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Saturday, 29 September 2007

The most awesomest day ever

Sarcasm, yeah that helps.

Was at Riverside Quay for Halo 3's post-launch event. I got to play Halo 3 with this cool dude at Heroic difficulty (yeah it was awesome), but sadly did not win a Legendary Edition. I tell you, that damn lucky draw is rigged (how else would they know that the winner had been present at all four pre-launch events?).


Me and the man himself (hah, now Daniel isn't the only one).

Anyway, I answered a super-easy question right and they gave me a Halo 3 Goodie bag with three really small goodies. Two of them were the same Halo 3 keychain and the other was a wristband with the Legendary difficulty logo on it. Also, this guy was giving out Tagger bag vouchers for free and I took one (so that made me have a total of $60 in Tagger vouchers).

Was starting to go to Pasir Ris Park to have a picnic break fast thing with the cousins and family when I saw this mosque. I thought "Hey, I might miss prayers, so...for my own good and so that misfortune doesn't befall me, I should pray.". So I, being an utter retard, left my bag which contained a PSP, headphones, Angels and Demons, the Halo 3 goodie bag, the $60 worth of vouchers, PSP games (OMG I just realised that) and the Halo 3 goodies outside the prayer room. After my prayers, I went outside to find that (surprise, surprise) the bag was missing.

The mosque had CCTV cameras, so with the help of the staff, the guy who stole it was caught in the act. I wanted to make a police report, so I searched high and low for a police station. Not being able to find any, I decided to just call the police, and the police said that I needed the address of the mosque. So, I ran all the way back, and got the address, called the police. The police said he'd be sending his men down there to check the CCTV and that I had to wait.

A few seconds before breaking fast, I got a call from the police. He gave me a serial number (probably of my case) and told me to go to a police station at my convenience.

What. The. Fuck.

So, yeah. Now I'm sitting here, blogging about the day, with $500 worth of stuff gone.

Some people just piss me off.

Your favourite beatboxng ambigrammist,
Az

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Tuesday, 25 September 2007

Finish The Fight

after EOY's.

Anyway, today I realised that you can trade in paper for awesome stuffs.

Paper:


Awesome stuff part of it, anyway):


Besides that awesome, more-than-3cm-thick box with stuff inside, I recieved a Halo 3 poster, a keychain and a $30 Tagger voucher. Daniel, though, got more (but it's alright, I'm happy with my set).

Thanks to Masahiro and Joel. You know why.

Your favourite beatboxing, soon-to-be-Halo-3-playing ambigrammist,
Az

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Sunday, 23 September 2007

Waagh? Waagh??

WAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!

Looks like I'm running out of titles.

Anyhoo, I got a new phone (and thank GOD it's a Nokia). The story goes like this...

My grandmother upgraded her phone into a Nokia E65. And unfortunately, the numbers and letterings and stuff were too small for her to see properly. And then, a beatboxing ambigrammist comes along with a big-numbered, big-lettered Motorola. Then they exchanged.

But my mom says I need to pay my grandmother 50 bucks for it (well, Hari Raya's coming, soon so that shouldn't be much of a problem).

So what's a Nokia E65, you ask?



Yes, it's red.

On more important (and exciting) news, Halo 3 comes out this Tuesday (DOOD, that's like in two days time!!!).

On not-so-important (and not exciting0 news, the EOY's are next week.

I think my priorities are arranged pretty nicely.

Your favourite beatboxing ambigrammist,
Az

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Wednesday, 19 September 2007

Tag, you're it

Got tagged by A( )man.

List out your top 5 presents/things that you wish for:
1) Halo 3 Legendary Edition
2) XBOX 360
3) PS3
4) XBOX 360
5) XBOX 360

Answer the following questions:
1) The person who last tagged you was?
Sheep.

2) You relationship with him/her?
Friends.

3) Your five impressions of him/her
Tall, friendly, talented, creative, funny.

4) Most memorable thing he/she has done for you?
GIVING ME HER LINKIN PARK POSTER!!!

5) Most memorable he/she has said to you?
I seriously can't remember. No, she didn't say that.

6) If he/she becomes your lover?
I'd feel short.

7) If he/she becomes your lover, things he/she has to improve on will be?
Uh...NIL?

8) If he/she becomes your enemy, you will?
Use her wool to make a sweater (NO sick implications).

9) If he/she becomes you enemy, the reason will be?
She drew facial hair on the LP members in the poster.

10) The thing you desire to do most for him/her would be?
Help her make a cool Sheezri video (hint).

11) Overall impression of him/her?
Cool.

12) How do you think people around you will feel about you?
Horny"Why is that guy turning on his MP3 Player so loud? Hey, wait, that's his mouth!"

