Category Archives: General

Five Characters In Weird

Rules of the game:
1. Post 5-weird/random stuff about yourself.
2. At the end, list the names of 5 people whom you want next to do this, and leave a comment “YOU ARE TAGGED!” in their blog and tell them to read your blog for rules. Everyone has done it. If you’re inspired, you can do it again!

I don’t even remember who tagged me! I do remember wanting to do this though.

1) I don’t like carrying things with my hands

When walking about in a shopping mall, I’d rather hang the plastic bag (if it’s a small item like say Lays Stax Salt & Vinegar that doesn’t fit in a pocket) from my camera belt pouch.

2) My accent changes

I am truly Malaysian. I am so lacking of a distinct Chinese identity. I sound Malay and Indian sometimes. I talk loudly like an Ah Beng. I dress like a Malay and I have long rocker hair. I sound Indian and call people “deyyy“.

3) I practice all my lines to a telephone while you were sleeping

Well, not exactly to a phone, but sometimes, a future conversation plays in my head. It’s like I’m getting ready my lines for you. If I do talk to myself (alone that is) it’s not a case of imaginary friends. It’s a case of me imagining that my friends are there!

4) I avoid touching handles when pushing doors

I’d also love to be able to pull doors without touching the handle, but I’m no Spiderman. Everyone knows, from antibacterial spray advertisements, that the most germs live on doorknobs and handles. So, I usually push it with the side of my elbow. (Do you ever touch your elbow? Compare that to using your hands, where hand-foot-mouth diseases can then reach your mouth.) I’m sure I annoy glass window/door cleaners.

5) I can’t make most bodily sounds

I can’t voluntarily burp. Heck, I don’t even burp often. I can’t snap my fingers. I can’t whistle.

However, I can crack my knuckles, and at times I wish I had a muffler, if you know what I mean.

Instead of tagging, I’ll put some funny links: Funny T-shirts, and the Perry Bible Fellowship, funnier and wackier than Bizarro, with amazing artwork that changes style often. (Archives are linked from his bio page.)

Young And Smokin’

The legal age to purchase cigarettes in Malaysia is 18 years of age, but did you know that the legal age to sell cigarettes is 21?

Knowing this, you could annoy your young friends. Ask if you could have a cigarette. Then, ask for another.

“Eh. Not free you know. Cigarette prices keep increasing, you know?”

That’s when you bust his entrepreneuring ass.

Of course, if you have a friend who would give you a cigarette for free, you might wanna keep him/her.

This also explains why there are cigarette-branded girls who walk around, collecting your information but not selling cigarettes.

Edit: Missed the not there. LOL!

P.S. Albert does not smoke cigarettes and does not suggest that you smoke as a social skill. I’ve seen enough newbies tipping ash over girls’ skirts, puffing awkwardly and coughing frantically after that. Please don’t do it because you wanna look cool. Albert however is a proponent of freeloading, so he won’t be hypocritical and tell you not to mooch off your friends. 🙂

Journal Of Drinking Alcoholic

Let’s get it started.

Google bomb Journal Of Drinking Alcoholic.

Google bomb?

Yeah. Link to Journal Of Drinking Alcoholic with that exact title.

Why Google bomb Paul? Because it’s an interesting experiment, to see if we Malaysian bloggers (and not spammers) are ranked highly enough by Google to have any effect.

Okay, also maybe because he tagged me. 😀 Though I must say, I was waiting for someone to tag me, as this meme did seem quite fun.

The Golden Rules:

1) write an entry of between 100-200 words, with these words have to be included once, and only once:

– I
– me
– blowjob
– grapes
– random
– power
– loneliness
– water
– robot
– blue

2) Out of the 10 words, you can only change 2 words.
I didn’t change any.

3) Your essay must make some kind of sense. if it�s not cool, then it won�t get published…
I watched Harold & Kumar Go To White Castle last night, and Dude, Where’s My Car? sometime this year. Harold & Kumar is sadly rooted in sober realism, despite them being less exemplary, in the quest for weed; other dude movies always featured dudes going all out for their girlfriends, e.g. Dude, Where’s My Car, Wayne’s World, Bill & Ted. The problem with H&K was that these two weren’t dudes just bumming around; they actually had ambition, proper job(s), a nice car, and not-too-outrageous gags. Even a Ben Stiller movie has better gags! Dude movies are meant to throw all sense out the window. They had weed; that could’ve been a bigger prop. The other dude movies had no weed, yet they elicited more laughs.

