The AznGeek

Posted by azngeek at August 27th, 2008

“Did you hear?”
Old Ma Higgins
is at it again,
the cookie crumbs
the fresh
baked buns.
Her dainty dress,
she’s not
makeup-less.
Fresh bought roses,
she’s on her tip-toes!
“Ah. Someone is in
love again.”

Posted by azngeek at August 27th, 2008

I’ll be,
the one to hold you tight,
to give you hugs and kisses,
tell you everything is alright.

I’ll be,
the one to miss you gone,
thinking,
maybe it was you only you,
all along.

Posted by azngeek at August 26th, 2008

How I’ve been getting increasingly busier lately. It’s kinda like an exponential curve of work. Things pile up. I’m still breathing though. Getting through things.
Life has been great by the way my dwindling readers. Things have been peachy.

Lets start with work. Some of you might know that I’ve been tutoring the A Levels syllabus for a few years now. One of my students, one that I won’t mention, was scoring in the 50s in his middle year exams. He’s latest exam, he came up top in his year group. Quite stoked about it. Even though I know it’s 99% him, and almost none of my doing.

Uni is uni. For the most part I quite enjoy all the papers this semester save one. Industrial automation, a fourth year paper, that is quite the pain in the butt. At least we get to program a robot to cut out Styrofoam cars at the end of the semester XD. Holidays are coming around too. Something to look forward to.

On the relationship front, I definitely wish I did better with keeping up with some old friends, I try. Okay? Been meeting new people. For the most part the people around me have been cool. Awesome bunch to hang with.

O yes. Got a new pair of runners for indoor use. New Balance Zip.

Looks quite neat. But to be perfectly honest. Asics is king with support and shock absorbing. Just that New Balance is considerably cheaper I guess. And didn’t feel like forking out that kinda money for a pair of Asics. Shoes in NZ aren’t cheap… Bah. I wish I could get a pair of Kayanos or GT2110s from Malaysia right now… wishful thinking. Definitely prefer Asics to New Balance, I don’t care what people say… stupid New Balance sales people. They’ve got the fit, but in every other aspect, it’s not that great. And I just realized I was ranting on about shoes. Stopped going to the gym and picked up running. Had some progress, then regressed a bit. This post seems a lot more like me droning.

Hmmm. I think I’ll end it here.

Azngeek

Posted by Morpork at August 23rd, 2008

Today, by which I mean yesterday, I invited (read: coaxed) two of my friends to watch a movie. In case you haven’t guessed, I am being sucked into a vortex of geekdom (and add that on top of posting in a site called… Azngeek) and planned to watch Star Wars. In the last minute, I changed my mind and got tickets for Wanted because I sensed that animated people tagging each other with bright glowing sticks will not appeal to non-geeks. Displease my friends I must not…
Now that’s where the post-worthy material comes in.

Problem: There are three of us and I have a pocketful of vouchers that read: “Two tickets for $20″.

Solution: Simple. See that guy over there all alone, getting a ticket? Ask him to team up with you so you can get cheap tickets. Hahaha, yeah. Behind me, there is a group of 3. Great. I’ve got more than enough vouchers! Really. I then proceed to offer them one of the vouchers anyway for talking to me deigning to talk to me. I like to please karma. Hah!

Result: I ended up paying extra money for the third ticket. (Actually, one of my friends did. I’ll make it up to him one day.) And guess what? I got even more of those vouchers. I gave away all my old ones to a couple. So the key is to not team up and people will gladly take them. If you so much as offer an alliance, they will be completely defensive and reject any further offers from you.

Posted by Morpork at August 20th, 2008

I have a fascination for old games. Some of them like Star Control 2 and KGB because I played them while I was young. Some like XCOM because veteran gamers worship them and I heard so much of them I finally gave them a whirl, some 10+ years after they were made. I wouldn’t get on my knees and worship the holy 5¼-inch magnetic halo for being artifacts harbingering bliss on earth but the games are remarkable. More than what you can say for modern games which have a simple trend: Longer development time, greater development cost, less content.

Old games do tend to have a common trait. They are Hard. Perhaps a better way of putting it is the game does a good job of killing you. Just think of Hugo and the number of ways you can break the game. Have an elephant sit on the stream. Drop your matches into the river. Fall into a 2D cliff. Really.

Perhaps the difference between old and modern games is that after that happens, you are more compelled to start over than thrash your keyboard.*

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* This doesn’t apply to everthing. Metal Gear 1 and Metal Gear 2 are both annoying I think. Dropping players to the beginning and forcing them to go through all the traps again without warning is not cool.

Posted by azngeek at August 12th, 2008

Shattered by Of A Revolution

In a way, I need a change
From this burnout scene
Another time, another town
Another everything
But it’s always back to you

Don’t wanna turn that car around
I gotta turn this thing around

Azngeek

Posted by wordsmith at August 12th, 2008

I got selected for National Service. I was kidding earlier. Now I’m serious. Shoot me. Shootmeshootmeshootmeshootme.