13) A character trait you love about yourself?
Multitalented.

14) A character trait you hate about yourself?
My shyness to certain people (or person).

15) Person you want to be?
Is there anyone who's a writer/beatboxer/ambigrammist/joker/counsellor?

16) Say something to people who care about you?
Thanks, guys. Love all of ya.

Only two people read this blog so...
Sheep,
Jin Pei.
You got tagged.

Your favourite sleepy beatboxing ambigrammist,
Az

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Tuesday, 18 September 2007

If you're emo and you know it

clap your hands. don't read the following short story. It might just be emo.

Not that I'm feeling emo or anything, I just wanna try my hand at writing serious essays (for once). This essay/short story/recount has no title.

*
I looked down the ledge. Sixteen floors separated me from the solid grey cement of the ground floor. My eyes were red after swimming in tears. Then a gust of wind hit me, the sudden cold reminding me of that day.

She told me she loved me.

She told me she would never leave me.

More likely, she told me lies.

We had been together for three years. My feelings for her were nothing short of the truth. Unfortunately, it didn't go both ways.

One Thursday evening, as I was walking past her house, to chance catching a glimpse of the angel that was my lover. I made sure to keep my distance from the three-storey building that was painted caramel so as not to arouse suspicion, as usual. As I walked under the shade of the oaks in front of her house, I looked up to the window of her room, expecting to see the silhouette of a slim, long-haired girl either talking on the phone or painting - she liked painting.

Instead, I saw darkness in the window. It didn't mean much at first, because I did not look down, in front of the iron gates. Yet.

Feeling slightly disappointed, I lowered my gaze, only to find her holding hands with a tall, well-built male with straight, broad shoulders. He looked oddly familiar. When they walked under the orange glow of a lamppost, I saw his face. It was unmistakable. He was my best friend. I hoped to see that it wasn't her that he was holding hands with, but she was.

Just then, a tear slid down my cheek.

I looked again. It was her, and she seemed to be happy. Happier than usual. The couple stopped in front of her house, and both looked into each others eyes and holding hands.

'No...'

Their heads started to move nearer to each other. I knew it was going to happen.

It happened. Their lips touched, and they held that position for a full minute. The longest minute of my life. As I stared, my vision started to get blur. A thick film of tears was forming on my eyes, as if trying to shield them from the scene. But I had already seen it.

Then, I was back at the rooftop. A wave of agony and anguish passed through every fibre of my being, tearing my soul apart.

I looked down the ledge. Sixteen floors separated me from the solid grey cement of the ground floor. My eyes were red after swimming in tears. I climbed up the ledge and let my body go limp.

As I fell toward the grey cement, I didn't scream. Nor did I feel any pain. I just thought of an image. The image of a person.

Her.

Before I knew it, I hit the floor. I didn't feel any pain. In fact, I felt glad, the image of her still fixed in my mind. I closed my eyes, and although the afternoon sun shone brightly, I just felt cold as I welcomed the icy embrace of death.

*

Comment, please.

Man, after writing that, I realised something: I enjoy writing 'a-little-too-fantastic' stories better.

Ah, DnT and A Math homework beckons me.

Your favourite beatboxing ambigrammist,
Az

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Sunday, 16 September 2007

2 weeks till the end

You all (should) know about it.

It's coming, in two weeks' time.

I know you all know of it, I just felt the need to remind you.

Frankly speaking, I really can't wait for it. I mean, after this long, hellish run, I want to see the end. I know some of you are scared that you might lose your boyfriends because of it.

What is it, you say?

Why, it's none other than...



Halo 3
Bungie.net

Click the link for some awesome Halo 3 related stuff, like THIS.

Seriously, I feel like chewing off my leg to get an XBox 360 to play Halo 3 with.

Is there a kind soul who could lend me his/her XBox 360 after they EOY's?

Please, I need it. Yes, it's a need. Not a want. Shut up, you'd die too if you weren't a Halo Hater.

Your favourite beatboxing Halo 3-anticipating ambigrammist,
Master ChiefAz

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Saturday, 8 September 2007

What I've (not) done

Hey there, non-existent reader.

My holidays began with this To-Do list thrust upon reluctant me.

-Go for Seacom
-Go for the Yellow Ribbon Project
-Do my DnT homework
-Do my SS Essay (haha, that was pronounced as 'S-S-S-A', which is backwards for 'ASSS')
-Do my Physics homework

So far...I've done two of the above. I think you know which two.

And I have one day left in the holidays that went 'Zoom'. Good luck with that, Az.

*
Anyway, I've been watching this video over and over and over and over (you get the point) again. It made me tear (NOT cry, for I wasn't sobbing and wailing and bawling and everything).

