My blog is this and that way

Dear all,

I have temporarily relocated to a new site. 'Temporarily' means anywhere up to a year. Depending on how much I have in my pockets, the new site will survive more than a year. Failing which, I will return to this blog.

No worries though. Your comments on this site are still being read by yours truly. It is the finals now, and I can't really be arsed to customize both this and that site. Some of the stuff will have to wait until the middle of July, where I will be free... for a week.

Anyway, I hope that my bandwith or disk usage doesn't go up too much - else I have to pay Dreamhost, and RM to USD conversion is... you know, not on our side.

See you here/there!

A day at the airport

Some guy kissed my car's ass today.

Some guy kissed my car's ass today.

It happened at the toll bridge traffic light, in the direction of Petra Jaya. I was drumming the steering wheel to the tune of some random Dayak song, gear in first position, pedal of the brake applied to the metal. Suddenly, there was slight jolt. I glanced at my side mirror and saw a Kelisa that had gotten a little too close to my car's arse... blue Kelisa, guy driver, QKV2383.

Well, I don't want no hubba-hubba. Especially not at a traffic light intersection at the time when people are rushing home. Not to mention the guy's wife is inside the car... hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, even though it's his fault. I glanced through my rear windscreen. He raised his hand. I raised mine. He raised his again. I raised mine, again. The light turned green, and we started to move.

After paying for the toll, I remembered that I forgot to take note of the car's plate number. Just in case though. It's not like I'm going to call my tonto friends... right? Um... Anyway, since I was in the fast lane and I saw the Kelisa coming in behind me, I changed lanes and allowed him to pass... along with his plate number, into my memory. Incidentally, the road we took are the same and this goes on and on and on...

Turns out he lives in the same residential area as me.

The damage is, as I had expected, superficial. The bumper is fortunately made of fiberglass, and the damage is negligible. The area affected is about the size of a one cent coin. That's it! My only concern now is to do some cosmetic modification as to hide the damaged area. Then again, maybe I'll just let it be a battle scar.

I wonder if I should count this as an accident, since it is not my fault and it is not that damaging. I guess I'll keep my records clean. After all, in the words of the Black Knight, "Tis but a scratch!"

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This blog will remain operational, however.

Mortality

There will be times in your life when the jarring reminder of mortality comes knocking.

First, I heard the news that Loga Arumugam, the member of the band Alleycats, passed away this morning.

Second, I was informed that a blogger and a fellow member of a forum I frequent has left this world in a sudden manner.

R.I.P.

Laziness

Went to a nearby bookshop to buy a newspaper. Since it is a public holiday, you can't really find people selling newspapers easily. There's nothing on the table, so I entered (penetrated, *cough cough*) the shop to look for other items of interest, like manga. Oh yeah. Haven't bought those for quite some time.

Well, nothing interesting on the bookshelves. As I turned around, I spotted something under the very table that was referred to earlier.

Newspapers. Bound up, freshly arrived.

"Have you got [name of newspaper]?"

"No, they haven't arrived yet."

"I see," said I, and left.

I didn't buy newspaper that day.

Fuck forwarded messages.

There, I've said it. I think I speak for all of us. Spending time that should've been done composing an e-mail to someone to clean up our inboxes instead. Silly things, wasting bandwith. No, no money will be donated to the dying girl since there is NO WAY TO TRACK WHERE AN EMAIL HAS GONE TO. No, I am immune to the girl who was murdered and buried, and reading the message will not do me any harm. Opening a message does not make me lose love/luck.

GTFO my inbox.

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Diarrhea sucks. That is all.

Pesan pemati

#1:
Pesan tu di tuju aku ngagai Lembu ak
Chapi, Manok ak Ayam, Serati ak Itik
engau bala kaban tik diau aba Kampung
Reban.

Pesan tu madah Babi ak Janik udah nadai
pagi tu tadi lalu deka di intu bala
mayoh kena malam 31/5/07 lalu deka di
empa kena 01/06/07... kena meri

SELAMAT GAWAI DAYAK...

