Two Times In!

I watched Law Abiding Citizen awhile back(I think it was yesterday, but last night my memory got wiped). It's an ok movie. Really. I mean, I wouldn't say it's a big budget blockbuster that's over publicized and advertised (like Dark Knight, Transformers, etc). But for an average sorta movie it really stands out. Well I'm glad Gerard Butler finally learned to not speak like a Scottish bastard.

Anywhossel, in a silly shopping spree, I wasted 36 bucks on 6 Dvds worth of Xbox games.

I bought the English version of Halo 3 : ODST(the first version was in French). For some reason the game comes with 2 dvds.

Also got Forza Motorsport 3 because of all the advertisements. Pretty disappointed. It's also 2 dvds. For a racing game, it's a failure, but for a racing simulator, it's pretty solid. Everything from real time individual tyre pressure and temperature can be monitored while racing. But the races themselves are downright boring, with uninspiring techno racing music and weak effects. I would rather play GRID or DIRT 2 any day.

Dragon Age : Origins was also bought. 1 dvd. But it's not working so fuck that game.


But the real meat was in this unassuming game:

Borderlands is a fucking beyond awesome game. I haven't even tapped into its multiplayer experience yet(guys, its playable on Garena, we should try this out if Modern Warfare 2 never gets out in pirated form). The singleplayer is a blend of Role Playing and FPS. Imagine the satisfaction of firing a gun of COD4 and the gigantic explorable, lootable world of Fallout 3. That's basically what Borderlands is about.

There are HUNDREDS of different weapons that not only feel different, but look unique and have varied stats and abilities. Unlike Fallout 3, the combat system is very first person shooter oriented. It's hard to explain, but all I have to say is if you've got nothing to do during the holidays, get this game. If enough people get it for PC, we can even play through missions together online!


Borderlands was so good that I had to find some way of playing it in my room(my xbox has been alternating between the upstairs and downstairs TV because my amp is dead, so there's no sound). I decided to just transplant the HIFI set (with a built in amplifier) to my table upstairs.


I know what you're thinking. Yes, that is a cassette deck on the HIFI set. It's old. Like 15 years old. But it delivers much more oomf from the speakers than the Audiolab amplifier ever could. Which is amazing.

Oh and I found two rats in the trap downstairs. Dumb rodents fell for the banana.

Don't worry, they will stand fair trial in the court of law tomorrow. My dad is prosecuting them on the grounds of trespassing property or something.



Oh, and there has been epic progress on my little tank and troops. Click this to see some pics. The picture of the tank is not up to date, I just resprayed it green.


Oh my gawd. Today's the first day of the week that I've managed to avoid checking if Call Of Duty Modern Warfare 2 is out. On Saturday night I check HP(dunno why though, I was aware that it was only going to be released on the 10th), Sunday, checked Pelangi, Monday, checked HP again(seriously, the more trailers you watch, the more you NEED to play it), and Tuesday me and Ian checked City Square and HP. I know. I'm nuts. Gonna check again tomorrow! I may even buy the original version. When cicaks fly...


lols..



cicaks..




flying...



wait a minute... wtf







Seriously, not even photoshoped, I saw this gigantic flying cicak in the sky. It was really creepy. Just floating by slowly.


That was a lie.


It was actually just plastered onto the car window.

This is not happening

Computer science paper was predictable compared to the other ones. Semester's over, just one minor paper/assignment left. After the compscience paper, I had a big fat burger at Friday's with Gurdave. It's almost like a ritual now. Especially our usual desert of fine duty-free booze. Which isn't really desert.

Twas the best way to de-stress. Especially for Gurdave who has been working day and night for the last 2 months to provide food for his family. Just kiddin, he's jobless and he couldn't care less.

Yuh, that's a tissue box. On my head. And that's hell(Gurdave's room).

The ride home was nearly as good as the day itself. When entering the tunnel near my house, the car went over a body of water and I actually drifted! Luckily I still had the sense to keep it in control. Fucking awesome. Never again though.

