The disk is dead, long live the disk!!
Spent practically the whole day ( well starting from 4pm anyway) in front of my computers - yep my ol' hugeass laptop and my brand new ghor-geus desktop i rigged up at Low Yat Plaza. Nothin much, just an Athlon 64 3500+ and a GeForce 6800 Ultra, that old hat. Begrudingly forced to expose it to the flotsam and jetsam of broadband when i had to come online with it to look for disk recovery programs.
Yep while i was out , i left my laptop running a final Norton scan as i was finally gonna jump ship and give it a clean reinstall soon. But my cousin who was passing my my room was wondering why my laptop was so hot and noisy and turned it off mid-scan, and in the faktap state it was it couldn't muster another restart. Hard disk hanchusss....so i had to grab a casing to put it in and spent the whole day deep scanning the drive to recover the stuff i havent quite backed up. Ergo, i spent the day internet-proofing my new box and reinstalling XP on my laptop ( had another 2.5" HD handy from my now defunct G4).
Oh yeah , haven't blogged for a while have i?
Stuff's been piling up all this while, so lets have a REALLY brief recap.
Week One
Barely had 24 hrs at home, then had to go back to Kedah for my grandmas one year wake thingy. Thats 4 days gone - then another 2 in Penang, as i had to follow me mum to a wedding and hang around while she did some work there the next day too. My taste buds and intestinal tract were left in a catatonic state after 6 days of truly frenzied eating - all things Thai, all things Penang, and everything else for that matter. After 4 years, i've definitely got the 'Welcome Home' binge down to an art.
Week Two
Mostly just recovering from that uber eating binge as not many guys are back yet. Picked up midweek after bumping into a fuckload of people at 1 Utama while getting light bulbs. Cempakans (17) night out at Poppy that Saturday. Got rather smashed, i gather. Also learnt after a few days not to cook when you've just woken up, what more after sharpening your knife the day before. Didja know that fingertip grows faster than nail? I didnt!
Week Three to present
Once almost everyone was back the usual summer-isms started. Movies, mamak, cybercafes, gambling, that old hat. Totally lost track of time - was goin out practically everyday. Managed to meet up with the faaab-beau Petronas scholars too. Happy 21st, Puterayy!! Oh yeah and discovered widgets on windows via Konfabulator. Up yours, Dashboard!
Yeaps i realized i haven't been online much either. When i do get to spend some time on my comp its to catch up with some gaming. And i PROMISE i have some rants coming up, especially about Akademi Fantasia. Well that or how the house conveniently falls apart everytime i get back, and i'm the only one in the house that actually knows how to use a drill/hammer/saw. Wouldn't mind making a little noise about the crazy shit UMNO has been saying recently either. If only i can get myself to sit down and blog like this again anytime in the next week or so. Oh well.
Wednesday, June 29, 2005
yeeeehaAW!
Dayymn its good to be home.
Been back since early Monday morn, where my father and i conspired to surprise my mom at some convention she was at in town. Kinda worked, except daddy-o only called me and unintelligibly told me to hide when they were just around the corner. The flight was also lovely - caught a thunderstorm in the sky, and the usual tricolor sunrise.Also ended up seating next to a warwick grad. Kudos to MAS for chucking in the video on demand system back in economy class, although melepas on an upgrade this time. Woulda liked soo much to try all the new fa-bouu comforts in business.
In just less than 3 days i've caught up on a lot of eating. True, the whole "come back and gorge" thing is gettin old after almost 4 years, but its still fun - althought my stomach is still in shock after bubur pedas, sarawak laksa, chicken rice, rojak, sotong kangkong, lin chee kang, sambal belacan, grilled skate with air asam and what not. And my aunty definitely knows i'm back in the kitchaaynn - everything with an edge is razor sharp again.
Got some catching up to do on Akedemi Fantasia though, as both my parents are elbows deep in it. After just watching one update , with the even more kampong cast - half are from east malaysia and half of em can't speak english at all, i've relegated myself to watching it with my parents for just one reason. The rather hot eurasian choreographer, Linda Hashim. There is a little bit more talent in this bunch though.
