Less updates, more studies -- Yay?

So, exams are coming up next week, so much of my time will be spent studying. Honest.

Quit rolling your eyes.

Is it, really?

"The grass is always greener on the other side".

Then why not just go to the other side? Because of the landmines and rabid mountain weasels between said two sides. And much to the dismay of many, many people, the result of doing so is only to see that the previous side looks suspiciously greener than before.

The moral of the story is: Never try.

Public Service Announcement #1

Why are you paying for your gym membership?
Do your fellow citizen a favour: Buy the necessary equipment. Embarrass yourself in the privacy of your own home.

This has been a Public Service Announcement. Thank you for your time.

As close as it gets.

I'm in love. The curves. The hourglass figure. The slender neck. The just-so shaped head. And it's all mine.

This is it.

You perverts.

Yeah, I finally got my bass. It's a Fender Jazz Bass, which I found was more versatile as compared to the Precision Bass. It sounds pretty awesome. If my playing sounded out, it'd probably be because of me and not the guitar. Not too shabby Friggin' awesome for a first bass. Yep, this is as close as I'm gonna get to love.

At least for a while.

Ding, dong, the net is dead.

Streamyx has been getting jumpy lately. Real jumpy. I mean, just looking at the router makes it disconnect. All I got from my Internet Explorer for quite some time was "This page cannot be displayed", and its prompting me to "Diagnose connection problem". A diagnosis? I think I need an autopsy.

The Hunt Continues

So, I'm not done looking for a bass yet, but this time, I'm doing it online. Found an awesome-looking Fender bass. However, it comes at the hefty price of $607.12. Yeah, "$". As in, dollars. That's rougly RM 2100. Yep, it's gonna take lots of persuasion and cajoling to get this one. Much cajoling. Specifically, two parts charm, one part wit. Well, at least I've got the "wit" part covered.

Does this count as an accomplishment?

I finally wrote a proper profile, so read it. Or else... or else... erm, nevermind. And before you tell me I write like Aaron: don't.

Hunting Season : OPEN

So, my dad and I have been going around store-hopping hunting for a bass guitar for me. And today, after much bargaining with salespeople, trying to get around KL (which is harder than it sounds) and (many) other irritations, we found a pretty good one: a Hamer Sunburst Flattop Bass (Yay for long names!), which looks something like this, except mine's gonna be dark gray. Yes, "gonna". They have to bring their stock in from Singapore, which means I have to wait 'till about next Wednesday. Crud.

Rain, Rain, go away.

As of now, Rain is replacing Justin Timberlake as the celebrity I love to hate.

I recall one of his music videos consisting of one line of lyrics and very, very unoriginal backdrop. Plus, a person who has a single named "In My Bed" is not going to earn my respect any time soon. To make things worse, he's coming here. Crud.

Rain is coming. Get an umbrella. And possibly a few Uzis and a fast car. Tupac style.

Oh, right.

I guess now that it's technically already here, Happy Chinese New Year! To all you pasty Chinese kids out there (Fine, all you not-so-pasty Chinese kids too), I hope your family's reunion dinner was a productive evening filled with much laughter (at you), condescending aunts, and communal boozing. May your red, bite-sized packets of happiness be filled with many, many red bills, and God-willing, purple ones.

You blackhole, you.

You're a blackhole.

You're dense, and you suck.

Non-valentines-pseudo-barbeque.

How I spent the Valentine's Day night (Valentine's Night?), despite what some people choose to believe:

Pretty much the only person whom I knew out of the people who were invited was Jared. Thus, much time was spent showing him how CS is meant to be played. After that was the food, most of with was not really barbequed, as was pointed out many times during the meal. Cards (much to Jared's delight) and movies ensued, and soon the night was over. That's how I spent Valentine's Day night.

Take that, Hallmark.

Dynamics of Literature and Writing In This Day & Age

I need to learn to write like that.

Malay Literature

Having to read through a 238-page Malay novel is an ordeal no one should have to endure. Not even Hitler. Or Michael Jackson. I have yet to find a Malay book that does not contain one of the following:

• A character who dies.


• A mysterious cave/island/house.


• Cheesy rip-off storyline.


• Thieves.


• Ghosts.


• "Evil city folk".


• And so on.


• And so forth.

I think you get the point. Reading Malay literature is the equivalent of slapping one's self on the face with a stale and slightly damp fish: It makes your head hurt and it's utterly pointless.

Immortal Flashers

After doing some research on Chinese New Year, I found an interesting article on wikipedia.org about a chinese myth. Apparently, the basis of decorating/dressing in red (besides the whole "prosperity" thing, burning firecrackers and having lion dances is to scare away some sea-dwelling man-eating monster called the "Nian". Quoting from wiki:

"The Nian would come to China and eat up people it saw, but in some stories, an immortal was said to have made use of Nian's powers (eating up venomous snakes and killing wild beasts like tigers and lions) before taming it (by flashing his red undergarment to scare Nian, who feared the colour red). Since then, people put up red spring couplets to prevent Nian from coming back."

I'm sure you caught the funny part. Protect yourself from the Nian. Stock up on festive underwear.

It's that other time of the year again...

Yes, that time of the year. Though most refer to it as Chinese New Year, I prefer to call it payday. However, these large amounts of money don't come without a price. No, they come with condescending comments about your height (both vertically and horizontally), clothing, chinese linguistic skills (or lack thereof) and in my case, hair. Yeah, I'll be counting how many times I'm told my hair is curly (as if I didn't already know that) or asked if I permed my hair. I think I'll tell them I did.

Writer's Block

It's my way of saying "This isnt my fault!". No blog posts for you. Boohoo. I present you with this shoddily (Is that a word?) drawn block. Knock yourself out.

The Badass-est Potato

Not a real post, but...

"I am your father."

For those of you with deprived childhoods, that's a Mr. Potato Head. Except he's Darth Vader. At the same time. Darth.. Potato. Mr. Darth?

Darth Tater. Yeaaaaahh...

Because knowing is half the battle.

An educational video (aka "edutainment" *shudder*) on "How to be Emo". It's edutastical!.. Slap me if I ever say that again. Ever.



Disclaimer: If you are offended by silly humor, profanity (not more than you get at an average day at public school) or emo kids, please do not watch this video.

A Tribute

[emo]

After years of inspiring fear and dread into the hearts of drumsets and audiences alike, Billy, one of my Zildjian sticks has indeed, died. He passed peacefully while having his head whacked repeatedly against cymbals, toms and all manner of drum pieces.



Billy will be sorely missed, and not soon forgotten, as he and his twin cost me 42-bucks-or-so. Goodbye, Billy.

[/emo]

Stuck in my head

I think someday I might get sick of this song. Not today. Or anytime soon, for that matter.