And I swear there were at least 6 different cops throughout the entire journey. I'm a good actor though. Still, pretty hilarious coming down a slope at 140, seeing a cop, slowing down to 70 then realizing the windows are all down and there's an angry German voice with backward sounding devil worship music on the stereo going,"UND KEINER EIER!".

In sad, bad news, my brother's old audiolab amplifier needs to be repaired. What's sad about that? Well, the damned thing is 20+ years old so if anything needs to be replaced, it's gonna cost a bomb or take a while. Which means my Xbox has to be played on the TV downstairs. Not exactly the ideal place, but I don't really feel like Xboxing now. More focused on my tanks(figures, and a little touch ups before the actual construction of the diorama), music(just started training and writing for some old riffs. I'm better at the theory than the actual implementation), and books(Capital is only 1/4 done, The God Delusion is more than half done. I'm a slow reader).

But I couldn't help but swing round Holiday Plaza. Turns out there's absolutely nothing new that's worth buying YET. But guess what I found yesterday on Garena?

Yuh probably can't see it from this blurry screenshot, but Garena has already begun support for Left 4 Dead 2, Borderlands, and most importantly, Call of Duty Modern Warfare 2. Yay.




Which one's the man in this picture?

I think they're both women. And that whoever runs the ad campaigns for PADINI needs to shoot him/herself twice. One for uninspired ads. Second's for being part of the marketing sector(which is the 2nd worst capitalist scheme).


Lookit this.

"Please Don't Touch".
Lols. I'm guessing they only put up that sign after some pervert rubbed that mannequin's crotch.


Don't ask me what I was doing taking pictures in a mall and then in a mall toilet, but hot damn what the fuck is this.

Ok, maybe they're working on that toilet, but seriously. Does that sign need to have an image of a person shoveling shit? It's as though capitalists want to degrade laborers every chance they get!



Arghhh..... Yawn.

See my shadow changing,
stretching up and over me
soften this old armor.
Hoping I can clear the way by
stepping through my shadow,
coming out the other side.
Step into the shadow.
Forty six and two
are just ahead of me.
Oh my god! You found the secret code! You are a genius! Now comment otherwise you'll never know the real secret behind the actual secret code. Confused? Comment!


Oh, and yeah my RSS feed contact list thing is messed up, so the links on the sidebar are not being updated. Which either means I have to retype all of them OR you guys have to start going over to Kua's blog for updates on updates.

Disgustipated: killing addictions $4 at a time

My mistake. THIS is what a Honda City gearbox looks like:



But yeah, I think I kinda got it right. No gears, just continuously variable. First thought of by Leonardo Da Vinci. Fucking crazy.

Speaking of ancient Italian people, Assassin's Creed II is coming out soon! After COD6MW2 and L4D2. Shit. Too many good games. Must buy everything. Fuck consumerism and its capitalist roots.


Che Guevara's last words were

"I know you've come to kill me. Shoot, coward, you are only going to kill a man."

Because he thought the revolution was immortal.

If there was a God, then God bless Google, Wikipedia and Ubuntu for at least trying. The revolution may be half dead, but also means it's half alive. Even though I'm as capitalist as they get, I always strive for communism, even if it's just words. Cause you know what, at least it balances things out. The moment it gets TOO communist, I'll root for capitalism.


Oh, and this is the reason why I get to use the car so often nowadays:

Well that's actually my foot, but it's my mom's Robocop-inspired foot cast thing.

I managed to try it out. She couldn't chase after me anyway, her toe bone is fractured.
The cast thing is a bit too small(that's why my toes are sticking out).
It has a few detachable parts that are kinda cool and scifi like.
It's even got a pump nozzle to inflate and deflate some air bags inside.
Also, there's a button that opens up a hatch with the robocop pistol inside.

One of these features is a LIE.


I had my maths and econs test today.

Math was predictably epic failish.
The moment I got the paper, I thought, "hey, might not be THAT bad."
Then I started answering, and then I cursed then i stopped, then i failed.


Econs was equally confusing. After reading up every god damn possible question, they went ahead and asked simple questions worth 6 marks each. I have no idea how I'm going to do. It's either gonna be 2 really bad fails or 2 close passes.

to bed!