Gettin y'all up to speed...
After gettin back from my weeklong sojourn in London - hopping trains and coaches due to railworks just to make the goddamn MSA BBQ - It was pretty quiet for the last week of term. A second BBQ didn't happen, and the only partyin we did was the free international soc's HEAT event on thurs. Without going into details, yeah it was goooood. Especially since i was really in the mood to party. Why you ask? - against all odds, i got a 1st ! Well not exactly an amazing 1st, but still a 1st nonetheless! I was going to be overjoyed with a 2-1, but heyy!. Now all i need to resume my Petronas scholarship is the presidents' (of goddamn petronas, not just the educational division - dunno why - it was all clear up to him )"okay" , which wont be that easy to get. Looks like there's gonna be more brown-nosing and CV flogging to be done here....
Havent done much else back home - gotta wait for my transcripts to start on all that. Haven't seen anyone else back home either. Now i gotta wait out for another week cos i got a flight tonight up north for my grandmas' 1 year wake ceremony at the temple. At least i'll only be serving monks, and not a throng of relatives that come outta nowhere. While they're chanting i'll just be thinking more about the tricked-out shuttle PC i'm gonna slap together when i get back. Even thinking of the specs alone almost makes me grunt.
Caught "Sepet" on the flight back. On one side, it feels just like a looong version of those sentimental ads Yasmin Ahmad's good for, but then again, it still manages to be quite engaging at times despite the rickety story, syncopated screenplay and generally stiff, clumsy acting ( save for Ida Nerina & Harith Iskandar, who somehow manages to get away with using the term 'MILF' in a m'sian movie)
Dammit i got more good rants coming up when i get back - haiya gotta go to airport in a few minutes....tak sempat laarr - hope i remember them by then. Anyhoo to sum it up:
1. Airline food is the refuse collected from the deepest pits of the Twisting Nether.
2. MAS' nasi lemak, however, is personally made by Satan himself , mostly from the intestinal scrapings of a thousand damned.
3. My parents, god bless them , still have the IT capacity of a stone pestle.
4. Oh yeah - true friends are those who have faith in you, and redemption is sweeter than ambrosia itself.
"chiibai....macam puki nak tangga - clean properly!" - my mother, suddenly being a lot more liberal with her vocab around the house.
Dayymn its good to be home.
Been back since early Monday morn, where my father and i conspired to surprise my mom at some convention she was at in town. Kinda worked, except daddy-o only called me and unintelligibly told me to hide when they were just around the corner. The flight was also lovely - caught a thunderstorm in the sky, and the usual tricolor sunrise.Also ended up seating next to a warwick grad. Kudos to MAS for chucking in the video on demand system back in economy class, although melepas on an upgrade this time. Woulda liked soo much to try all the new fa-bouu comforts in business.
In just less than 3 days i've caught up on a lot of eating. True, the whole "come back and gorge" thing is gettin old after almost 4 years, but its still fun - althought my stomach is still in shock after bubur pedas, sarawak laksa, chicken rice, rojak, sotong kangkong, lin chee kang, sambal belacan, grilled skate with air asam and what not. And my aunty definitely knows i'm back in the kitchaaynn - everything with an edge is razor sharp again.
Got some catching up to do on Akedemi Fantasia though, as both my parents are elbows deep in it. After just watching one update , with the even more kampong cast - half are from east malaysia and half of em can't speak english at all, i've relegated myself to watching it with my parents for just one reason. The rather hot eurasian choreographer, Linda Hashim. There is a little bit more talent in this bunch though.
Gettin y'all up to speed...
After gettin back from my weeklong sojourn in London - hopping trains and coaches due to railworks just to make the goddamn MSA BBQ - It was pretty quiet for the last week of term. A second BBQ didn't happen, and the only partyin we did was the free international soc's HEAT event on thurs. Without going into details, yeah it was goooood. Especially since i was really in the mood to party. Why you ask? - against all odds, i got a 1st ! Well not exactly an amazing 1st, but still a 1st nonetheless! I was going to be overjoyed with a 2-1, but heyy!. Now all i need to resume my Petronas scholarship is the presidents' (of goddamn petronas, not just the educational division - dunno why - it was all clear up to him )"okay" , which wont be that easy to get. Looks like there's gonna be more brown-nosing and CV flogging to be done here....
