Olla

Because I'm too lazy to think of a proper title.

I'm suddenly under a lot of pressure.

I'm under Muse - Supermassive Black Hole audiotherapy to get right of it.

How NOT to spend your weekend

Having to wake up on a Phyne (attrib. Zack) Saturday morning & finding out that you have a colossal headache, your joints are aching all over, your throat has a burning, coarse, lump of coal stuck in there and you're fighting the urge to spontaneously heave.

I'm all much better now, thanks to a day off and a barrage of meds, which ironicly will cure me but over the course of the years will just null the effectiveness of the medicine because of the evolution of the virus's resistance to the drugs. Only thing that's still not fully cured is the cough. Yes, I've entered cough season.

Among other things

Since I was doing light blog reading, I came upon 2 recent post about gaming. So here's my dua-kali-lima. Don't ask me to translate it to English, I don't know how to explain it.

I've been gaming on my PC ever since the days of 286 and crashing the many ones that came after it. That also incurred the wrath of my dad and the sibling fights for game time with my brother for the PC. Now, with my own computer I have currently these to keep the gamer in me happy

Guild Wars. 3 expansions later and I've never looked back. No Subs.

EVE. Space fights. Total PVP. Jaw-dropping graphics. Free download, monthly subs.

Neverwinter Nights. Strip my level 20 monk naked & he can still kick your butt from here to Sunday.

Clive Barker's Undying. When I played it for the first time in 2001, it kept me at flight-or-fight mode. Now, still do.

Even after the spooks treatment from Undying, I still get nasty suprises from exploding fireworks. I do not enjoy being jumped out of my skin when fireworks goes BOOM out of the blue, hence the fist shake.

Wedding plan day 2 and already the estimated figures are hitting 4-digit values. Thing's I've learn about searching for local websites.

1. 99% of them are all aimed at tourist or the tourism industry.

2. Jewellery store sites are non-existant. Prove me wrong. She found hers, I found mine, but there might be a complication.

3. Alvin & Ferdinand are awesome. Is there anyone in the group willing to volunteer to do it? :D

4. The closest hit to a wedding banquet in google is a static page in Merdeka Palace that gives a number to dial. a bit more information would be useful.

Horrible Singing

Damn, she looked so fine. Traffic in town was insane. Seriously, it was 8 p.m and it was jammed packed worse than the morning rush hour.
Anyhow, we got to Ipanema pretty much on time. I gotta say, that place is spacious. Maybe it's because it's not 10p.m yet. Anyway the menu. Food selection looks very good, and spoilt for choices. Most of them have Italian name i couln't pronounce. I had the tenderloin beef thing and she had beef shank. Medium rare.

Drinks on the other hand were a little bare. Most of it were beers, wines, cocktails. Thankfully, there was orange juice and I had myself Kampai.

Zack & Wee Na came in a little later and had their orders taken, non-military definition of course. Service is good, though i was a little irked at the speed which our food took. Zack had their orders delivered to them before our dish arrived. It arrived some moments later, nice and hot. Though I had only one complaint, I had asked for mash, they gave me fries. Sure they're potatoes, but I want it mashed. Meh.

Other than that, the dishes are well done to our specification. Another good place to go other than the Junk. And like the Junk, the price/portion is very good, comparable to places like The Junk & Bla Bla Bla. From the dress to the dinner was all planned. It was the wine at Mojo that went impromptu.

When we got there around 10, Mojo was getting a steady flow of customers. And i had no idea the placed was packed. I mean, the tables were all booked! Finally got the chance to share the Mead wine, or Honey wine with her. Her pallate approved. Zack loves it. Wee Na loves it.

Kudos to Mojo management for the free condoms bit. If people are feeling frisky tonight, they might as well do it safely. Too bad our chicks didnt get free thongs. Mmm...

Bunny Babes! White furry, fluffy ears, snub tail and really cute & somewhat short. I have no idea why a bunny, maybe it's because bunnies humps each other so much and so often and little one's pops up like cute little pop-up, things.

Kiss Booth! RM20, a tequila shot and a a kiss from a Bunny Babe. Look, guys, it's a KISS! Not a peck or touch of the lips. If Zack and myself are single and aren't attached with our woman, we'd show the guys there how to REALLY kiss. With the Kiss Booth Bunny Babe, you sick freak.