The music video of Green Day's Wake Me Up When September Ends.



Your favourite unmotivated beatboxing ambigrammist,
Az

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Friday, 7 September 2007

First anniversary

Anniversary, meaning year, not month.

So...one of the days in the September holidays last year marked my official getting-together with my beloved.

We have to set an official date, so it shall be the 6th of September (69).

So, me and my beloved have officially been together for a year. Things have been going on rather smoothly but I can't say it was smooth sailing all the way. There were periods where I couldn't seem to be there for her, like there was an invisible barrier between us.

There were other problems, like when I lose my voice by shouting, she's suddenly nowhere to be found.

I love her.

If not for her, I would not have been so original and I wouldn't have become what I am today.

So it started off with brief introductions by people like Aman, Alex and Myeong Weon. They seemed to know of her, and if they hadn't introduced me to her, I wouldn't have [refer to above paragraph].

Then I started to learn more about her. Then when I was with her for the first few months, people said that we weren't meant to be. That I wasn't good enough. But still, I persevered, and look where I am today.

People like it when they know we're together.

Other people like Adzizul and Syakir tried to be with her, but she stayed true to me. Thanks.

She's always there for me when I'm stressed or sad. Although people said that she got irritating at times, it didn't get to her. Or me. All we did was ignore the unnecessary comments and get on with our relationship.

My beloved goes almost everywhere with me.

But, to tell you the truth, I'm also with another loved one. Not that she minds, though. She knows about it and they met up, and yeah. She didn't mind. But the second beloved got together with me earlier this year, even after knowing of her existence last year.

I'm not cheating on any one of them. I love them both equally, so don't judge me as a playboy.

Now, I'll introduce her to you.

She is...

...

...

...

...

My beatboxing.

[Here's some space for you to let your mouth hang open]




















Enough? Okay.

I totally loved the wordplay in this post.

There were periods where I couldn't seem to be there for her, like there was an invisible barrier between us.
Beatboxer's Block, much like Artist's Block or Writer's Block.

There were other problems, like when I lose my voice by shouting, she's suddenly nowhere to be found.
Yes, especially the ones which involve falsetto.

If not for her, I would not have been so original and I wouldn't have become what I am today.
How many beatboxers do YOU know?

So it started off with brief introductions by people like Aman, Alex and Myeong Weon.
Yes, they intoduced me to beatboxing.

Then I started to learn more about her. Then when I was with her for the first few months, people said that we weren't meant to be. That I wasn't good enough. But still, I persevered, and look where I am today.

People like it when they know we're together.

Yes, everyone starts off as a noob.

Other people like Adzizul and Syakir tried to be with her
Scratching.

She's always there for me when I'm stressed or sad. Although people said that she got irritating at times, it didn't get to her. Or me. All we did was ignore the unnecessary comments and get on with our relationship.
Yes, I beatbox to relieve stress and people DID say that my beatboxing can get irritating but I didn't give a damn about those unnecessary comments.

My beloved goes almost everywhere with me.
I beatbox almost everywhere I go.

But, to tell you the truth, I'm also with another loved one. Not that she minds, though. She knows about it and they met up, and yeah. She didn't mind. But the second beloved got together with me earlier this year, even after knowing of her existence last year.
The other beloved is the act of making ambigrams. So, by saying that they met, I meant this:


You gotta admit, that was some wicked wordplay.

Now I'll have to wait till next year to do the same with a maiden called "Making ambigrams".

Your favourite BEATBOXING ambigrammist,
Az

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Excuse me, sir/ma'am. Would you like to -

'They were like sharks lurking in the sea of shadows cast by buildings and trees, away from the glaring light of the pre-afternoon sun. They knew where we were, but they didn't approach us. Not yet. They were toying with us - their prey. We knew they were going to get us one way or another, it was just a matter of time. And all of a sudden, one of them - a dark male wearing white - came out of the shadows for a brief moment and said, with unnatural glee...

"Excuse me ma'am, would you like to donate to the Yellow Ribbon Project?"'


Yes, today was donation-collecting day. And, same as last year, it was for the Yellow Ribbon Project. Timothy, Joel, Khairul, Edmund, Yi Jie and myself went to Parkway Parade to help spread support and fill our tin cans.

It was pretty fun, like almost all other CIP stuff. For me, that is, because I find happiness or something like that when I go around asking for donations or doing stuff to help people. Maybe it's that feeling that I'm being kind.

Or the feeling of superiority, which I highly doubt.

During this first half of the day, I rediscovered something: Most Singaporeans are mute, even though they weren't shouting their lungs out for a whole day. I mean, even if you don't wanna donate, a simple "No" would've sufficed. Instead, you look away and walk around an invisible ring with a radius of four meters that I seemed to have emanated.

