Bumblebus

I’ve never had so much last-minute hooha for an assignment but here goes.

I couldn’t take the cold radiance of my monitor at 3am, and I left it like that halfway, copying the files into my newly acquired digital camera (yes yes I was supposed to post about that one week ago but I was busy). I figured I’d finish it in the office six hours later.

This morning, as my mom dropped me off, she asked to borrow the digicam. I forgot that my assignment was in it (I guess I wasn’t used to associating it with due-at-6pm-assignments!)

As I write this, I not-so-eagerly await my mom’s call – whether she’d drop the digicam by the office (and face scolding) or save her the trouble by going home after lunch, finish it there, head to college, and then face scolding at home (at least I’d be free-from-assignments!)

What else do I have pending outside of work? Three articles promised ages ago. A visit to Low Yat Plaza to get an AMD Barton 2600+ and check out RM400 19″ CRT monitors. (Yes, like WHOA!)

Call it the inefficiency of my grey matter to process matters that are black and white screaming “hurry up alright!“, but I tend to shuffle priorities. Yes I have a big project to finish, but everytime I look at it I get stumped, and so I finish off the other tasks of much less priority. At least I’d feel like I accomplished something.

Yet Another Quiz

What dairy product are you?


Yoghurt

People perceive you as stubborn and thick. Some find you’re too sour to handle but with the right amount of sweetness, you can be a truly delectable person to be with! Mmmm… look at all the different flavors you come in!

Yet Another Friendster Opinion

This is why I haven’t written a testimonial for you:

1) I don’t know you, you added me
2) Other than giving you money, you class secretary you, we never had any interaction
3) I wasn’t feeling creative enough (my testimonial will stand out in your list)
4) I have too many friends to write testimonials for

I’ve always figured the pecking order to be this:

The lesser-friended one will write testimonials for the more-friended one.

While this is not fair, it makes sense. Back when I had less friends, I had more time to write. Haha. If you want to be spotted on a local celebrity’s profile, write a testimonial for him/her! (What makes you think you’re so lucky to be in his/her first 10 friends list on his/her profile?)

Put proper effort into the testimonial – write creatively. Don’t use a horrible template. Be funny. Quote something that is relevant to the person. I’ve clicked on testimonial writers who are funny. It also helps to be photogenic with your real picture.

Oh while I’m at it:

1) Friendster will not delete your profile, testimonials, messages, pictures, bulletin boards etc. unless you post pr0n or impersonate a celebrity.
2) Whatever disappears is only temporary. Check your Sent messages to see if it was sent, even if there was an error. I’ve seen 10 of the same Bulletin Board post because the fella didn’t see it posted (but it was!)

Quit depending on it for your apparent social feed. As for server stability… chill. This isn’t Hotmail.

This Day

This morning’s Teh Tarik at Maju Curry House, Taman Jaya had cinammon.

This morning’s feeder bus was fast and got me sleeping at a bench in Sunway Pyramid at 9:30am.

Thanks to Frus, I finally have a pyramid-shaped Rubik’s cub… I mean, puzzle. Nabila told me of her car accident. Jin arrived, and this morning’s 11:15am screening of Troy was long, even though scenes were cut out. Must Orlando Bloom appear in a ship everytime? (Pirates Of The Caribbean, Lord Of The Rings, Troy…)

This afternoon’s sun and traffic condition was not forgiving as we inched to KL Sentral, to get to the monorail to Times Square. Met loads of people at the 4th Xfresh Gathering. Made noise. Was happy. Very happy.

This evening’s visit at Times Square found Daytona USA 2 machines! The graphics were modern-quality, with a looser-feeling steering wheel. On the bus home, I figured out how to solve the pyramid.

This post was horribly reflective of my laconic state.

Cowboy Blues

I ran down to Texas
There was my woman
Riding a cowboy
Bowlegged on his weapon

I said hey pardner
Don’t you steal my baby
He said chill out my brother
Was not like we was steady

But hell I said
She had my momma’s ring
The one that I gave her
Don’t it stand for nothing?

He said she be wooing smooching b**ching
About mah dog
He said she be flashing tempting panting
But not for my log

As I rode into the horizon
He felt a cold shiver
I felt happy for him
I was proud to be a gift giver

Oh, and I’ve linked YK, Jing, Kristin, Debbie and relinked Dustyhawk and xen0s in that Links section of my narcissistic About Me! page.

Dare To Fail

I bumped into xen0s at driving school. (He gave me the Dumbass VCD! Heard of Jackass? This contains partial nudity and grossness too!) We waited hours for our numbers to come and our bells to be tolled.

