Friday, August 31, 2007
DinDonDanDan
Once in a while the tide comes, and the urge to write surges to the skies,
once in a while the tide goes, and this poor piece of bits and bytes gets left to rot, like an old barn in the middle of a vast field, miles away from anyone.
It's a thought that comes, a sudden remembrance of something that I've left behind somewhere along the roads walked and traveled, to revisit what was, and perhaps, what could've been.
It's that music that suddenly pops into your head, that leads to a long search for a piece, a clue, as if we've lost our identities, and engaged in an endless search, such clues are seized, held tight and squeezed.
Good ol' days, it's a syndrome, a disease, a cancer that grows with age. Yet, as degenerating as cancers are, we still yearn to recall.
Guess we're doomed after all.
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Thursday, August 30, 2007
Hmm
Feeling... strangely artsy. LOL
Must be because I started reading fan-fictions again. Hopefully it sustains long enough to motivate me to write 30-40k words in a month again. (aka 2k words per day, like I used to in F4)
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Tuesday, August 28, 2007
-_-
1. What do you do, when somehow you feel whatever you do, you won't have it?
Sleep. Wake up, make a list and find something else to do.
2. What do you do, when you're emo?
Sleep. If I wake up with a bad headache, problem is over. If i don't, I sleep again.
3. What do you do, when you feel like killing someone?
Take the car out. Go for a 'drive'.
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Monday, August 27, 2007
Back.
I'm back.
Feels like my head got knocked by a hammer, still reeling from the aftershocks of the impact.
What happened?
Well... stories for another day, all that.
Feels like my head got knocked by a hammer, still reeling from the aftershocks of the impact.
What happened?
Well... stories for another day, all that.
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Thursday, August 16, 2007
Read this.
Copy pasted from somewhere.
The Sun, 27 July 2007
The May 13 incident as personally related by Tunku Abdul Rahman, the First Prime Minister of Malaya/Malaysia and Bapa Merdeka
At his residence in Penang, 1972
“It was clear to me as well as the police that in the highly charged political atmosphere after the police were forced to kill a Chinese political party worker on May 4th, 1969, something was bound to happen to threaten law and order because of the resentment towards the Government by the KL Chinese on the eve of the general election. This was confirmed at this man’s funeral on the 9th May when the government faced the most hostile crowd it had ever seen.
Therefore, when the opposition parties applied for a police permit for a procession to celebrate their success in the results of the general election, I was adamant against it because the police were convinced that this would lead to trouble. I informed Tun Razak about this and he seemed to agree.
Now, without my knowledge and actually “behind my back”, there were certain political leaders in high positions who were working to force me to step down as a PM. I don’t want to go into details but if they had come to me and said so I would gladly have retired gracefully.
Unfortunately, they were apparently scheming and trying to decide on the best way to force me to resign. The occasion came when the question of the police permit was to be approved.
Tun Razak and Harun Idris, the MB of the state of Selangor, now felt that permission should be given knowing fully well that there was a likelihood of trouble. I suppose they felt that when this happened they could then demand my resignation.
To this day I find it very hard to believe that Razak, whom I had known for so many years, would agree to work against me in this way. Actually, he was in my house as I was preparing to return to Kedah and I overhead him speaking to Harun over the phone saying that he would be willing to approve the permit when I left. I really could not believe what I was hearing and preferred to think it was about some other permit. In any case, as the Deputy Prime Minister in my absence from KL, he would be the Acting PM and would override my objection. Accordingly, when I was in my home in Kedah, I heard over the radio that the permit had been approved.
It seems as though the expected trouble was anticipated and planned for by Harun and his UMNO Youth. After the humiliating insults hurled by the non-Malays, especially the Chinese, and after the seeming loss of Malay political power to them, they were clearly ready for some retaliatory action. After meeting in large numbers at Harun’s official residence in Jalan Raja Muda near Kampong Bahru and hearing inflammatory speeches by Harun and other leaders, they prepared themselves by tying ribbon strips on their foreheads and set out to kill Chinese. The first hapless victims were two of them in a van opposite Harun’s house who were innocently watching the large gathering. Little did they know that they would be killed on the spot.
The rest is history. I am sorry but I must end this discussion now because it really pains me as the Father of Merdeka to have to relive those terrible moments. I have often wondered why God made me live long enough to have witnessed my beloved Malays and Chinese citizens killing each other.”
转载自：http://malaysia-today.net/blog2006/holds.php?itemid=68
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Wednesday, August 15, 2007
Gem TD
This map, is rather brilliant. Conceptually, of course.
I found it too hard at first, but after playing alongside a few pros, I began to find it quite cool.
Developing a maze and system to trap and reuse ur extremely weak towers to kill extremely high hp idiots. Strategicly, this meant making the most of minimal resources, which I feel is quite impressive.
The way they make the creeps run round and round is just.. to be honest, mad!
-_-
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Blurness
Erm...
I kinda wanna change my song, but then lazy la... Stuck On You sounds good anyway.
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Thursday, August 09, 2007
Mardemardemardemardemardemarde
DIU DIU DIU STUPID SOHAI FUCK YOU MOTHERFUCKING SHIT!
Tell me, how can a team of Lycan, Balanar, Bloodseeker, Lich and lone druid lose to soul keeper, doom, dragonknight and silencer?
5 on 4, of which all our 5 heroes are fucking gay!
How?
Noob teammates.
Especially the bloody balanar and druid.
Fuck.
Never give a balanar to a noob. He'll just fuck it up so fucking bad...
And I know it's not my fault. My score was 4 -1 till the last 10 minutes (then died 2-3 times) cos of the soulkeeper and dk.
