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I went to the Xgames and bought myself a Pantera – Reinventing Hell: The Best Of Pantera CD for RM10. Yes, an original CD, from Warner Music’s booth. Syefri and I put RM10 each on Dream Theater – Six Degrees Of Inner Turbulence. Neat!

Syefri and I rode to Alda‘s birthday party. Ah! Joy was to be found in regular seats that do not paralyse the thighs.

Being alone can be good or bad… sure you won’t have anybody to listen to you, but you don’t need to listen to anybody!

I then bunked at his place and played his housemate’s electric guitar. Maxed compressor and gain on a British classic amp setting rocks!

Life has a funny way of throwing things at you when you have an uncomfortable amount of money in your wallet.

Disjointed unrelated paragraphs help to add to the flashbacked dramaticness associated with thriller movies. I blame the Gollum-lookalike for this style. It makes any “I brushed my teeth” entry look good!

Joy and Irritance

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Joy is when you go around college and find you only need to take one subject to finish the generalized advanced diploma. Not 3 subjects, and not the project.

I feel like an Orang Kaya Baru again. I can almost taste the butterscotch guitar. But first, I have other things to get, like DDR RAM memory sticks and DVD+-R/RW burner drives. Oh, and a UHF antenna.

Irritance is when somebody looks over your shoulder at your computer screen. I don’t mind, since it’s not personal most of the time (well not at the office anyway) but please don’t ask me “What is this about?” I’d be too lazy to, for example, point out the obvious Incubus Discography in big letters.

I Told Her

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I told her the truth.

She took it as soberly as I presented it, and she told me to tell him.

I waited a day to tell him, as he was asleep. I woke him from his light sleep and told him. I waited around for an extended lecture.

It’s been a while since my last exam. I actually got the results quite some time back but hesitated telling.

Yessir, I failed my Interactive Multimedia (Director Shockwave) Project again. I passed my Advanced Java though. 🙂

Perhaps Mutlimedia just isn’t my thing. Like I told my parents, it was probably like choosing between Arts and Science streams in secondary school. I told them that I was paying so there goes my Orang Kaya Baru (New Rich Guy) mood. 🙁

I went to see the lecturer to ask if it was worth appealing for it to be remarked. Alas, he wasn’t honest, and so I shall be changing majors to Networking instead. New subjects, fresh faces, no more staring at the computer screen in disgust of Director 8.5’s user-unfriendliness. No more 3-day sleeplessness. Just mugging on 3 textbooks.

So yes! I’ll be bumming out of college until the next semester that would run from May to August.

We Deyyy

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Oh yes, what an interesting Saturday indeed.

I saw a friend of a friend who owed me money get on the Kelana Jaya LRT! I walked towards my money-owing friend and whistled, hovering over her, irritating her on purpose. She settled her debt. Interestingly enough, I asked her the night before if she was free for lunch on Saturday. She said “sure if you treat me”. I *ahemed*. She didn’t reply.

I then met Aznin at PJ A&W Drive In, Amcorp Mall. Yessir the girlfriend of Syefri.

The A&W bear land, once the premier playground of my childhood and many other kids, was now a sad-looking place. It was just one small construction with one tunnel slide, a monkey bar, and a few springed-seat rides. Before this, it was a grand, tall, long slide, loads of tunnels, and the rollercoasterish climax – a slide leading to a huge maze! The only thing that stayed? The original hand-painted sign that said “A&W bear land”.

We got a cab from Kelana Jaya LRT. Not any regular cabbie. He, as usual, asked if I could speak Chinese, to which I said I could understand Cantonese but not speak it with the proper intonation. However, other things cracked me up:

He: Eh you know ah today is the taling day?
Me: Taling day?
He: You know, taling day!
Me: (Pretending to know) OHHH taling day!
He: You know that day if girl kiss you you extra happy…
Me: Oh…

(Later he waves at a cabbie to his right.)

Me: You know him ah?
He: Yeah, actually they all know me.
Me: How ah?
He: I’m the chairman of the taxi drivers association lah! I so handsome, go on TV and talk, complain to the government…
Me: Wah, so they let you pass all the time ah?
He: Nolah, I keep low profile.

(Later still.)

He: You know actually I can speak Tamil.
Me: Really? Wah! Can hear ah?
He: (Rattles on in Tamil.) Yeah… last time I love this Indian girl.
Me: Last time? What happened? Did you pick her up from the same spot all the time?
He: 3 years ago lah. I love this Indian girl and she love me. So I learn Tamil from her.
Me: And then what happened?
He: She left me! She left me for some other Chinese fella and married him! Until now I am still single… I say lah. Must be damn bad luck one. If not means I won’t drive taxi any more.

I was swept with true pity. This Chinese dude was old (in his sixties) and balding! I paid the fare and asked him to keep the change. We then got out and laughed like hell. It was better than Kerpal (you know, that hit Jerky Boys – You Kicked My Dog MP3 being forwarded around?)

We went to Ikano Power Center and went jakun over everything! The corridors were wide and the tunnels were skinny and long!

The Euphonics music store was stocked with different brands of guitars (Fender, Ibanez, ESP LTD) you don’t usually see in one shop (with a very informed salesman, to add!) The Popular bookstore had a cheap RM3.90 Rubik’s Cube imitation by the same brand (but each time I find one, it’s distinctly different – in this case, it was 133% the size of a regular one, and it felt as spring-loaded as an original, but a bit smoother…)

We terrorized kids in Ikea’s playpen and went around trying to open those darned doors to nowhere. We then ran through the maze that was Ikea to meet a unnameable supposed-to-be-my-date friend for dinner at Ikano’s food court. I looked around for the fancy fountain tap that I heard my mom telling me about, and found it at the back. It was in one tiny room instead of being the center of attraction!