Posted by wordsmith at August 8th, 2008

by wordsmith

Selamat Hari Jadi ke-20 to The AznGeek! Cheers.
(I hope I got it right. If I didn’t, shoot me.)

Posted by azngeek at August 7th, 2008

A toast,
To the dieing breeze,
the wilting trees,
To the setting sun,
an end of a season.
To the laughter
of little girls,
dancing with their
pretty twirls.
To the park fights,
of little boys,
stealing toys!
To an end of an age.
A second decade.
I’m getting old.

A poem about leaving adolescence, sigh. : <

Azngeek

Posted by azngeek at August 7th, 2008

They say love is about asking the hard questions, answering with honesty, and questioning those answers. A never ending search for knowledge.

You are the answers to my questions,
The questions to my answers.
For you. I seek
For me.

Azngeek

Posted by azngeek at August 5th, 2008

I write her name in the sand,
waves, tides crashing in,
With my other hand,
I write her name again.

Azngeek

Posted by azngeek at August 5th, 2008

Allow me to speak freely,
and say the words of
how I love thee,
more than the depth,
the height, the breadth,
in which my soul knows,
more than my everydays,
my tomorrows,
my yesterdays.

Allow me to speak,
freely.

Azngeek

Posted by wordsmith at July 20th, 2008

by wordsmith

The robotic competition is two days’ away. My fingers need soaking in a bucket of ice after assembling the robot with two other teammates for two hours today. The programming process is proving to be a little too tedious. My team (inclusive of the teacher) are all girls/females. And girls are known for their adeptness in robotic construction and computer programming, are they not? (This is your cue to snort.)
Oh boy.

Forgive me. I needed to kvetch a little.

Posted by azngeek at July 19th, 2008

Last night I went out with my friend, for simplicity’s sake, lets call her Soccer Girl™. I usually see her at the end of every semester. Went to high school with her for a couple of months before I moved to a different school. The stuff we usually do when we meet up would consist usually of a movie, food, and a drink, and a long talk. She reflects on herself to me, I reflect on myself to her. I’m not sure what kinda categories our talks would be put under. But man, they are always thoughtful and so contemplative; it’s quite hard to imagine that I’d get myself into conversations like that. ( I had a similar conversation with Economics Girl™ as well -> I have no idea how I lend myself into situations like these. At least it only happens about twice a year, for the most part haha)

And it’s got me thinking, thinking about, how much I’ve lost focus on the things that really mattered to me. For a while there, I was putting in so much effort on things that didn’t really matter hugely to me. And the things that mattered, took a back seat for a while. I haven’t really let friends into my thoughts, and it’s been more on a need to know basis. And I think it might have been because I was reciprocating on the fact that was what they were doing it as well. That’s just how guys roll. Haha. I just said that’s how guys roll. I am now officially hip and cool.

But I think I’ve just been given you know that refreshing dip into a sea of focus. I think I’m ready to get out of this status-quo of indecision.

Signing Off,
Azngeek

Posted by azngeek at July 14th, 2008

So -
In the beginning there was hum
from a poet whose pulse felt
DRUM DRUM DRUM!
He would perform prayers and all
till one day he heard a voice call
COME COME COME!
Just because he moved it was his cost
Just because he thinks he was a little lost.
People get held back
by the voice inside ‘em.

Yo -
The voice said a voice speak inside you,
Rejoice and please let me invite you.
To evil greed and lies too.

Yeah
Confusing days he moved in ways it soon became hakuna
Koon Koon Koon.
and knock on his door the lord is no more
and knock on his door his soul is no more

la la la la…yeah
la la la la…that was in the beginning
la la la la…as the story goes on
la la la la…

So, so so-
The poets got a proposal
he would always hope but never know
what it feels to be free.
He would be the frozen imposed as the toes on all of the posin’
But it would be greed.
thats got him there
he’s bound, hungry and, proud too.
People don’t care, people just scared,
People don’t care, people just prayer.

la la la la…yeah
la la la la…that was in the beginning
la la la la…there was a hum
la la la la…and things changed
la la la la…yeah, yeah

say-
it’s better to light a candle than to curse the dark
in the eyes of the youth there are question marks
like freedom, freedom for the mind and soul
we don’t see em,
see them for their worth at all.
that’s why we lead em
lead em to these wars and what is it we feed em
feed em our impurities and who it is we treat em
treat em like the enemy humanity will need em
need em like the blood we spill and where freedom

freedom for the hearts we fill
mislead em
they hunger for the love we give but we cheat em

the guys beat em and all he wants is his feedom em
so they defeat em

whatever spirit he’s got
beat em
and they teach em the rest of the world don’t need him
and he believes it’s a disease that he’s heathen
Put up your fists if all you want is freedom
Put up your fists if all you want is

la la la la…that was in the beginning
la la la la… and things change

yeah, yeah, yeah.

we keep holding on,
And we keep being strong,
And we keep going on,
and on and on and on.

3x
[ And we keep holding on,
And we keep being strong,
And we keep going on,
and on and on and on. ]

Signing Off,
Azngeek