Gerald, Mojo owner promptly poured me a full glass shot of Tequila with Tabasco sauce just because I asked if any cocktails in the menu were appropriate for male concumptoin. I found out that cocktails are mean't for female concumption, or reccomended for females. With that in mind, I paid for my generous shot of Tequila and downed in. Nature Boy vocal stage entry signature ensued, 3 times, I lost count after that.

Zack suggested that our chicks get a shot of tequila too. Both said no, which I figured that's what they would say, but then Dulcy suprised me by saying she'll do it for half a shot. Wee Na agreed and bottom's up ensued. Of course Zack & myself got the 1 1/2 right after.

We left Mojo early but Zack & Wee Na stayed back. And passing out in bed right after I lied down wraps up a memorable time.

Kampai + Honey wine + unknown white wine chosen by our chicks + 3 1/2 shots of tequila with tabasco sauce (other 1/2 Dulcy drank) = me still feeling the aftermath.

S.A.D

Aye, today is the day when the streets are crawling with hawkers and flower sellers on the go selling red/pink, romantic-quality gifts. Their quarry, unsuspecting, innocent, sex-ed up couples.

What are the chances of them entering an establishment and begin selling their wares?

Anyway, earlier on Hitz.fm I was listening to JJ & Rudy. Instead of calling it Valentine's Day, they've taken upon themselves to declare from this moment forth, a Single's Awareness Day, or S.A.D. And their war cry of the day (if you call it that) is, whenever singles see a couple, say "NYEH!" (Best phonetic spelling)

Dance Inside

The title came from a line in a song i was listening to. I know I should be used to this sight, but I'm still getting my head around this. Every time the pay check comes in, it's a wonderful feeling to see the amount of money in your account... Then you realise, you have bills to pay, and in under a few clicks or a few push buttons at the ATM machine, it's down to the small, minute, kinda pathetic value that it once was just a few moments ago...

Anyway, last weekend was a major cleanup at my house. 1, was because the Chinese New Year celebration is coming up and; 2, my grandma is at my uncle's for a while so it's a good time to really clear up the place.

The dust and cobwebs from the nooks and cranny are expected, though what scared me was the tons of stuff that was kept! Seriously, how did my grandma managed to keep all those stuff? What stuff you ask? Empty bottles, containers, magazines, pencil's, you name it, it's probably there.

And I still haven't cleared up my room yet. Stuff has got to go, and more stuff to be add in. Sigh. Then there's the dust cleaning, web clearing to do.

From the house clean up, I found some stuff i didn't expect to find. Firstly, my casing. Well, it wasn't much of a suprise because it was in plain sight but i never thought of a use for it till now. Then there were roughly cut-up pieces of polycarbonate from my dormant custom case project.

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I better make those happen. Not to mention,I can't find my S-video to RCA cable. Since I got a tv so i figured i put the tv to use and have an extra monitor. That, and my new PC parts are all assembled so it needs a new body and that's where i gotta get my rig done.

2 more days to the time where every flower seller will attempt to do a roll check on Summon Conscience and make every man feeling guilty and ending up buying an obesely overpriced stalk of rose. Or some other flower. It's also the day where single people out there lament, or just go 'meh', about the lack of a significant other, where man lament on the double critical damage taken by their wallet and their financial strength. This is the day when a newly develop couple or seasoned veterans, the female of the side get to be pampered on. New dress, romantic dinner with good food and the person they love, and things that go bump in the night.

What about me? Dinner with my girl, a present for her a day earlier, and tightening my belt 3 notches more than usual til April comes.

Mantra of the day

AskANinja DVD!
Apply directly to your brain!
AskANinja DVD!
Apply directly to your brain!
AskANinja DVD!
Apply directly to your brain!

In other news, trying to play Silent Assassin (Not THAT other assassin!) game after some time. Last time I installed, it kept crashing.

Treat's

I wanted to post this yesterday but the connection here in the office lately is unstable. We pretty much narrowed it down to the router fucking up, the power keeps on tripping in a very isolated manner which i find it strange, the telephone line is fucked or the server's services is fucked.

Take your pick, I'm sure either of them are correct.

Anyway, yesterday around lunch time, a good buddy of mine Terence, passed me the 2nd hand ATI Radeon 9800 Pro. My cost, RM600. Came in its box, anti-static bag, 2 full games (Counter Strike: Condition Zero & Yager), DVD playback software and manual.