As we left to walk to One Utama (cab drivers would charge crazily to go to Kelana Jaya) I realized what taling day meant. Darling day! Darling day!

Aznin (in jilted sobby voice): “Why didn’t you get me a real, red rose instead of this pink clump of leaves which I picked, gave to you, to give to me?”
Me (in agitated Indian voice): “Aiyah I tell you lady, I am dressed in red already and I am biiigger than any red rose you can fiiind on the overpriced florist! Whaaat more could I be haaa? Selfless that’s iiit! To give myselllf to you!”

One Utama 2 was huge as we walked past it, but we didn’t go in, since we were rushing to the taxi stand.

She asked me to pick up a fallen rose from an exhibition in One Utama’s main hall. I told her “I’d pick up a RM5 note from Taman Bahagia LRT but not a rose, shy lah…” What would they do with those anyway? (You know, roses around a arched top between two pillars…)

Hmmph. I got her a 4D puzzle from Jaya Jusco One Utama, much like those I have made Hannna fall in collectible love with. I got myself an apatosaurus (long-necked 4-legger) and for her, a hedgehog with its spikes combed down. Damned cute and round! She loved it. (My brother has one too, but he’d never let me touch it since it was too damn round and cute to be pulled apart.)

While lining up at the cashier, I said to her, “You know why I like you so much? I don’t need to learn a new language to be with you!”

We walked, talked and laughed until we had to stop for thirst-quenchers every 15 minutes.

We managed to hitch a taxi at the first point where taxis turn in to One Utama. What luck! This taxi driver was quiet though. At Kelana Jaya they did some fancy switcheroos since the earlier taxi wanted to go where she was going, LOL! The passengers were asked to get out and take the taxi behind it!

How about Sunday? I have always dubbed Sunday the day of rest, and rightly so, I slept till dinner, waking up only for lunch.

Oh, and dead blogs have been removed from the links of my About Me! page. Irma and Ed are relinked. “Broken links” is a funny oxymoron.

And So I Ask. How?

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I’m not ready to tell her.

What would she say? Would she let me stay?

I’m lazy and she knows it.

Sometimes the truth is best hidden or at least held back.

Serves me right, she’d say. Not like I was one for concentrating anyway, but it would make her happy.

I need a change. I don’t want to be staring and working on it all night. Sometimes even a goodnight is hushed or forgotten. Would we instantly forgive and forget? She would, and I take that for granted that sometimes she just will not forget.

She loves me more than I would like to recount or measure, but her concern becomes my loss. My loss of freedom. My loss of income.

I shall tell her someday, on the ever so rare fair-weathered day.

And Then What Ah

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I was showing my friend this tunnel which led from Planet Hollywood to the hotel opposite it, going under Bintang Walk.

She asked if I was afraid I would get robbed when I walked there alone. I said I never thought of it, since I don’t think about these kinda things alone. If I was in the tunnel and I wasn’t alone, I wouldn’t think of being robbed and so…

Ah well, that didn’t make sense when I typed out the premise here now.

Things don’t seem to be as confidently coherent anymore, hence my lack of thought-provoking blogs. Even when reporting the most happening Urbanscapes I just kept procrastinating.

Depressing Prescription

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A friend once asked, “why is it when guys talk about their ex-girlfriends, they only say how she looked like?”

It took a divine revelation a meeting later to say, “Well, would they be saying what a wonderful personality she had after they broke up, on say bad terms?”

Another friend asked, ” Between two friends with only looks or personality, which would you choose?”

I sarcastically replied:

Looks of course. If you had a problem with the looks person, that’s what friends with personality and intelligence are for! You talk to them and they figure out your problems. Now compare that with having a mindgame with a personality person. Go to the looks person, and he/she will say “I also dunno lah…”

God forbid that I’d have to swallow my words and believe them now.

Who needs honesty when applied psychology works better?

Technical Noodling

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I bought myself an MSI K7N2-L Delta motherboard with a new fancy casing. The Asus A7A 266-E motherboard smelt of petai, and it was too late. (My Princeton EO950 19″ CRT monitor also flickered and fried… again, this time out of warranty.)

I sold off my 512MB DDR333/PC2700 Kingston Value RAM stick. I now have just one piece of RAM now, but at DDR400/PC3200. Performance increase? None. 🙁 In fact, I felt a slight lag, after having 1 GB for a few days. I did intend to get another DDR400/PC3200 stick so I could do dual-channel.

I turned on the computer and wanted to benchmark it immediately, so I right-clicked MSN 6.1 in the system tray and chose Exit. I then ran 3D Mark 2001 SE. What a bummer – it was still in the 8500 range. (At least it beat the Asus motherboard’s 7500 score!)

Anyway, here are some links in its full technical glory:

http://service.futuremark.com/compare?2k1=7447808
http://service.futuremark.com/compare?2k3=1895665

Huddle up to your pillows kids!

Now the freaky part was after the benchmark. Two MSN chat windows were open!

What was even more freaky was that the windows looked funny. MSN 4.7!

The MSN icon was not in the system tray, so there was no easy way of closing it. I could chat with those two people, but if I closed their chat windows, I would not be able to talk to them.

I killed msmsgs.exe with a swift Ctrl-Shift-Esc and then clicking on Processes. I rebooted to make sure my RAM was running at 400 Mhz (it was!) and again, MSN 4.7 was still alive after closing MSN 6.1. However, when MSN 6.1 was open, MSN 4.7 wasn’t there.

So yes! If I appear to be online and not answering, it’s probably the ghost of MSN 4.7 saying I’m online.