Havent done much else back home - gotta wait for my transcripts to start on all that. Haven't seen anyone else back home either. Now i gotta wait out for another week cos i got a flight tonight up north for my grandmas' 1 year wake ceremony at the temple. At least i'll only be serving monks, and not a throng of relatives that come outta nowhere. While they're chanting i'll just be thinking more about the tricked-out shuttle PC i'm gonna slap together when i get back. Even thinking of the specs alone almost makes me grunt.
Caught "Sepet" on the flight back. On one side, it feels just like a looong version of those sentimental ads Yasmin Ahmad's good for, but then again, it still manages to be quite engaging at times despite the rickety story, syncopated screenplay and generally stiff, clumsy acting ( save for Ida Nerina & Harith Iskandar, who somehow manages to get away with using the term 'MILF' in a m'sian movie)
Dammit i got more good rants coming up when i get back - haiya gotta go to airport in a few minutes....tak sempat laarr - hope i remember them by then. Anyhoo to sum it up:
1. Airline food is the refuse collected from the deepest pits of the Twisting Nether.
2. MAS' nasi lemak, however, is personally made by Satan himself , mostly from the intestinal scrapings of a thousand damned.
3. My parents, god bless them , still have the IT capacity of a stone pestle.
4. Oh yeah - true friends are those who have faith in you, and redemption is sweeter than ambrosia itself.
"chiibai....macam puki nak tangga - clean properly!" - my mother, suddenly being a lot more liberal with her vocab around the house.
Wednesday, June 15, 2005
Londoness...serioosss!
Comin to ya LIVe from somewhere near Gloucester Road, it's-ah-me!!!
Been doing the usual London stuff. Catching up on a lot of food - so far managed 4 Seasons, steamboat, Jap center and Lebanese! yayy! And one shopping run...apa nak buat tengah miskin sikit.
Body clock not getting much better tho. Weird ass sleeping habits, combined with shifts of WoW on Darren's account are not helping. Just caught Mr & Ms Smith last night - It wasn't too bad, action was good and all but the story was kinda iffy. Just your typical american situational comedy , only with darker humour and hitmen.
Made steamboat on Sat night here, and then cooked Italian(prego!) at Windermere Monday. My new italian recipes jadiii! Yup you guys were guinea pigs, like usual. Tapi sodap gak kann?
Just a brief little rant for today :- Online gaming, especially MMORPGs. Its been said before that:
normal person + total anonymity = absolute fuckwad
You find instances of this in forums now and then, when out of nowhere some wiseass fool starts to stir shit up by suddenly diving in, leaving a non p/c comment or scathing remark that rolls into an idealogically/racially/all of the above shitstorm.
This gets even more especially annoying when you play online games. After downloading shitloads of patches, sitting out horrible lag and finally joining a game, you have to deal with total fuckwads. Smack talking is one thing, but random irritating comments,condescending advice and downright bitchy whining makes gaming online with humans an absolute rectal itch more than half the time. Dude, i'm "sorry" i dont sit down and play those games all day to be anywhere near your godly level of skill and command and i'm "sorry" that instead of forsaking the sun and sitting over hunched over a computer over a hypnotic trance and mouse movements that just BEG for RSI , i choose the company of REAL people and not the online avatar of some 'girl' that danced for you in WoW for rescuing her from "Thornus the thorned-cocked demon of the hellborne".
Just stop calling people noobz, or simply pissing them off with such gems as " you stpid cow head balls spit" . It wouldn't killya to be civil once in a while. Unless you're an fat pimple faced pig nosed little shitwad who has no other redeeming value on this earth instead of producing carbon dioxide , and acting superior and berating other people online is the only way you can channel your angst and general loser-liness. Fuck you.
Anyhoo had a blast every single time i've been summoned over to Windemere this year. Despite all the little brother-ish ragging it was seriously a hoot. Its really nice cooking for people who really appreciate it. And of course join in the salacious claws-out conversations. Time to catch some sleep now - and later to score more ticks in my foodie list. Cheerio!