My bell tolled at 2pm. I failed proudly. Overshot the slope even though I was going slow. I thought it was a tick in the Fail box, but he asked me to do it again. Thinking it was over already, I didn’t enter enough before the three-point turn. Turns out that was the Fail box.

I should be the patron saint for failed driving tests. I didn’t even get out the road! (Yes I intend to tell this story braggingly.) There were a few cars in front of me, and as they turned into the main road, I slowly inched towards the road. I didn’t stop at the white line though.

“Swap seats”, he said. He did a cool reverse and U-turn back to school.

That, my friends, is my proud failure. I shall take it again in two weeks, when I can afford it. I do not want your pity, although donations are accepted with open arms.

Inspired

After a late night at Matchroom Centro, I was inspired. A very simple thrash metal rhythm with old-Metallica-war-type-lyrics came of my exasperation waiting for Syefri to be fragged. Yep, he was on my team. I’m sure he’d wish me dead sooner too, as I camped out as the last man standing. I had the thrash riff for sometime, but that night was when I would connect them right. Yep, my first ever self-approved complete song, with the added weird acoustic ending for fun. Nope, it’s not downloadable yet.

Shom revealed the ever closing social circles of the people I knew on a Saturday breakfast.

I got to see that Bentley salesman (the one with the sweeet blues solos and classic rock chops) end a gig! I didn’t even know he was performing, as I was merely busybodying when Xfresh TV interviewed some rock star and his band, who had performed earlier. The Bentley dude was playing thrash metal (I think.) To think, the other Bentley dude, Shaun (also an excolleague) played in a bar band, when he otherwise noodles G3 stuff when I come over (supposedly showing me the merits of the guitar…)

Sunday? I slept, installed and played Far Cry (eat that, Valve and id Software!) and got a Indian barber haircut. Yep, my rock star hairdo had become immensely irritating when riding in the van, windows down, wind stabbing the hair into my eyes. Speaking of which I have a driving exam in exactly 5 hours. It would be wise to catch sleep in between then. Goodnight!

Show Down

I drove relatively confidently down town without the death of the engine too frequently marring me, even parking and turning. Then, I marked attendance for college, and Syefri called.

“You going to the gig?”
“What gig? Today’s? Where already ah?”
“Black’s, City Square…”
“Eh, I thought it was further down Ampang, but I’ll drop by since it’s damn near my college.”
“I’m not going since I’m in Putrajaya lah… forgot.”

I was going to just drop by since I was broke, and I remember an email saying it ended at 1am, way past my bus schedule!

I found Az again, and found Shelley Leong the co-emcee, ready to smuggle me in as a member of the press. (I didn’t intend to write a review…)

By the time the formalities were done, I was adorned with a press kit and press tag. Impressive! Turns out that this was a bigger gig than expected. Like ICOM-end-year-project gig. Surprisingly organized, too!

I was ushered to the press section, and I met the equivalent of albnok at Xfresh‘s forums – kyaizen of Jamtank. (Syefri should be slapping his head repeatedly and selling his bass amp.)

He looked nothing like a rock star (but then, some colleagues don’t even know what kind of music I listen to. Do I bob my head frantically to classical music?)

I saw performances by… (oh wait, I’ll leave that for the article that will appear on Xfresh and Jamtank!)

He sent me home! What was even cooler was that he validated my area. Since you can’t get cheap good food in Plaza Mont Kiara, you’d have to drive past the Segambut Dalam bumps to Taman Sri Sinar for some nice mixed rice at a makeshift stall that had no name.

Hot damn. I felt bloody proud. Someday, I envision seeing a “New Sri Sinar Mixed Rice Restaurant” on Jalan Gasing.

Maturity

You know you’re mature when you’ve created an invisible freeform cage of lasers. Oh wait, they’re not lasers. They’re not pure streams of single-wavelength light. They’re unpredictable as waves and rays.

In forgetting my physics theory, I may have stumbled upon the perfect analogy. The bars hold you, but they may not be straight vectors. They may bend. They may diffuse. All you have to do is avoid and contort yourself. Plus points for planting your appendages on colored circles.

Learn to please. Learn to not say something, just because your apparent ignorance or nonchalance will work to your advantage. I respect people who have commanded life such that things will fall into place; it is not luck but pure (unconscious?) deliberation. Hidden behind that political smile is a chess machine, doing tree traversals.

Learn that a fork in the road is not always a choice between good and bad; just bad and worse. Checkmate is bound to happen. In the immortal words of Dewey Finn, just give up.

You can’t sprinkle rainbow smiles on everybody’s faces. In fact, by doing so, following the shape, it would be an upright arch, or a frown. The words that come would be colorful, too!