The AznGeek

Posted by psych at September 29th, 2006

Thats what I think Thai girls-for-hire are taught to say. Naww.. I just couldnt think of a better title =) I LOVE THAI PPL..! Well.. I love tom yam. And .. those other things.

Just an interesting convo i had just now that I wanna share. Share cos I care. Care cos of the stare.. Stare.. beware.. pear? Posting cos its seriously one of the weirdest conversations ive had in a long long time. The previous one being with Azngeek a long time ago but probably too vulgar even for you pr0n addicted freaks visiting this site=)

(6:51 PM) jon:	o0.. i have no idea what a barebone is lol
(6:51 PM) Tim - Azngeek:	you know
(6:52 PM) Tim - Azngeek:	like shuttles
(6:52 PM) Tim - Azngeek:	those small desktops?
(6:52 PM) Tim - Azngeek:	squarish
(6:52 PM) jon:	hmm.. ….. small.. desktops.
(6:52 PM) Tim - Azngeek:	http://au.shuttle.com/Product/Barebone/brb_default.asp
(6:52 PM) Tim - Azngeek:	these thingies
(6:53 PM) jon:	zomg so cute
(6:53 PM) Tim - Azngeek:	lol
(6:53 PM) Tim - Azngeek:	wtf
(6:53 PM) Tim - Azngeek:	ahhaha
(6:53 PM) jon:	seiously =) cute like buttons
(6:53 PM) jon:	or something
(6:53 PM) Tim - Azngeek:	right
(6:53 PM) jon:	haha
(6:54 PM) jon:	not really. but theyre sweet looking
(6:54 PM) jon:	like really fat and adorable
(6:54 PM) jon:	soft toys
(6:54 PM) jon:	hug em
(6:54 PM) Tim - Azngeek:	lol
(6:54 PM) Tim - Azngeek:	you are sick
(6:54 PM) jon:	-_-. u just dont see them for what they are
(6:55 PM) Tim - Azngeek:	lol they are portable-ish, and are beasts of grunt
(6:55 PM) Tim - Azngeek:
(6:55 PM) Tim - Azngeek:	sort of like a portable prostitute
(6:55 PM) Tim - Azngeek:	that you can keep in your closet
(6:55 PM) Tim - Azngeek:	and take out when you need to
(6:55 PM) Tim - Azngeek:	like a dwarf prostitute!
(6:55 PM) Tim - Azngeek:	zomg!
(6:55 PM) jon:	and innocent looking.. and so not prostitutish.. they r like… the tech equilvalent to cotton candy
(6:55 PM) jon:	OMG
(6:55 PM) jon:	no u didnt
(6:56 PM) jon:	not a dwarf whore!
(6:56 PM) Tim - Azngeek:	lol
(6:56 PM) Tim - Azngeek:	gimli?
(6:56 PM) Tim - Azngeek:	hahahahahhaha
(6:56 PM) Tim - Azngeek:	fuck
(6:56 PM) Tim - Azngeek:	my brains being eaten away
(6:56 PM) Tim - Azngeek:	: \
(6:56 PM) jon:	ewww
(6:57 PM) jon:	a sexgimli
(6:57 PM) jon:	sex toy
(6:57 PM) jon:	muahahaa
(6:57 PM) Tim - Azngeek:	this is a weird conversation
(6:57 PM) Tim - Azngeek:	i guess it’s because you are weird
(6:57 PM) Tim - Azngeek:	oh yea
(6:57 PM) Tim - Azngeek:	can you tell me somethign?
(6:58 PM) jon:	id tell u anything
(6:58 PM) jon:	i love you
(6:58 PM) jon:	!
(6:58 PM) jon:	!
(6:58 PM) Tim - Azngeek:	lol
(6:58 PM) jon:	go on…
(6:58 PM) Tim - Azngeek:	it’s been eating at  me
(6:58 PM) Tim - Azngeek:	i saw that picture you posted up
(6:59 PM) jon:	and..
(6:59 PM) jon:	u wanna know who>
(6:59 PM) Tim - Azngeek:	of your msn contact list, ahahha which category do i fall under?
(6:59 PM) Tim - Azngeek:	LOL
(7:00 PM) jon:	close friends man duh =)
(7:01 PM) Tim - Azngeek:	zomg! *big emo tear*
(7:01 PM) jon:	yay lets hug
(7:01 PM) Tim - Azngeek:	in the shower?
(7:03 PM) jon:	full force
(7:03 PM) jon:	get all wet
(7:03 PM) jon:	and steamy

Oo the elmo thing reminds me of a joke.

A woman went to get a job at a factory making Tickle Me Elmo toys. She’s a little slow so naturally she was worried that she would screw things up but she got the job anyway. They were making a new batch of toys and the manager, knowing her condition, gave her the simplest task he could think of. The next day, he went to the assembly line and found her already there, feverishly working on her task. He complimented her on her work attitude and mentioned that hardworking people will not have to wait long to get to the top. It was then that he noticed a small pouch sewn on each and every new Elmo. He saw her sew the pouch on, then place two dried peanuts into it, then sew it shut. He asked her what she was doing.. she replied…

“I’m Giving Each of Them Two TESTICLES!”

Omg that always gets me. I think I read it when I was 12 or something. Haha.

Gots to go.