" I like ass!" & " Lets all sing Raihan" - Fi, within half an hour of each other.
Comin to ya LIVe from somewhere near Gloucester Road, it's-ah-me!!!
Been doing the usual London stuff. Catching up on a lot of food - so far managed 4 Seasons, steamboat, Jap center and Lebanese! yayy! And one shopping run...apa nak buat tengah miskin sikit.
Body clock not getting much better tho. Weird ass sleeping habits, combined with shifts of WoW on Darren's account are not helping. Just caught Mr & Ms Smith last night - It wasn't too bad, action was good and all but the story was kinda iffy. Just your typical american situational comedy , only with darker humour and hitmen.
Made steamboat on Sat night here, and then cooked Italian(prego!) at Windermere Monday. My new italian recipes jadiii! Yup you guys were guinea pigs, like usual. Tapi sodap gak kann?
Just a brief little rant for today :- Online gaming, especially MMORPGs. Its been said before that:
normal person + total anonymity = absolute fuckwad
You find instances of this in forums now and then, when out of nowhere some wiseass fool starts to stir shit up by suddenly diving in, leaving a non p/c comment or scathing remark that rolls into an idealogically/racially/all of the above shitstorm.
This gets even more especially annoying when you play online games. After downloading shitloads of patches, sitting out horrible lag and finally joining a game, you have to deal with total fuckwads. Smack talking is one thing, but random irritating comments,condescending advice and downright bitchy whining makes gaming online with humans an absolute rectal itch more than half the time. Dude, i'm "sorry" i dont sit down and play those games all day to be anywhere near your godly level of skill and command and i'm "sorry" that instead of forsaking the sun and sitting over hunched over a computer over a hypnotic trance and mouse movements that just BEG for RSI , i choose the company of REAL people and not the online avatar of some 'girl' that danced for you in WoW for rescuing her from "Thornus the thorned-cocked demon of the hellborne".
Just stop calling people noobz, or simply pissing them off with such gems as " you stpid cow head balls spit" . It wouldn't killya to be civil once in a while. Unless you're an fat pimple faced pig nosed little shitwad who has no other redeeming value on this earth instead of producing carbon dioxide , and acting superior and berating other people online is the only way you can channel your angst and general loser-liness. Fuck you.
Anyhoo had a blast every single time i've been summoned over to Windemere this year. Despite all the little brother-ish ragging it was seriously a hoot. Its really nice cooking for people who really appreciate it. And of course join in the salacious claws-out conversations. Time to catch some sleep now - and later to score more ticks in my foodie list. Cheerio!
" I like ass!" & " Lets all sing Raihan" - Fi, within half an hour of each other.
Thursday, June 09, 2005
That's a rap!...i hope
...and i'm done for the year. I've pretty much worked my ass as best i can. Asides actually being fairly confident in most of my papers ( well more than last year anyway ), the rest is in the hands of the markers( and of course the big Man).
Been burning time like nothing else in the last coupla days. Mostly on goddamned warcraft, and foosball down at Rootes. Started sleeping 6am to 4pm on average too - madnessh.
Sorry to sound so curt, and to be without anything ranty or amusing to slap on mah blohg. But i've just finished cleaning up after a nice little BBQ we had near my hall - Wave, Hon Win, Taib, Kiok ,Joanne, Huey Chin , Sangeetha and myself. Macam batak jakun baru keluar hutan nak light the fire. Stupid English BBQ briquettes. Dahlah macam taik gajah - tak boleh pecah - nak nyala pun macam sial. Give me M'sian arang kayu anyday. The last i heard no one's having anykind of food poisoning, and i hope it stays that way, esp for the ladies who're going on a road trip.
Oh yeah had another round of Fudge after the BBQ. We pretty much put away 2 1/2 bottles of vodka. Hahaha hilarity - Joanne was the life of the party, and Wave fell asleep for a bit with his face resting on the rim of the puke jug that i luckily prepared ( and he so obligingly filled). Thank god Bericote's just a short, 2-people-assisted shamble away. Photo montage to follow eventually. "Vivid! Mac ROcks!! 12:45!! Amar is Great!!"
