Wednesday, 31 October 2007

Of Rings and other stuff

Wokay, so we got our English Paper 1 Section 1 papers back. Got a 23/30 for this:


Looking at the young man named Digshen Neri, one might think that he was an intelligent, studious but antisocial introvert. He donned thick-framed spectacles with lenses that were two centimetres thick and had curly black hair covering his forehead like creepers on the walls of an old French cathedral. Digshen was far from a pussilanimous, nerdy soul. He looked like that not because of endless hours spent studying, but instead, endless hours spent doing things related to the epic trilogy, "Lord of the Rings".

He read the books, watched the movies and spent a small fortune buying collectibles, like sword replicas, detailed metal armour and, his most treasured and preciousssss one of all, the ring of the evil lord, Sauron. He was obsessed.

Digshen's best friend was loyal, trustworthy, kind and friendly, much like the protagonist of his beloved trilogy, Frodo. The friend was one of a kind, and he went by the name of Azri. Azri had helped Digshen on many of his quests for collectibles. He also helped Digshen meet the love of his life.

To Digshen, Susan was like an angel. She had flawless, fair skin, captivating green eyes, which were actually contact lenses, and a figure that every man dreamed to caress straight, black hair. Others just thought that Susan looked like Arwen from the "Lord of the Rings" movie.

The first time Digshen saw her was on a poster advertising either a fashion magazine or the perfect island getaway. He did not bother checking. The poster depicted an image of Susan looking at the viewer against a stunning background of an island at sunset, with streaks of pink, purple and orange against a canvas of blue which was the sky. It was love at first sight.

That night, he called Azri and told him everything about the poster.

"What? You fell in love?" Azri asked, seeming rather surprised. Then, jokingly, he added, "You fell in love and it wasn't with Gollum?"

Digshen frowned at the snide remark, but then asked Azri to help him to get to know her.

He did. Surprisingly, and almost fatefully, Susan was Azri's neighbour. He introduced her to Digshen. The two of them went out together for a few weeks. At first, Susan was reluctant but then she saw the sweet, caring and devoted side to digshen. Digshen refrained from mentioning anything about his obsession, but after a few months, he decided that he should tell her.

He brought her to his lush Victorian mansion one night and told her that he wanted to show her his "treasure". By the way Digshen put it, Susan was aroused nervousbut her love for him told her that he would not do anything bad to her.

As he showed her his collection, he told her about the trilogy, and how he protected his precioussss ring in a ten-door titanium safe.

Digshen led her to the darkest corner of the room, and Susan began to get excited. He saw the flare in her eyes and was reminded of Sauron's fiery eye. He shuddered and pushed away the thought into the recesses of his love-shrouded mind.

He reached towards her pelvis and extracted a titanium shelf from an unnoticed shelf behind her. He never took the ring out before, but decided that it was worth risking rusting and scratching if it was for Susan.

The safe had ten doors, and after opening the final door, he took out a perfect replica of the sacred ring of Sauron. Susan saw the intricate Elven words engraved on the gold ring. Digshen held his prized possession in front of Susan's emerald eyes, which seemed to glimmer with the soft, golden light that the ring seemed to emanate.

"Will you marry me?" he said as he slid the cold metal ring onto her slender finger. He had performed the greatest sin a collector could do by taking the ring out of its metal home. His devotion to her was undeniable.

There was a long pause, and then Susan said, "Yes."
They got divorced a week after their marriage because Digshen wanted the ring back.


Gah, I got a lot of "exp", "pp" and "ww" errors, but personally I think the teacher just doesn't get the sarcasm inside the passage. Oh, well.


On other news, I'm pretty neutral about truncated lessons, sometimes dreading the lessons and sometimes wishing they could carry on for a longer time (pfffyeah right).


On otherer news, my gamerscore is 905 (I beat Daniel, who has XBL, which I don't have).

Only people who play Bioshock or know some details about it will get what I'm going to say.

Love me. Would you kindly?


Your favourite genetically modified shooter,

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Tuesday, 23 October 2007

The unnoticed beauty sitting right above us

No, I'm not gonna talk about upskirts.

I'd prefer talking about the sky. If you know me, you'd probably know that I find inspiration and tranquility in the realm above us. Sadly, not many people notice this natural beauty. So here are some pictures of sky-ish stuff I took with my phone.


The last three pictures (the three up there^) were taken today at the Tanah Merah area. Cool eh?

But, there's also another beauty I'd like to show you.


[sudden shutdown of system]
[aborting upload of beauty]


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Saturday, 20 October 2007


WARNING: If your reading of expletives/vulgarities/flaming/anger etc. will get me into trouble, DO NOT READ THIS POST. Do not say I didn't warn you because I did.

I. Am. Fucking. Pissed.

Imagine this:

You just came back from your tiring NCC training where you got pumped through and through (this isn't the cause of the anger). You reach home, wanting to take a shower and then rest or play your XBox 360.

You walk up the stairs and find your sister playing the 360. You look at the TV screen and it turns out that she was playing your Collector's Edition Halo 3 game, the one you bought with your own savings (let's say it's very hard for you to save up) and whose playing was restricted to anyone without your permission.

You take the disc out, reach for the Collector's Edition metal case and you find that the case was dented. Very. Obviously.

Yes. That's what fucking happened. I asked her for compensation, which was 80 dollars, even though the chances of actually finding another Collector's Edition is fucking slim to none. She just fucking said "No."