And the card gotten an upgrade in heatsink cooling. The GPU is using the Thermaltake Dual Heatpipe Cooling heatsink and that thing is HUGE! Also, the RAM chips have copper heatsinks stuck to them. Aparrently, this is built with long gaming hours in mind. I'm thinking maybe 12 hours gaming non-stop.

All I need now is to put them all together. To do that, I need a new casing. And I want a Wacom tablet. ^@^

Symbols

Just so everyone is clear about it, this is what phallic means.

Of course a guitar looks phallic. So does the trombone, and the flute. Heck, let's all be anally hypersensitive about it. All blowing instruments are phallic! Why, because you have to blow them to play them, get it? No, I fail to see why.

Let's go even further about this, "sensitive" issue. Spoons are phallic you know? You dont? Why, it looks like a guy's 'ding ding dong.' Then there's handphones (mobile phones or cellular phones to the rest of you lots)! Oh woe, handphones! Why you ask? They vibrate!! Imagine the uses of them! Aiee!

Then there's the classic Nut's and Bolt's! Get rid of them! Do not show to kids because they are phallic! Gasp! Cars with sensually designed curves! They are phallic symbols of a woman's sexual bodyline curves! Trash it, quick!

Knives are phallic too. Especially those with spring up action. Very phallic. Police batons, so phallic. Just look at them, it's so phallic! So evil!

Key's and door knobs are glaringly phallic. You have to insert the key into the keyhole to unlock the door. Tsk tsk, such phallic action.

And of course not the last of this all, whoever invented the male/female terms for fitting in parts must be so phallic-induced. Computer's are the very embodiment of phallic, they got Plug-and-Play ma... Aiyo, how le?

Sheesh people, get over it.

Crack!

It took 5 minutes to think of something for a title. I'm feeling like I'm stretched too far. Like butter scrapped over too much bread, as how Bilbo Baggins puts it.

I dont have an idea how to explain this properly but here's a shot at it anyway. I would'nt say I need time for mysef, rather I need to shut off my mind from thinking a lot things.

I do not enjoy being happy and cheerful one moment and then proceed to make me feel guilty and awful. It's like having your face slammed to the shit on the ground like how evil-doers slams heros to the ground by their faces in a fight. On top of that, having your chest pounded to the point of breaking your rib cage and coughing blood and seeing your still beating heart before you black out permanently.

I don't like being interrupted by witty insults & sarcasm. Once a while is okay, but not all the time.

I know I'm quite patient, but I'm not without limits and it's about full.

Card Game

No, no, I didn't start myself on a new card collecting craze. Though the illustrations on the Magic: The Gathering cards are awesome and are so worth being a collector's item. Nope, as much as I like to start collecting, I didnt.

Last night, while Dulcy & myself were at the shop waiting for the guys to turn up, I picked up a deck of UNO cards. Yeah, it's THOSE evil card game that never seems to end. ANd they have Hello Kitty imprinted on them... *Sigh*

Anyways, I taught her how to play the game, based on what i vaguely remember and guideline from the rules... Needless to say, she wasn't happy to lose at the tutorial stages. When the guys arrives, guys being Zack, Jerome and Iain, we got our drinks set, and started playing.

There were hiccups along the way cause I cant recall exactly how some of the cards are played and how they worked but at the end of the session, we've pretty much understand the gameplay.

Now, at the beginnign of our UNO game session, Dulcy won the first 2 runs. Some beginners luck for one who just started playing. And I lost miserably at the 1st take. *Card gods must have an issue with me*

Zack, well, for lack of better way to describe, was wailing and begging on the phone for Wee Na to come save him...

The last session, Iain finished first, followed by myself, then Dulcy, Zack & Wee Na. Now it was down to Jerome and Seng. From a game of discarding your cards on hand, it turned to "EAT MY CARDS! EAT IT!". That last session took about 30 minutes or so to finish and Seng won.

Question: Now that we all know that there are 2 decks of Hello Kitty UNO cards there, are we ever going back there?

My answer:
I'm a gonne git meself a pack'o'em UNO cards and card protectors (If they fit that is, and I'm blaming this anal card-protector-on-UNO-cards thing on Zack.) because they are evil, and comes in such a small package of evil gleeful scheming fun.
And yes, I think I'll go there still.