I may find peace within the emptiness. How pitiful.

Bryan Yong called last night and talked about Top Gear. It got my old interest in cars back again. The whole night I spent just watching car reviews on TopGear's Youtube channel. About halfway through(when they were testing out the Ariel Atom), I realized that the Honda City I'm driving was kinda lame. Hahaha.

I mean, half the cars on that show do 0-100kmh in 4.5 seconds.
Even when I'm concentrating, I barely do that in 12 seconds...(though the official record online is 11 seconds)

I guess it's not that bad. The City's engine is kinda tame(1.5 i-DSI instead of VTEC), BUT the transmission is fucking awesome. It's so hard to describe, but I'll try. I got these explanations from 3 different sources, so I'll try to piece together what I think it is. Could be wrong though.

When in default setting, the car is friggin fuel efficient because it doesn't use a standard 4-speed gearbox, but a continuously variable transmission system with infinite ratios. So if you throttle up, the gear kinda 'slides' rather than 'shifts' down. It's not that amazing or amazingly new, but it's the reason why fuel consumption is better than some of the City's rivals.

But if you look at the steering wheel, you'll find this button that says "7-speed mode". Click that, and the gearbox emulates a standard gearbox with 7 individual forward gears. It still is the same gearbox, just that the on board computer tells it to behave like an automatic transmission with 7 gears. This 7-speed mode guzzles petrol at twice the rate. This is because the car is a monster in this mode. Well, not a monster, but compared to the regular mode it kinda is.

The third option is a combination of 7-speed mode and manual. on the steering are + and - buttons. After tapping the 7-speed mode button, tap the - or + button and the transmission becomes sorta semi-manual. Not completely manual though. The RPM redline is at 6, so whenever the transmission is being over-revved, it automatically shifts up. Which is annoying because 6000 RPM is kinda weak.

I've also been told the CVT system is kinda like a mountain bike transmission, the gears at the back wheel are the main 4, and the ones near the pedal are the extra 3. But that would mean 12 gear settings right? I dunno, whatever it is, Honda City is one FUCKING UGLY car despite having a crazy transmission thingy. The new City looks way better, but has a different transmission system.

Ok.. regular stuff now.



Just like all other communist leaders, I have finally butchered my own people. This is now a dictatorship:

I buried the legs and torsos, but left heads and arms as a reminder of my power.

Those are actually my unpainted Russian soldiers, just before I gave them the skin coloured paint coating. Painting these type of figures are the hardest, because each individual figure may have up to 5 different colours. Lucky I have blu tack. That way I can spray paint layer by layer.

I've got exams in a few hours time. Really lucky my exams are squished up in Wednesday, Thursday, Friday. Math is gonna suck, econs might suck if the questions are weird, cs will not suck, english will be fun. My English teacher says the topic for the argumentative essay might be 'religious schools'. Hehehe, I'm gonna have a blast.

I noticed that my recent posts haven't got any fillers. You remember the time when in between my psychedelic writing I pop a picture or a story or some lame joke. I kinda ran out of those things. Now it's all just talk! I'm not gonna kid you, if you look back at those posts, the written stuff is basically the same boring stuff, it just seems nice because of the fillers.

I miss fillers.

Ohmygod, squirrels!

The second picture shows that same squirrel being electrified, that's why its tail is up.


See... fillers are awesome.



otherwise I may come off as too dark and emo.

A dark and emo filler. Nothing else can describe the above picture.

In tank news, my Russian KV-2 giant Russian winter camoflaged Russian tank is finally done! No pictures shall be posted here, as promised. Whenever it is I post it, whoever is interested in that sorta thing can check out the Junkyard. It's not posted yet, so hang on you over enthusiastic non-person.

Then there's also something I wanted to say about my dogs. They're both back to normal. There are these two cats that are just pure evil. One lives on the street behind my house and the other lives on the street in front. To pass the time, they meet up at my neighbour's(the non-white neighbour) garden and stare at my dogs. This usually drives my dogs nuts and they start barking like crazy.