Dammit if the balanar, bs just hunted properly i don't see how they can lose to such fuckers.
MARDE!
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Tuesday, August 07, 2007
Circus Rain
Ever heard? Those little music boxes, that play old songs?
It felt like that...
Very soft, almost haunting, almost ethereal...
Strangely couldn't help be reminded of a waltz, rustling the memories of past,
Then came the soaring movements, violins and all, like a moment at daybreak...
When the first ray of sun breaks the darkness...
A sudden burst, slicing through the air...
Or strangely, a circus.
In the rain.
No one.
Not a single soul.
-_-
=0=
I don't know what I'm writing, actually.
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Sunday, August 05, 2007
First Contact
Sort of a continuation to the previous post, got inspired, so you know...
Ten years ago...
It was merely a bright object in the sky, traveling exceedingly fast across the stars. Mankind's astronomers were captivated, fascinated and went all out to understand how an object could travel at speeds not normally seen in extraterrestrial objects traversing the 'blank' spaces in the night skyline.
A probe was sent, on a 'collision' course with the object to get a closeup on it's geological makeup and support further studies.
That, sadly, was the biggest mistake mankind made, in it's history.
The probe came back, no doubt.
But that object followed, attracted to the probe, at that time, speculated to be due to magnetic or gravitational fields exerted by all matter, and in blank space the probe had the largest 'gravitational' pull around, and very soon it came within the inner solar system (Mars-Earth-Venus-Mercury)
And that was when all hell broke loose. Well within the range of extra-long range telescopes for a detailed view of the object, the object was none other than an alien ship.
Mankind, the conference of the Earth, Martian and all the human colonies in between pondered how to react to such... first contact. What ensued was a long argument and discussion, study, simulations and every possible predictive analysis known to man.
But the alien did not wait for the councils of mankind to make up their mind.
First, a small 'offshoot' of the ship landed on Earth. It came, unprepared, all mankind under the assumption that the ship was still 'dormant' and probably in some form of stasis.
From the offshoot was the world's first face-to-face encounter with the insects. The insects attacked the population, and soon the entire ship moved even closer to earth.
Their actions was clearly hostile, but being only one ship, the collective of mankind's military might quickly overwhelmed the aliens. However, the insects proved exceedingly resilient and tough, capable of withstanding most conventional weapons with ease.
However, on the last hours of the alien ship on Earth, it sent out a distress beacon.
Earth, and all of mankind, was soon bracing for war.
It was merely a bright object in the sky, traveling exceedingly fast across the stars. Mankind's astronomers were captivated, fascinated and went all out to understand how an object could travel at speeds not normally seen in extraterrestrial objects traversing the 'blank' spaces in the night skyline.
A probe was sent, on a 'collision' course with the object to get a closeup on it's geological makeup and support further studies.
That, sadly, was the biggest mistake mankind made, in it's history.
The probe came back, no doubt.
But that object followed, attracted to the probe, at that time, speculated to be due to magnetic or gravitational fields exerted by all matter, and in blank space the probe had the largest 'gravitational' pull around, and very soon it came within the inner solar system (Mars-Earth-Venus-Mercury)
And that was when all hell broke loose. Well within the range of extra-long range telescopes for a detailed view of the object, the object was none other than an alien ship.
Mankind, the conference of the Earth, Martian and all the human colonies in between pondered how to react to such... first contact. What ensued was a long argument and discussion, study, simulations and every possible predictive analysis known to man.
But the alien did not wait for the councils of mankind to make up their mind.
First, a small 'offshoot' of the ship landed on Earth. It came, unprepared, all mankind under the assumption that the ship was still 'dormant' and probably in some form of stasis.
From the offshoot was the world's first face-to-face encounter with the insects. The insects attacked the population, and soon the entire ship moved even closer to earth.
Their actions was clearly hostile, but being only one ship, the collective of mankind's military might quickly overwhelmed the aliens. However, the insects proved exceedingly resilient and tough, capable of withstanding most conventional weapons with ease.
However, on the last hours of the alien ship on Earth, it sent out a distress beacon.
Earth, and all of mankind, was soon bracing for war.
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Friday, August 03, 2007
InSpIrA
"These are trying times for us as a race, as a society, as mankind. As the seemingly endless wave of monsters descend on us, in it's single-minded pursuit to consume all that we hold dear, ending humanity as a whole in the process, we must fight. There is no other way-- (static)"
The mini-TV was switched off, giving an abrupt halt to the transmission, inside he knew it was a declaration from the human sovereign state leaders, to rally man for a war that cannot be won. A propaganda to delay the invaders while the rich and powerful prepare their escape. A lie tailored for the masses.
"Bullshit." He cursed, and gripped the large twin barrel military issue shotgun, knowing it'll be his only hope to survive over the next few days. Glancing shortly out the window, just next to the mini-TV inside the small cell of sorts behind the APC, that he, and a few other military outcasts sent to fight for their lives on the barren stormy fields of Mars, are rather restlessly waiting in.
The ride was bumpy, at best. Despite being called a field, it's still littered with rocks the size of houses. So much for satellite mapping, really.
Mars.
'4th piece of freaking rock from the sun, reddest bastard in the sky.'
Tomorrow. It'll be even redder, as the first waves of the monsters come within range of Mars's space defense systems, probably setting off a chaotic spectacle of laser weapons in the deep blue skies above, but nonetheless, they will make short work of those laser toys, and the first landers will descend.
He knew then, was the day he's going to die. Either by the vicious blades of the invaders, or the vicious sandstorms of the Martian deserts.
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