And yet, in a different view, it could be exemplary how politically correct the movie was. What with the black guy and the police and racism jabs. Almost every scene had a moral lesson, if you weren’t too stoned to notice it.

4) Send to 5 people.
I’ll send it to my mom, my dad, my paternal grandma, paternal grandpa and paternal grandma. See I’m such a family-oriented boy, I hear chicks dig that. Oh, you meant that those people have to have blogs?

My strange essay (exactly 200 words!)

Underground musicians and their listeners are a persecuted lot. Imagine attending a gig when men in power, dressed in blue arrest you for some random offence. They say black metal will be illegal. Problem is, they don’t know what black metal is, and arrested these hardcore punk kids anyway. And then some people just eating at a mamak nearby. Throw in the char kuay teow seller too. It’s no wonder we’re being sour grapes about it. Want to escape a summons, pretty lady? Give the man a blowjob.

Expect to pay two digits for mineral water and a phone call. Yes, the phone call that should be your right.

Know your rights and lodge a complaint! Do not go alone, or loneliness will be yours for hours at end while waiting for the inspector to come attend to you. They need to be badgered to do things, so go in a group. Trust me. You don’t have to go to the correct police station to lodge a report; they’re supposed to take it anyway. I would rather that the standard issue cop be a morally hard-coded, law-enforcing robot of justice, but we�ve spoiled them. Take the summons, you car-driving cheapskates!

Dye Dye Dye

So, 1 year and 3 months after a pair of scissors last touched my hair, my pure virginal black-but-shines-brown-in-the-sun hair of 22 years and 3 weeks was dyed.

My sister asked, “hey do you wanna share hair dye?

I had the money and the intent, but never got round to dyeing my hair at a salon, but since she wanted to Do-It-Yourself, I decided that this would be the turning point. We bought bleach, hydrogen peroxide and semi-permanent hair dye.

My first attempt didn’t show much.

I think God didn’t want me to dye! Why won’t you let me dye?

It was cursed enough that walking about in the sun would never give me a tan; I could not change the color of my hair. Dammit.

I got more bleach and peroxide, and decided to go all out, walloping dollops to bleach the hair thoroughly. I never knew how tricky it was to aim at your hair in the mirror.

Various responses include “DUDE! WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO YOUR HAIR?

It wasn’t till I was at a party that I met this hot chick with nice long hair and nice engaging eyes that I received my first compliment.

I like your hair. It’s funky!
Wow thanks! That’s the first compliment I’ve had for this. What color is it?
It’s blue.

Before this, I’ve had colleagues say, “eee why did you color it green? You should’ve colored it blue.

Anyway, back to the hot chick. Turns out she was a friend of a famous lesbian.

So, uh… by association, are you, y’know…

She was the second femme I’d ever met in Malaysia. (First one here.) Well thank goodness there aren’t that many femmes in Malaysia. Potong stim, as we say. Makes me wish I was lesbian, though.

(On a side note, I wished that homosexual males will get the liberation to be dressed as they like, pink if they may, while straight guys would not, so that there is a distinction, and heterosexual girls would not harp on hot homosexual guys who they just assume are metrosexual heterosexuals. Makes it easier for people with lousy gaydar. Of course, this can only happen when we’re a lot less homophobic, to avoid discrimination.)

I once wrote an article saying how gawdy dyed hair was. This time, I took poetic license, as blue wasn’t a natural hair color, and I wasn’t trying to look blonde.

Now, enough of the pretense and drama. Show me pictures!

Unfortunately, the color turns out very differently in different lighting conditions, and sometimes doesn’t show, so it’s still best seen in real life. And so, with great deliberation, here’s a mugshot, which shows the color almost accurately, or as I’d like it:

Thanks to smashpOp for the 12x optical zoom macro shot using his Panasonic FZ5.

Thanks also to Leech (for technical support, and you are my purple-haired heroine), Davina (who has gotten a failed-blue-green and a bright metallic blue) as well as Jenifur (for the under-color, hidden style that I tried to copy).

So is it green or blue? Those who’ve tried to dye their hair blue but only bleached it till yellow or brown will find that it turns green. Still, the green, I found, was quite cool.

In various places, it goes from yellow-green, to blue-green, to blue-violet. I call it the Nokia 7110 chameleon color. (Remember that phone? It went from purple to green with dark copper in between.) It could also be called a fighting fish color. Yeah.

How do I get this, oh wise funky-color-haired Albert?