Last week, this is what happened.

They usually meet up at point A. but in the afternoon, one of the cats decided to walk along to point B. The two dogs in point B chased it, so it jumped into my white neighbour's compound, and their maid was outside. Because the cat was afraid, it jumped at the maid and bit her finger. then it ran to point C.


Point C.... Big mistake.

Two Massive Rottweilers.

x2

Which resulted in a very ripped apart cat. Well, can't say the son of a bit- I mean son of a cat didn't deserve it.





Oh, and all my TOPEDfriends might wanna watch this video. The new 'capture the flag' mode for Call Of Duty 6 Modern Warfare 2(COD6MW2) along with the new host reassignment feature(shown at the end of the vid).





You all probably know by now that the game will be out next weekish, 10th November.
A few things I that may interest COD6MW2 fans is
1)the ability to play in 3rd Person mode.
-multiplayer servers will have the option to play in 3rd person, the same way 'hardcore' mode is chosen.

2)There's more of everything!
-15 different kill streak rewards(compared to old UAV,Airstrike,Helicopter)
-Tonnes of new weapons and upgrades(you already guessed that)
-A 'spec ops' mode. it's like campaign missions, but you can play it cooperatively online!

3)No Nazi Zombies
D=

Alright then, picture this if you will

I'm in heaven with God, Jesus, Buddha, Allah, Yahweh, and the other 10 thousand Hindu Gods. Surprisingly it's kinda empty apart from the mass of Gods around me. I thought by now heaven would have a whole lot more people.

So anyway, I can't wait to ask all of them stuff. But the moment i start, I can't stop. I keep going on and on without realizing that I'm now immortal(because once you die, you still get eternal life with God in heaven so long as you accept God). So I'm in there talking and talking and talking. It seems like just an hour, but it really is 21243 earth years of nonstop talking.

Then.... comes..... awkward silence. We're all done talking, my curiosity is sated. But I don't feel like peeing, or eating, or shitting, or playing xbox because there are no materials in heaven. Just my soul and all the Gods in a circle. There is no want. No need. All my physical bonds are gone, vanished as soon as I passed away.

It's now been 241029315070763017371425q84 billion years. The universe below me is constantly changing. Somewhere inside me, I want to be down there again, but I cannot possibly know that feeling again. Not with the knowledge that the Gods have given me.

The Gods will not let me out of heaven. This is agony. I need to be somewhere. This is worse than hell. I'd much rather be in hell, at least there I can feel something, even if it is fear and despair. Here in heaven I only feel boredom. My curiosity is sated, I have nothing to linger for. I had nothing to live for the moment I left the earth, but now even my soul has no reason to exist.


I would much rather DIE AND STAY DEAD than DIE AND GO TO HEAVEN. What do you mean you can't imagine dying and staying dead? It's the same feeling you had before you were born.

Prying Open my Third eye

"Today, a young man on acid realized that all matter is merely energy condensed to a slow vibration — that we are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively. There is no such thing as death; life is only a dream, and we are the imagination of ourselves..." Bill Hicks, another dead hero.

I don't know what the fuck is it with everything. No one really thought about it. But suddenly we're knocking on November. Shite, I still feel like I just started college life. Fuck it. The only thing that bothers me is that I'll have to like (or pretend to like) the batch that comes next.

There really is something kinda sad about the way nothing satisfies anymore. It's all so boring, so predictable. The boredom and predictability of all this is a result of my desensitization to everything. And from this I only want more. If one habit doesn't satisfy, I'll just keep pushing for more, or go for the extreme. Taming one addiction and beginning another. It's even harder without a fucking leash.

And honestly, who's there to confess to? Everyone's response is already imprinted in my brain. I already know what you'll say if I say something, so I may as well play along and speak as predictably as you'd expect. Not just knowing how you'll respond, but what I sound like to each and everyone of you. From pathetic, to pitiful, to temporarily depressed. Nothing changes, I don't blame you, I am just as predictable.