Gonna catch some zzs now, and hopefully wake up early enough to shamble into London to see y'all whom i miss shooooo much- its been bout 8 weeks innit? Can't wait!!!
"what do u think? boobs fall from trees ah?" - Naz, clearly drawing the line for any forseeable sex change op.
...and i'm done for the year. I've pretty much worked my ass as best i can. Asides actually being fairly confident in most of my papers ( well more than last year anyway ), the rest is in the hands of the markers( and of course the big Man).
Been burning time like nothing else in the last coupla days. Mostly on goddamned warcraft, and foosball down at Rootes. Started sleeping 6am to 4pm on average too - madnessh.
Sorry to sound so curt, and to be without anything ranty or amusing to slap on mah blohg. But i've just finished cleaning up after a nice little BBQ we had near my hall - Wave, Hon Win, Taib, Kiok ,Joanne, Huey Chin , Sangeetha and myself. Macam batak jakun baru keluar hutan nak light the fire. Stupid English BBQ briquettes. Dahlah macam taik gajah - tak boleh pecah - nak nyala pun macam sial. Give me M'sian arang kayu anyday. The last i heard no one's having anykind of food poisoning, and i hope it stays that way, esp for the ladies who're going on a road trip.
Oh yeah had another round of Fudge after the BBQ. We pretty much put away 2 1/2 bottles of vodka. Hahaha hilarity - Joanne was the life of the party, and Wave fell asleep for a bit with his face resting on the rim of the puke jug that i luckily prepared ( and he so obligingly filled). Thank god Bericote's just a short, 2-people-assisted shamble away. Photo montage to follow eventually. "Vivid! Mac ROcks!! 12:45!! Amar is Great!!"
Gonna catch some zzs now, and hopefully wake up early enough to shamble into London to see y'all whom i miss shooooo much- its been bout 8 weeks innit? Can't wait!!!
"what do u think? boobs fall from trees ah?" - Naz, clearly drawing the line for any forseeable sex change op.
Saturday, June 04, 2005
Listening To : Slow Down - Bobby Valentino
Feeling : definitely not a sense of urgency
Waaargh i couldn't be in any more of a holiday mood - Drinking freshly made Mojitos and listening to Salsa while doing the mechanics questions for the last paper. Sigh. One more, just one more.
In my innate procrastinatism (izzat a word?) i finally signed up to jiwang.org. What can i say, indon rock rocks! Get songs by 'Peter Pan' and 'Dewa' !! Also:
Quotes?
"Kasi itu bangla mandayy!" either Waris or myself, during an early morning cocking session where we somehow got to banglas being shot with a water riot cannon.
Oh and a real gem i found online:
Dude: You're fat
Fat Chick: It's just baby fatt!!
Dude: Daaaymn...how many babies did you eat?
Feeling : definitely not a sense of urgency
Waaargh i couldn't be in any more of a holiday mood - Drinking freshly made Mojitos and listening to Salsa while doing the mechanics questions for the last paper. Sigh. One more, just one more.
In my innate procrastinatism (izzat a word?) i finally signed up to jiwang.org. What can i say, indon rock rocks! Get songs by 'Peter Pan' and 'Dewa' !! Also:
My ultra sexy ethnic stud-muffin name is Ignacio Amante.
Take The Ethnic Stud Name Generator today!
Created with Rum and Monkey's Name Generator Generator.
Quotes?
"Kasi itu bangla mandayy!" either Waris or myself, during an early morning cocking session where we somehow got to banglas being shot with a water riot cannon.
Oh and a real gem i found online:
Dude: You're fat
Fat Chick: It's just baby fatt!!
Dude: Daaaymn...how many babies did you eat?