Bleach your hair by yourself, with a mirror. Do not seek help from anybody. Apply as sloppily as possible until hair has 1cm thick coating of bleach. Wash off after an hour, in case you’re as un-dye-able as me. Put loads of blue-violet dye until it slightly stings your scalp. (I did that the second round to avoid getting green again.)

Good luck, and show me how it goes.

What word comes before Enlargement?

Fill in the blank space:

_______ Enlargement

What word comes before Enlargement?” has been my MSN nickname for a while already, to garner responses.

Girls mostly thought “breast” while guys thought “penis“.

However, it’s called breast enhancement (less crude-sounding) whereas guys like them large.

I was filling up a form, when I saw the word Enlargement there. Without looking at the word to its left, I already assumed that it was Penis. Not that I ever needed enlargement, thank you, but I get it so much in spam that it becomes etched in your brain.

I had a point, and it wasn’t that we all needed enlargement; it was that spam was so prevalent, we’d actually associate a word to a phrase we’ve read!

Wallace & Gromit in The Curse of the Were-Rabbit

…is a classic. Superb gags, inside jokes, references to other movies, very clever puns, Simpsons-like text that only appears on-screen for a split second, cute bunnies, perfect comic timing (and expression, especially on Gromit’s face) make this a movie I’d watch again and again.

I hereby steal from IMDB’s quotes from the movie:

Lord Victor Quartermaine: [Quartermaine’s hairpiece has been sucked up in the bunvacc] I want…
[lowers voice]
Lord Victor Quartermaine: …toupee.
Wallace: Oh, yes, of course. We take cheques or cash.
Lord Victor Quartermaine: No, you idiot. My hair is in there.
Wallace: Oh, no, only rabbits in there. I think you’ll find the hare is a much larger creature.

I initially watched it intending to analyze the stop-motion technique, but the storyline was so compelling that I just watched it as it was.

And for those who like cheese, well, this movie is full of it. Wallace’s bookshelf, for example, has “Brie Encounter

Pimpage And Linkage 2006

Sorry for the late update, I was busy categorizing every blog entry. Travelling is about my escapades in town, often with conversations with people. If I classify an entry under Jokes, I am trying to make it obvious that it was a joke, parody or was in sarcasm. Lyrics are my modified lyrics from ages go. Poems cover sonnets, poems, and little ditties I wrote. Love is, you know, love. Music is about the many rock gigs I go to, or musical theory geeking, or guitar geeking. Geek is where I get technical, with computers or anything else. Toys cover my many Transformers and other toys (and there are loads more to come). Pictures are for those who tire of my lengthy text. Rants are for negative, angsty banter. And for everything else, there’s General.

Alright, pimpage and linkage time!

1) Mystery Wolf
She kicks ass. Besides taking many hours of sleep from me sometime back in 2003-2005, she also plays guitar and is all-out rock chick with metal in her blood and metal on her skin. I also someday hope to rape the Canon 350D she uses for her photos before she leaves for Perth again. She also introduced me to my current webhost.

2) Cheesie
This pretty lady is pretty cheesy. She has her own religion, so you could call her a Goddess. If her cult told me to put the toilet seat down… I would. She’s funny (and more importantly, cheesy). (Picture pimpage is only because she’d pimp me as well.)

3) Foong Jin
She’s the pretty intellectual-looking librarian chick with the demure charm. She’s got wit and biting logic, and girl power.

4) Joeybear
She has so many pictures and multi-colored text I almost never took the time to read them. Still, the fact that she changed my link and picture, and that my name starts with A, would mean I get a constant stream of linkage from her. Thanks be to this shameless camwhore, who links to many pretty ladies (who I hope, also click on her links. In order.)

5) Cheneille
From angst to alienation and insecurity, she covers such teenage feelings without going gothic and uncomprehensible. But negativity is just a part of her writing which compels, as she is blur-looking as heck in real life.

6) Strizzt
This quiet, almost phantom-like telephasing being rarely ever shows her presence. Yet, we associate her with many big blog things in Malaysia. A post-modernistic poetic way of writing about things (pardon the possible misusage, I am not well-read) makes for very engaging reads about, like Seinfeld says, nothing.

7) Becky
Food, boobs, orgasms, conversations, chicks, parties, sex, and loads of pictures. Oh and a webmistress who looks like Joss Stone. Despite such happening blog entries, one must not be mislead – her entries do carry a lot of weight. (Please don’t kill me for a baaad pun, I still want to meet your chick friends!)

8) Leech
She’s well versed with the subject of stalkers, and makes a most interesting conversationalist ever. Also one of the rare classic-styled camwhores. You want an opinion? Read it anywhere. You want an opinion, fun to read? Read it here.