Like I'm a shark, or leper (lark/sheper(d)?). Not like I'm angry or anything.

So, I told Khairul, "Why don't we say, 'Hey, good morning, sir. You look like an ex-convict. Why not try helping your own kind, simply by donating to the Yellow Ribbon Project. It's for a good cause.'?"

And dang, the six of us should've formed an acapella (spelling?) and sing something about the YRP, with our tin cans in front of us.

And now I'm at home, destined to rot away.

Your favourite beatboxing ambigrammist,
Az

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Wednesday, 5 September 2007

Sea

No, not about the thoughts of a sea.

Today was the finals for the 34th (I think) annual Sea Competition, where cadets of different NCC (Sea) units go all out and kayak fight their guts out to be top dog...or cadet. For their unit, of course.

We swept first place for all but two kayaking events. First for dragon boating and some other stuff, I'm not too sure.

So after a long day of waiting, screaming, waiting, screaming even more, and screaming, we emerged as Overall Champions.

We had better, cause now my voice is practically non-existent.

For those who didn't get gold for their events, fret not. I have lived three SeaCom's without getting a medal. Also, it's just a competition, not a life-death situation.

So for those people who're feeling down, cheer up. The journey's more important than the end or the start. As long as you know you've put in your best effort, you wouldn't need any more assurance.

So, at 7pm, TK NCC (Sea) had the school to themselves. What did we do with it?

Eat KFC. Lots, and lots of KFC. And it came out of Ms Nadira's, Ms Seah's and Ms Chen's wallets, and cost more than a bomb. Two and a half bombs, to be exact.

So, I'll end this post with...

SEACOOOOOM

HOOYAH SEACOOOOOM

Your favourite beatboxing ambigrammist,
Az

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Monday, 3 September 2007

Puddle

"Where am I? Wait, who am I? I feel...wet. In fact, I feel like I'm made of water. Then I'm made of water, I guess. So I'm...water. Where would water be? This place feels comfortable, like it's made just for me - water - to sit in. In fact, it feels like it's shaped just for me. The surface I'm sitting on is...black. Not that I can see, because I'm water, but I'm thinking that I'm sitting in this nice, black place. It makes perfect sense. Now that I know the place below me is black, I should be a puddle. A poodle sitting in a puddle-shaped depression on a black surface. So, I'm a puddle. Ah, I'm feeling smaller. What's this experience, then? It's like a puddly part of my puddle-like self is being uplifted to become something else. Oh look, I'm getting smaller again. The weather today is so hot, I'm sweating. Wait, I can't sweat. I'm a puddle. Then why do I feel...wet? Oh, right. Because I'm a puddle and puddles are made of water. Silly me. I can feel myself getting smaller. Is this the end for this puddle? Oh, well.

And the puddle evaporated off the road."

William put his pen down and started to check his work. Then he corrected the word "Poodle" into "Puddle". He knew it was silly of him to write a paragraph on what goes through a puddle's mind, but he could not help it. He was bored.

But everyone knows that only suicidally bored people write about young boys writing about the thoughts of a puddle and publishes it.


Your favourite beatboxing ambigrammist,
Az

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Saturday, 1 September 2007

On balls and glowing red slits

Call me slow, but I've just (and oh my GOD, FINALLY) switched my ball mouse with an optical mouse.

And man, it moves so much faster without resistance now.

I'm just bored, so shoot me.

Your favourite beatboxing ambigrammist,
Az

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Who the heck pressed the Slow-Mo button???

Darnnit. Today is just plain freakin boring. And it's not even 12 yet!

Woke up at eight with back ache (hey, that almost rhymed). Used the computer with a short break until...now. What did I do with the computer? Continually checking un-updated blogs and surfing DeviantArt.

Now I'm blogging this out. And my back is still aching. It even hurts to breathe. Great.

Wanted to go skating but everyone seems to be lazy and/or busy or uncontactable.

And the NCC dudes have kayaking. Peachy.

I watched Evan Almighty last night. Kinda nice. 3.7/5 is what I'd give it.

Speaking of last night, I finally got to see my cousins' new home. Syazwan was working out for his NS, which comes in two weeks time. I also borrowed his copy of Garth Nix's Shade's Children. Awesome book. Read it in Primary 5/6 but since I'm busy waiting for Dan Brown and Christopher Paolini to release their latest books, I thought it'd be nice to read Shade's Children again. And this time I'll use my newly-obtained intelligence to understand the story.

Time is moving ever-so-slowly. Maybe I should go clean my room (or at least attempt to).

Your favourite beatboxing ambigrammist,
Az

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