Thursday, June 02, 2005
Errata Corrige
Hockaaay got quite a bit of flak for the last post. Anyway its off ,its done. Apologies to all those who were offended , and especially of course the person it involved the most. It was wrong in the first place to even have read a password protected blog, regardless of how i came across it, It was even more wrong to even drop an alluding hint of its existence on my blog, which preceded the mmass influx and eventual cracking of the blog. And its even worse to put up an actual entry of that blog, which was pretty much the equivalence of kicking someone when they down. It was inexcusable and morally wrong etc etc etc. It was an immature, cheap shot and a direct assault on her privacy and the sanctity of her private thoughts. Sorry, sorry , sorry. Disregard the contents of the previous post as it is an unfair portrayal or her character. Again, profuse apologies to all who were offended, especially Nadia herself.
Hockaaay got quite a bit of flak for the last post. Anyway its off ,its done. Apologies to all those who were offended , and especially of course the person it involved the most. It was wrong in the first place to even have read a password protected blog, regardless of how i came across it, It was even more wrong to even drop an alluding hint of its existence on my blog, which preceded the mmass influx and eventual cracking of the blog. And its even worse to put up an actual entry of that blog, which was pretty much the equivalence of kicking someone when they down. It was inexcusable and morally wrong etc etc etc. It was an immature, cheap shot and a direct assault on her privacy and the sanctity of her private thoughts. Sorry, sorry , sorry. Disregard the contents of the previous post as it is an unfair portrayal or her character. Again, profuse apologies to all who were offended, especially Nadia herself.
Saturday, May 28, 2005
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
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
Monday, May 23, 2005
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.....
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.....
Thursday, May 19, 2005
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
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
Wednesday, May 18, 2005
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......
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......
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
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
Saturday, May 14, 2005
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?
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?
Friday, May 13, 2005
*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.
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
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
Thursday, May 12, 2005
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.
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.
Wednesday, May 11, 2005
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?
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?
Sunday, May 08, 2005
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
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
Tuesday, May 03, 2005
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
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
Thursday, April 28, 2005
Listening to : Ryan Cabrera - True
Feelin : rather in a spot of physical torment, old chap
No Pain, No Gain..err... or Loss
Ow. Ow ow ow. Just got back 'bout an hour ago from the gym. Went anyway despite major sleep deprivation and residual muscle aches from getting back into fencing after Easter - idea. Until now, i've got cramps in my legs that can't be beat even if you were an iron-defecient woman 8 months pregnant with octuplets. If the sheer murderousness of that session won't knock me out, i'd be hard pressed to find something that will.
A queue is still a queue, by any other name
Gragh. Just swung by the engineering labs yest. to print out some solidworks stuff for the coursework and a few slides from the last Tech Sci Module.
Time taken to sift thru the PDFs and spool them : 2 mins
Time i had to wait to get up in the printer queue : 30+ minutes
Why? Because one guy's like printing practically the whole year's worth of notes for a few of the modules. Like never before go to lectures or check pigeonhole like that. Single page. And one sided too, for some reason. No prizes for guessing where the inconsiderate fucktard comes from.
Well, i'm just gonna hit the sack now. Actually finally feeling sleepy. Just hope i wont freakin wake up before dawn.
Vir prudens non contra ventum mingit.
Feelin : rather in a spot of physical torment, old chap
No Pain, No Gain..err... or Loss
Ow. Ow ow ow. Just got back 'bout an hour ago from the gym. Went anyway despite major sleep deprivation and residual muscle aches from getting back into fencing after Easter - idea. Until now, i've got cramps in my legs that can't be beat even if you were an iron-defecient woman 8 months pregnant with octuplets. If the sheer murderousness of that session won't knock me out, i'd be hard pressed to find something that will.
A queue is still a queue, by any other name
Gragh. Just swung by the engineering labs yest. to print out some solidworks stuff for the coursework and a few slides from the last Tech Sci Module.
Time taken to sift thru the PDFs and spool them : 2 mins
Time i had to wait to get up in the printer queue : 30+ minutes
Why? Because one guy's like printing practically the whole year's worth of notes for a few of the modules. Like never before go to lectures or check pigeonhole like that. Single page. And one sided too, for some reason. No prizes for guessing where the inconsiderate fucktard comes from.
Well, i'm just gonna hit the sack now. Actually finally feeling sleepy. Just hope i wont freakin wake up before dawn.
Vir prudens non contra ventum mingit.
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