning properly again( kinda )...

My sleep schedule is finally back in gear - yayy! Pros - can finally enjoy proper sleep, more sunlight. Cons - not workin late nights very well anymore - gotta learn to work more in daylight.

Been meaning to get more work done doing the day - toyed with the idea of haulin out a carpet, layin it in the lawns outside and just studying out there in the sun. But every time i finally get around to actually getting out - it either turns cloudy - or starts raining. Sure its been really balmy and sunny these last coupla days - but we've been gettin bitchin rains with thunder and lightning too (* gasp*)!! I pity the fool ( Mr T. style) who's stuck at BBQs or coming back from the union when the torrents started.

Oh - my mental 1 hour cardio plans kinda working. Lost more than 2 kgs in the last 2 weeks - go me! Went a bit over the top on sunday tho - 1 1/2 hours on running, rowing, cycling and x-training with a half hour of core and weights work on top. I was already nicely dying back in my room after a shower and everything - then got summoned out for tennis. It was schweet to be able to play tennis again after all this while, but later that night i was praying for my hands to be able to bend/dislodge enough to set my back in place with some shiatsu-level back massage.

Hhaanything else? Well managed to recoup back some expenses by selling stuff off ebay, made lamb korma, aloo gobi and briyani the other day for 6 ( mm...jadi!!) and learned how to enjoy playing my guitar again!

Gaudeamus igitur iuvenes dum sumus