#2:
Pesan tu mega dituju ke ngagai Langkau ak Ahrak, Tuak ak Tapai, semua sida tu di sibu,enda ditinggal ngagai Sitela ak Atos, Rimau ak Tiger, Oren ak Jebom, Kalsberg ak?? nadai surat pengada, Libul ak Lima, Jony ak wako enggau Cibas ak Regal, sida tu diau di miri enggau bintulu, laban JANI AK BABI, dah nadai, lalu disengai kena 31.05.2007, dikubur 03.06.2007 pukul 5:30p.m SELAMAT HARI GAWAI 2007, GAYU GURU GERAI NYAMAI..

20 May

Ach... been a while since I had written anything.

Did I joined any clubs? No, but I joined a Cosplay circle doing what I do all the time (photography lor). The first and last time I've cosplayed was during December's Open Day, and even then most people did not recognize who I was cosplaying as -_-; Bummer. Major Bummer.

Controversies and bad feelings? Well, there is/was this/these incident(s), but I don't think it is the right time to say anything yet - it is still ongoing. Maybe next year :P (So you guys will keep on reading my blog, duh!)

Stalkings are on a normal level - I've stalked a person who wishes to be anonymous (but failed) and someone who stole others' artworks - this is related to the above controversy. Finding out the anonymous person's real identity was one of the easiest stalking that I had done that it was so... unexciting.

Friends and relationships? Hmm. Hmmmm. It's complicated (as in my Friendster's profile). My social life revolves largely around a group that shares the same interest with me, though I must admit that talking about the same thing every time gets old fairly quick. Am I looking for a companion from the opposite sex? Definitely. Do I have the time and commitment for a relationship? Doubtful. Can I afford a relationship? Maybe. Are there any candidates? Quite a few, though it seems that all of them are protected by their circle of friends. Impossible to approach unless I get to know their friends, and I'm not exactly the type that is able to start a conversation.

Religion and politics? Well, apart from reading, printing and cutting the newspapers for noteworthy articles, I had not written anything about it yet. You have one lazy-ass writer over here who will need a constant prodding. Hey, I know. Who wants to be my editor?

Well... that sums up this update. Must've made a boring read.

Serikin

Transmail craft at Batu 7.



At Serikin.



Heading home from Serikin.



Mount Singgai.

Busy week

Monday - Classes. Classes. Classes. Everyone's not in a mood to study because... well, two days holiday dude!

Tuesday - Beach, here I come! Not the crowded, unsightly Damai beach mind you, but somewhere else, hidden from most people... and my, it has a killer view.

Wednesday - Cosplay! Actually, someone needs to do her video shooting assignment. So off to Sama Jaya Forest Reserve we went to. It was a hot, hot, hot day. A lot of water was consumed. We all probably ended up smelling like rats, too. Unfortunately, we did not finish the shooting that day - no choice but to wrap it all up and head to Crow Square for... tea? Brunch? What do people call those these days?

Thursday - Classes. Everyone's not in a mood to study because... well, they've just got back from a two day holiday!

Friday - Anime club meeting! Hilarity ensues. Haruhi dance included. Sorry, I'm holding the video hostage :P Woke up early cause I thought it was a deadline day - turned out it wasn't.

Saturday - Aww, Physics examination. I came out of it 2/3 alive. After that, something unexpected. Off to Stutong Park to shoot video again! I arrived home at 1930, after sending someone to Matang -_-; That's far, mind you... as far as 10th Mile.

Sunday - Zzz.

So, how was your week?

Food for thought

Friends don't make friends take the True Friends test.

Spy satellite

Overheard in a buffet line. The woman was whispering to a man:

"I slept with..."

Not that I blurred out the name, I didn't hear it.

Kopi Peng

Priceless

Making your own remote control for the 400D - priceless.

The Return

I have returned. But I can't tell you what happened, cause if I did, I'll have to kill you.

I might had a heart attack just now. A sharp, painful jab to the heart area but not the chest.

Mmmmhmmm (2)

The 'studio'.



The picture. Needs moar practice!

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