9) Elaine
Elaine is a riot. She is a camwhore, too, and I dig her posture. She also has the most zany conversation-transcriptions ever, and laugh-out-loud wit. She also influenced her family to camwhore with her. I am not sure if that is a good thing.

10) Hyrza
Okay, so I haven’t been reading her, but she’s linked me for ages and I’ve linked her for ages and she’s changed my link and she gets a paragraph.

11) Doey
Hey man, help Yvonne raise money for her surgery. Buy her T-shirt! It’s got a funky design, I know, because I bought one. She’s a budding writer and a real sweetheart.

12) Reta
Hot hot hot chick. Sot sot sot chick. Reta is cartoony in real-life, despite her seemingly emo posts. A naturally photogenic camwhore who does not employ much tricks to look good. Because she looks good in real life, baby. Plus she leaves kooky comments in blogs. 😀

13) Lex
Ah, Lex, Lex. My long-time blog commentor. She can wake anybody up with her uh… peppy, cheerful voice. Youthful rants are to be found in her blog.

14) Ed
Ed is my long-time geek buddy, and weathered ear. One of the few padawans to have mastered the Rubik’s Cube, CSS, HTML, Firefox and WordPress (okay, so I didn’t teach him Firefox or WordPress). Read him for some dramatic dramatization, because a storm’s brewing.

15) YK
Funny, and a musical dictionary. Also my Transformer-collecting buddy. Blogs about the bitter side of love sometimes, but it’s nothing you’ve never heard in a song. Or have you?

16) Syefri
My rock-gig buddy! He has also tried to get me to buy stuff online. He has a cool afro, and the most cool sayings which may not make sense and may be said just because saying it is damn cool. Like a Jamaican.

17) xen0s
My driving-school buddy! He has turned from a guitar-wielding metalhead to a drumstick-drumming jazz cat. He still hasn’t had any luck with girls. Go give him a click. Because jazz drummers are sexy, yo.

18) Smashpop
My casual-photography buddy! Jason blogs about food, food and food. And then maybe he takes very skilfully cropped, framed, vibrant shots of anything else he sees. At that rate, I guess it’s not a sin for him to be a camwhore too. Because he can make himself look good.

19) Dustyhawk
My miscellaneous-geek buddy! He likes anime and girls. He likes speaking in third person. He likes overly geek-speaking. He is also an otai (old-timer) and you may find fame by joining his Bloggersphere.

20) LIONEL.blogs
The guy, to this day, who introduced me to CSS (Cascading Style Sheets). It’s the reason why my page appears to load fast; there were no tables used in the HTML! He is also one of those who follow the classical definition of a blogger.

21) The Silent Room
My technical-photography buddy! We geek out with cameras, and make interesting special effects. He’s also an artist who draws his own comic strips, and often has biting, directed, angry entries and yet has constructive criticism in them.

22) DJ Phuturecybersonique
My coding/hardware buddy! We geek out about hardware, programming, music and performing arts among other things. He’s also funny, and I stole the idea of linking everything I could back to to my old posts from him. He also inspired me to code my own blog. He is awesome. He is 1337.

Yeah yeah I know I said 10, but I meant to be generous and pimp/link everybody who linked to my new URL. (As of time of writing anyway.)

P.S. I’ve only not met 2 of them.

And finally, because Michelle says that quoting this would make me look cool:

You’ve officially been PIMPED!

Glaring Notebook Reborn

Surprise!

Welcome to my new blog.

Or rather, my blog, reborn.

After years of sitting on Brinkster (since December 2000, using it to test scripts for Xfresh), I finally got round to finish coding my blog. Yes, I am not powered by WordPress. This programmer ethic was inspired by DJCS, the walking-talking-DNS-server and uber geek, who also coded his own blog.

You’ll notice some new features, like categories (I’m not done putting blog entries in categories; I’ll announce when it’s done), a new skin, Cubed, that is now default, replacing the 17-month-reigning Trained. (Yep, no more staring at people sitting on the LRT.)

Yes, you can still change skins, if you miss looking at people sitting on the LRT.

Or, if you miss me, you can come sit with me on the LRT. If there are seats available, and no more deserving people to sit in them.

What was the idea/theme/motif behind Cubed?

I just wanted to shock people. Make people go, whoa. Make people realize that hey, this is not the same site anymore. It does not have a default black background. No, it does not have anything to do with the black metal incident; I’ve always wanted to make my next one a colorful one.