So, I took the initiative of searching her fucking room for the money, telling her that the compensation could also be paid tenfold in kind (think hammer and iPod/laptop/etc.)

She stopped me, told the father and then after a lecture and so on, the conclusion was this: She did not need to pay back in ANY. FUCKING. WAY. and the reasoning, ACCIDENTS. FUCKING. HAPPEN.

According to the older bitch (sister), the younger brother took the fucking game down at her request. Even if my sister didn't know the fucking rule of NOT TOUCHING MY HALO 3, my brother knew it all too well, what after always saying he can't touch it when he asked.

When the father asked him why he didn't tell the bitch, he just kept quiet.

Kept. Fucking. Quiet. What can you fucking infer from this? I'm no fucking S.S. genius but I can tell you that he knew the restriction well. And what did he do? He fucking brought it down anyway.

And who's at the loss here? The sentimental loss? The monetary loss?

Fucking me.

And who were the ones that got away without fucking compensating anything?


Fucking siblings, never did fucking like them.

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Thursday, 18 October 2007

The results, the gamerscore and the thing you've all been waiting for

That rhymed, and it was unintentional.

So, the results are out except for Humanities. And my reaction to these stupid numbers are 'Day', which is a mixture of 'Damn' and 'Yay'.

Why, you ask? I haven't had any failures yet (well, that's due to the fact that Humanities full results are still unknown) but then again I didn't get any A's. Zilch. Nada. Ze-ro A's. So far, all (yes, all) of them are B's except for (yes, except for) English.

Which was a C5.

Now, I'm no studywhore (came up with it myself, oh the pure genius of it all) but this really got me down. I mean, English is my forte (pronounced as for-TAY) and I got a lower grade than Malay (which I'm supposed to really suck at) for it.

Am I becoming some kinda mat?
If you answered 'Yes' to the question, shoot Az and continue reading.
If you answered 'No' to the question, thank God continue reading.

P.S. Amirul, Education isn't a poledancer, she's a bitch.


My gamerscore now is 550 (Halo 3 and Bioshock combined)


Here's that tagboard for you readers. Go ahead and be awed by its sheer awesomeness. It'll blow your mind.

Just be mature and don't put a comment like "zomgz you suxorz biaatch showofff using ur good vocabzxzxzxzxzxzxzxz" `cos I'd kill you for that. Seriously.

Your favourite beatboxing ambigrammist,

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Saturday, 13 October 2007

Well that was fast

And this is Hari Raya.

Strangely I didn't have much of an appetite today, I think it's due to my inconveniently-located ulcer.

Anyway, got some pictures that you might wanna see.

Talk to me on MSN for them, and here's my baby cousin (I think she's my cousin, see how much she resembles me?).

Your favourite beatboxing ambigrammist,

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Friday, 12 October 2007

Finished the Fight

Yes, everyone, your favourite beatboxing ambigrammist just (well not exactly, more like two hours ago) completed Halo 3 on Normal difficulty.

Graphics for the game were really, really, really good. Super awesome, super realistic. Go get an XBox 360 with HD AV cables, a HDTV (doesn't have to be that good, I think 720p should be fine), and the game itself. The movement, animation and maps were more realistic than reality (you know how hard it is to get that???), like a waxy/oily surface shines like (and/or better than) a real waxy/oily surface. There was this instant where a Grunt looked real.

Gameplay was awesome too. Seriously. It's not too hard, not too easy. It's like, it may be easy to kill a Brute (punch `im a few times) but try doing that when there are ten (or more) Brutes shooting grenades at you. At the same time.

And there's more interactivity between yourself (or more of the Master Chief) and the environment/enemies. Now you can blast the armour on the back of a Hunter off (yes, it friggin breaks off) and you can also shoot the methane tanks of the Grunts away too (did that with a Grunt during the post-launch party and it jumped, and jumped, and jumped). And then there's also the body hump thing in multiplayer where a body goes up and down when you crouch and stand on it (go watch some videos).

Storyline was thrilling, and accompanied with the (totally awesome graphic-ed) cutscenes, it became clear that the game itself was Hollywood worthy. Even that in itself is an understatement. That's how damn good it is.


So now I'm on to another game called Bioshock. Never heard of it? Go and Youtube it, that's how I got to know of the game. So far the game is cool, with graphics that are nice but not of halo 3 standard but...the settings and stuff are creepy. Seriously, you can also tell that when you watch the videos. It's like all quiet and you hear a woman whispering and stuff and she suddenly goes mad and starts Incinerating (if you don't get this, Youtube and Wiki Bioshock) you.


But with a great console and games comes great sacrifice, that's why my Hari Raya money this year goes to the parents. And I also have to share it with my brother. Grr.

So, yeah. That's pretty much. Geddit, much? Much, a lot, this blogpost...Gosh, I'm so lame.

Your favourite beatboxing gamer,

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Wednesday, 10 October 2007

You know what?

Fuck. You. All.

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Tuesday, 9 October 2007


Gah, I hate myself.

Your favourite beatboxing, self-loathing ambigrammist,

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Wednesday, 3 October 2007

"Oops, I did it again"

From that Britney Spears.

How fitting.

Who's Britney Spears, you ask?

That crazy bald lady there.

Yeah, I bet she was thinking, "Life's so much easier if you don't have to worry about your hair. And you can't worry over something you don't have..."


No, I wasn't drunk just now and you can't find any sex scandals of me going around the internet.

I dare Nicky to do the same to his head.

Let the cold wind blow~

Your favourite beatboxing ambigrammist,

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