Ted Bundy once said,"I didn't know what made things tick. I didn't know what made people want to be friends. I didn't know what made people attractive to one another. I didn't know what underlay social interactions". I can relate. I know, it's scary; Ted Bundy's a fucking psychopath. I can't pretend to be more adventuristic than I am. I'm a nihilist through and through (and true). It's not a phase, it's not a fad, there's no real catharsis, just some temporary sanity to be found with each moment of faked enjoyment.

Also, on a less depressing note, I was at a 7-eleven store and this bloody Indian bugger kept mocking me in Tamil. It was kinda scary, considering it was late at night, and I wasn't wearing proper underwear(otherwise I'd be able to fend off attackers batman style).




Hang on or be humbled again.

Clutch it like a cornerstone. Otherwise it all comes down.
Justify denials and grip 'em to the lonesome end.
Saturn ascends, comes round again.
Saturn ascends, the one, the ten. Ignorant to the damage done.


Saturn comes back around to show you everything
Let's you choose what you will not see and then
Drags you down like a stone or lifts you up again
Spits you out like a child, light and innocent.
Saturn comes back around. Lifts you up like a child
or drags you down like a stone

Write a program that writes a post on your blog:

Private Sub cmdblog_click()
dim humor as stale
dim anecdotes as boring
dim pictures as disgusting
dim interesting_stuff as nonexistent

humor = val(txtlame.text)
anecdotes = txtfartgas.text


ahhhhahfkdfagdkgabkgb


I think college has begun to mess with my head. I find myself figuring out the opportunity cost of using a parking coupon, and writing in programming language whenever I have nothing to write about(as seen above).

Too bad no differentiating. I could use some practice with that.



Note to self : need to stop chewing gum


Seriously. I think I may have gotten salival cancer from all that chewing (30 sticks in 2 hours!)
At least the amount of calories I put on from the gum chewing session compensated for me missing lunch.

You thieving bastards.
You have turned my blood cold and bitter,
beat my compassion black and blue.

Something amazing happened today. It was a combination of all sorts of awesome numbers.

-600 meter stretch of highway
-170km/h, windows down
-100 decibels screamin' out the speakers
-8 minutes into Tool's "The Grudge"; the drum solo part
-7 gears (the only valid reason to own a Honda City)
-2 buds on the road
-1 collective moment of pure awesome.

oh and lucky that there were also

-0 cops/JPJ bastards on the road =P


Also, my dad evolved into a 58 year old version of himself. I'm glad he's got his sense of humor still intact.

He looked at a picture of himself and said, "I think I should start growing my hair."

He even bought himself a card(for us to send to him) and a birthday cake. He asked the cashier to decorate his cake with the words : Happy 50th Birthday(he's turning 58, but in denial) to a wonderful husband and father.
Then he told the cashier that he was buying it for a 50 year old friend (Which if you asked me makes it even more bizarre).

Ok folks that's it for today. Be sure to vote on whether or not you're the kind of person who frantically searches for the pause button whenever you reach a blog(that isn't yours) with an auto-playing flash music player. I know I do. But it makes sense for me to. I don't listen to music unless it has never been on MTV. Well sorta.

AND NO EGGS!

End Sub

TORZUL IAD

First off, something I want to share with EVERYONE.
You may or may not know of my current obsession with the band Tool. Most, if not all or the posts on this blog are written under the influence of any given band I'm listening to. I usually pay homage by naming the post after a snippet of lyrics or something like that.

But today is especially special. It's my 500th post on this blog(Don't I get an award?). As you also may or may not know, I'm semi-obsessed with the comfort that belief gives somebody. We don't believe something because it's true, but because it's comfortable. Whatever, not to be critical on this blog, but it's more comfortable to be in a belief system that is organized and contains thousands of followers. I think finding some form of belief on an individual level is more awesome than clinging to something you were born into or seems comforting since everyone thinks the way you do.

Which is also why I would discourage organizing atheists, because then it would be just as annoying as any other religion. There, I've offended enough of you to spam my cbox with hate comments.

Wow, I actually drifted off. Ok, enough bull shit. See the video below? Good, since we're all friends here, I would really like you all to press play. It's not a song, it's art. Well sorta. And it will only take you about 2 minutes.