As for the left-side image, it’s inspired by my love for Rubik’s Cubes. Somehow, I accidentally made the lines grey instead of black, and that’s where the sketch-like cube came from. The font was picked because it could not be held seriously; same with the colors. The rainbow was a last-minute addition, and the dithered pattern effect was made by saving the image as a 16-color GIF file, not through Photoshop. I liked the effect, as it was reminiscent of good old Windows 3.1 and 640×480 at 16-color VGA displays (or 320×240 at 256-color VGA displays.) Meanwhile, the font was more 70’s retro, making a mishmash that would never have happened in 1993.

The preface text on the sidebar did not need a background; it miraculously could be read across the screen. 😀

Yeah, just so you all know I’m not always serious even though I was born with a serious face, yo.

You can still add a comment with your email address, and the email address would come out jumbled to spambots, but clickable to humans. You don’t need to type a subject anymore (well it’s been that way for a while anyway.) There’s also a calendar view at the bottom, where you can view blog entries by the month or year.

As for other horribly-named blog terms like permalink, trackback and pinging, well… experiment with the Replies link at the bottom of each entry.

Give me more life stories!

I started a website in 1998 under XOOM.COM, as it was known then, to host my Quake 2 plugin-player models. My first ever URL? http://members.xoom.com/albnok. It did not have ads then! It was then bought over by NBCi.COM. Around that time too, I registered for a free domain name under NameZero.com (it was either that or the only other competitor then).

So, about 5 years before this, I had http://www.albnok.com/.

That domain died, and I started blogging in December 2001. Other than me and DJCS, I haven’t a clue who else has such a long contiguous stretch of blog entries on one server, one system. TV Smith perhaps? Paul had dozens of subdirectories, subdomains and domains before arriving at his current one, but I am not able to access his archives, so yeah.

Okay, so I’ve been sitting on this for much longer than I expected. Much, much, much longer. Ever since the days anybody wondered where I suddenly got so much bandwidth to upload so many pictures (Brinkster only has 30 MB of space), I have been using my webspace secretly. 😀

I’ve also put the links out on the side, in this Cubed skin at least. Because I took the trouble to update them, you should too!

My blog address was not:
http://www16.brinkster.com/albnok
It was officially:
http://www.xfresh.com/albert (but if you link me as the former I would still be happy to be linked.)
It is now:
http://www.glaringnotebook.com

The first ten people to change my link to the new one will get a free paragraph each, with me explaining why I linked to you, what I like about your blog and why you people should go to your blog. What are you waiting for? Free linkage and pimpage!

One Of One

Instead of listing what I did this year (which is basically sleep, eat, play guitar and blog so far), or listing what I did last year, I’ll list what I did in the past few New Years.

1st January 2001: This would be the last year I’d celebrate it at home.
1st January 2002: I was in the office with Paul and Joey. We did a three-way handshake to usher the new year.
1st January 2003: Rock The World 3 was held in a parking lot near KLCC. At midnight, Emmett of Butterfingers was on stage. “Oh. Fireworks.” His expression was timeless; we were expecting it to come minutes later! After all that, I proudly walked to Ampang Park, instead of KLCC, avoiding the Malaysian Book Of Records’ largest human sandwich.
1st January 2004: Trent, Ed, Jasmine and I walked back and forth a few times from Bintang Walk to KLCC. We were in front of Haagen Dazs in Lot 10 when the countdown happened. Being in such a crowd, with everybody spraying each other with foam sprays and giving everybody a free hair coloring in the spirit of Sungei Wang fashion, and feeling like puking after smelling all that spray – now that was a moment (or a few hours) worth experiencing at least once in your life.
1st January 2005: A tsunami had just struck, so we Malaysians were not encouraged to celebrate. Gigs were cancelled, and celebration was muted. Shaz and I were at his collegemate’s place in Bangsar, where I first tried shisha, and tested out my newly acquired Canon Powershot A400.
1st January 2006: Over the hills and far away, I was at Shelley‘s balcony in Cheras, watching the fireworks. I took pictures, but they were disappointing and shall come in a later post.

Tag Lag

In the spirit of killing procrastination, I shall do the damn blog memes I was tagged ages ago. One, from Alda:

10 years ago I was:
I was 12 years and 4 days old. I think we still started our school semester in December, so it was one of those rare birthdays on a schoolday.

5 years ago I was:
I was 17, and was on my 5th day of working at Xfresh. Yes, we worked Saturdays then.

1 year ago I was:
I was 21 and getting over the Rock The World neckaches.

Yesterday I was:
Passing the flu to everyone in the office who wanted an MC. Eventually made an exit in the afternoon with the intention of sleeping.

5 snacks I enjoy:
1) Mamee Monster Snack (20 sen joy!)
2) Lays Salt & Vinegar chips (they’re so strong, you simply cannot finish them in one go, which makes it a lot more worth it.)
3) Ear Biscuits (a Chinese delicacy)
3) Ear Biscuits filled with brown paste (I am not sure how to differentiate them, but it’s also a Chinese delicacy)
5) Twisties Chickadees (it seems less salty than other snacks)

5 songs I know all the words to:
Oh, what the heck, I don’t know the lyrics to most of my 24 GB of songs. I mean, I could sing along to it, but out of nothing, and in sequence, I probably could not.

5 things I would do with a 100 Million:
1) Invent a time machine, buy loads of tin and raw materials that cost a lot more back then, and sell it.
2) Make Africa a self-contained ecosystem with food for everyone.
3) Make the only sexually transmitted disease left infertility/impotence. Hence, we could all screw around but we’d never have kids. Want kids? Adopt an African.
4) Buy Bill Gates’ garage.
5) Buy the RIAA and make people aware of different types of music.

5 bad habits:
1) Freeloading!
2) Mining of the nasal and auditory passages
3) Not looking into the eyes of the person who is talking to me, especially if that person has big, engaging pupils
4) Making socially inept first impressions
5) Procrastinating

5 biggest joys:
1) Getting my full scholarship (oh wait, did I even sound joyed?)
2) Making my computers work, by some fluke
3) Uh… getting recognized from my blog, or from the scene
4) Paying all my dues and buying all that is needed to buy for the month
5) Finishing a collection of whatever it is I was collecting, be it computers, toys, guitars, cameras

5 favourite toys:
1) Transformers!
2) Zoids
3) Lego
4) Rubik’s Cubes and other puzzles
5) Well, basically any toy that can take on a few forms, or be assembled.

5 things I would never wear:
1) Eyeliner. It’s all real, you emo punk wannabes!
2) Foundation. I am but too fair!
3) Brown contact lenses. My eyes are already brown.
4) A tongue ring. I like spicy food!
5) A nose ring. I have a sensitive nose!

5 favorite TV shows: (I don’t watch much TV.)
1) The Simpsons
2) Futurama
3) Seinfeld
4) Frasier
5) Whose Line Is It Anyway?

5 fictional characters I would date:
1) Lana Lang, Smallville
2) The Pevensie sisters when they grew older, Chronicles Of Narnia (I couldn’t make out who was who but they were hot!)
3) Invisible Girl from Fantastic Four the movie
4) Orked from Sepet
5) Ruby of ATI Technologies

5 people I tag:
Refer to question above.

How much cash do you have on you today?
RM300, but I owe some people, so I gotta be paying up.

What word rhymes with “test?”
Rest. Zzzzz.

Favourite plant?
Wallflowers

Who is the fourth person on your missed call list on your cell phone?
My father (I was testing his phone.)

What is the main ringtone on your cell phone?
Led Zeppelin – Stairway To Heaven, the most overplayed song at a guitar shop, ever.

What shirt are you wearing?
The Incubus – A Crow Left Of The Murder T-shirt that I bought from Syefri because he found that it could not fit him.

Do you label yourself?
Whenever I get my hands on a labeller! 😀

Brand of shoes you’re currently wearing?
My free Nikes. 🙂

Bright or dark room?
I like somewhere in between, nearer to dark.

What were you doing at midnight last night?
Blogging.

What was the last text message you received on your cell phone?
Stim-girl telling me some not-very-stim news.

Do you ever click on “pop ups” or banners?
Only when I�m looking for pages with lots of pop-ups. 😉

What’s a saying that you say a lot?
“Ooo, what�s that?”

Who told you they love you last?
I can�t remember who last asked me for a favor.

Last furry thing you touched?
The fluff on my Santa hat.

How many drugs have you done in the past three days?
5 different types, for sore throat, fever, cold, antibiotics and good old cough drops. 😀

How many rolls of film do you need to get developed?
I�m digital, baby. I�d wanna buy a new roll, expose and develop for my project; an infrared lamp.

Favorite age you have been so far?
21!

Your worst enemy?
Procrastination.

What is your current desktop picture?
This!

What was the last thing you said to someone?
“Okay we swap positions now?”

If you have to choose between 1