Don't scroll down until you watched that video. Seriously. Ignore everything but the video for the next two minutes.




Otherwise you're just watering down the whole thing.









I'm serious. Only scroll down AFTER listening.












Did it scare you?

It shouldn't. At first listen, it sounds like a record played backward, with German lyrics that slowly sound more and more Nazi-like, especially when the crowd cheers(reminiscent to Hitler's speeches).

But you know what it really is?

The only thing that's playing backwards is the drums, in an irregular 9/8 time signature. The weird sounds and guitar sounds were all forward. The person speaking in German, even though menacing.... is well.... there's no way to say it. I'll just write the lyrics down(after translation from German to English):

The Balls of Satan; A half cup of powdered sugar, a quarter teaspoon of salt, a knife-tip of Turkish hashish, a half pound of butter, one teaspoon vanilla sugar, a half pound flour, one hundred fifty grams of ground nuts, a little more powdered sugar... and no eggs. Put in a bowl, stir in butter, add ground nuts and knead the dough. Form eye-ball-size pieces of dough, roll them in the sugar and say the magic words: Simsalbimbamba Saladu Saladim. Lay on a greased metal baking sheet and bake at two hundred degrees for fifteen minutes, and NO EGGS. Bake at two hundred degrees for fifteen minutes, and no eggs

The guy was simply reciting a cookie recipe. HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH!

Ahemmm..

BUT, there is a double, double meaning to this song. It's still considered a song, or at least a song by Tool standards because the hidden message behind the hidden message isn't about cookies. Notice when he says NO EGGS! the crowd cheers, and how the instruction "No eggs" is repeated three times.

It's a reflection of Hitler's NO JEWS policy. Kinda scary. In a tasty, eggless way.

By the way, the title, "Die Eier von Satan" means Satan's Eggs or Satan's balls (Eier is slang for testicles in German)



This whole week has been about me, my mom's car, red alert 2, the flu, and questioning communism.


I admit, I got stupid.


Question everything. Everything. But I forgot to question communism. And, as I already discovered, Buddhists are always right.

Balance balance balance. You can't have absolutes of everything. Absolute capitalism would mean absolute short term gain, absolute communism would mean zero incentive for anything. I guess I forgot how human humans are.


So, like I said, I used my mom's car extensively this whole week. I got my phone's GPS system to work. Which was pretty awesome at first, but after a while you start shouting "SHUT UP BITCH!".

Being tracked by satellites up in the sky is both awe inspiring and annoying. I mean, think about it. We've left our planet(we as in the human species). We effing left it, we spiraled out. Thinking about it makes you want to cry.

Tell me, what would be more amazing, if we did this all under the influence of God or if we did this ourselves? How can it not be more amazing that all of this is a product of trial and error rather than an all knowing force that has the ability to do much better than launch satellites?

"Isn't it enough to see that a garden is beautiful without having to believe that there are fairies at the bottom of it too?"

Thank Gurdave for that last line.

Anyway, because I was stuck in a car the whole week, I only got a couple of worth while pics.

Like this fucking awesome Guiness truck:

It was beautiful. Seriously.


And this Skyline, which I never heard about before. I thought they called it Nissan GTR now.

I dunno. Looks Japanese though. Which is a good thing because they shouldn't look European.

And em.. I have nothing to say to the guy who decided to do this to his car:

Kingz of Gambler.

Righto.

You know what I can't decide. Who to kill off first, the Mormons or the Scientologists.

Scientology. An actual religion based on pseudoscience. I mean, if you're gonna start a religion, at least have the decency of making it impossible to disprove by avoiding the word science. That way you don't look COMPLETELY out of ye minds.


I cannae believe none of you took the time to solve the riddle in the last post. It wasn't that hard. Most people got HOW to do it, or could at least guess. Just goes to show that no one comes here to think. I hope this doesn't make me a sellout.


Bad posts do to the blogosphere what CFC does to the atmosphere.

So I shall stop here before I use up this weeks materiel.