Weekend of Pwnage Coming Up

pSyCh

Posted by azngeek at September 29th, 2006

That’s a reallly long title. And I believe it might even be an allusion toward a certain boy band. Gasp. Backstreet boys? Shit. My gay tendencies are coming through. Even on the in-ter-net. Fuck. : \ I guess us gay people just can’t hide our tendencies. (Seriously. I’m not REALLY gay. psych can testify. He’s stayed over at my place and was UNTOUCHED. Mostly untouched. LOL)

But yes. I was going for a run one day. And I’ve been thinking about it for a while. A childhood memory. You’d think it would be a fond one. But nooooooo. Fuck no.

It was the summer of 69′. Actually. It wasn’t the summer of 69′. I lie. It was the summer of the year 2000. I was spending yet another holiday in New Zealand. And we were in Hamilton. Visiting.

And one fateful day we decide to visit the park. And we meet this VERY NICE man. Come to think about it. He was far too nice. Might have been a paed! Holy shit. I think his nose fell off too. I think you know what I’m getting at. I’ll end it at that. Because he was a very nice man. And he had the most beautiful golden retriever I’d ever ever seen. It’d make any manly-man-man go “Zomg. Kawaiine~~” *stab stab stab*

So yes. What signifiance does it have to my childhood? I’m getting to it. Hold your horses. (You can hold something else too *hint hint* Or not, you’ll understand what I mean with this too)

So the nice man let us play with his dog. (That sounds so god damn wrong) And of course my sister was there. We were playing catch. It was fun. My dogs Rover and Rodger (shut up you now, I actually was too young to remember their names, had them a long time ago, but I would have liked them to have cliched names like the above) had passed away.

The slobber on the ball. The display of my perfect machoness throwing the ball miles and miles away. Or it seemed like miles and miles away at the time. Mmmm. Maybe. Urm. A few feet…. *big emo tear* *sigh* so yea. I think we’ve established that.

And then my sister gets the saliva-ed ball. Lol. Zomg. And then… she calls out the dogs name. And everything went in slow motion. Seconds later I was on the ground…. like what the fuck. The dogs to the left! I’m on the right. And she threw it at my family jewels. *wince*

And that’s all I remember from that day. Slobbery ball. Made contact with my dry balls. And then. Things went blank. My poor poor balls. The horrifying memories… May I sleep well tonight… =P

Posted by azngeek at September 29th, 2006

Lets think fantastic fucking four. Thing. He’s orange. Now darken that shade of orange. Move towards the redder region of orange. Now shrink the Thing a gazillion times. Still have no idea what I’m getting at? *smacks head*

Get rid of the stupid-lame-zomg-bbq catchphrase “It’s clobbering time.” and add the catch phrase “He he he. Tickle me! Give me a hug!” And you have the red thing. Better known as Elmo. I was doing nothing in particular and he just came to mind. Elmo. That red piece of shit. The fucker that gave me countless sleepless nights. I’m being man enough here to admit it. That freaky red puppet scared me. Scared me a lot.

I cried seas, no oceans thinking of the fucked up creature that lurked in my closet. He haunted the very depth of my soul. His squeaky high pitched voice, a broken record. His smell reeking of decaying corpses. Always at the corner of my mind.

And of course. This whole post has been a lie. I don’t hate Elmo. NEVER been afraid of him. For anyone who fell for it. I still think you non-existent readers are morons.

:P I can’t believe I’m spamming my own site with non-sensical rubbish

Inspiration for this post: Went to a toy store lately lol.

Posted by psych at September 27th, 2006

I always find myself saying that when I’m just standing around with someone and I lose my train of thought or just feel like blabbing when *someone* passes by. Its not just girls that make me do that.. random things like… i dont know. Just random things. I automatically go “you know, that thing and that thing with the thing about the thing”. Fuck it. Harder to explain here =) You may get it. Congratulations if your brain gets me.

Have you ever felt yourself looking at that MSN screen at a single screenname. Just picturing what that person is doing at that very moment. Just slowly letting it seep into your mind. Im not making sense again.. Just thought id share that feeling. I know some of you who do this.. It’s like.. Looking at a picture.. But instead of details and crap its just letters.. It’s just better than chatting for some reason. Er.. like what I said about the picture.. Its the same. but slightly different. Chattings great too but when youre chatting with that person you cant really appreciate him/her. Looking at an actual picture of that person could do the job.. but the connection you have with him/her through MSN just defies anything else.

I really can stare for minutes at a time. Just admiring. I think ill msg her now. Just to see what shes up too. I dont really want to. Talking kinda takes alot of the fun away. Dooood thats so sucky.. I seriously feel more attached to this person while im not talking to her. It feels better. Unexplainable yet again. This was kinda what I was gonna post yesterday but I thought I could explain it better with some caffiene in my blood. Guess not.

I may be slightly late, but good luck SouthAustralianMatriculationErs for ur trials. I see so many of u guys stressed in the hallways and I feel for u guys. I really do. Its only a matter of time…

PS- www.kotuki.com - just some advertising. Go there. Register. Post stuff when you want to etc. funz0r forums. =)

Nite

pSyCh

Posted by psych at September 26th, 2006

Something happened today.. How can I explain it in words. Well.. I can’t. Its kinda like those old Cow and Chicken cartoons where the awesomest, freakiest things would happen and everything seemed perfectly ordinary at the same time. You get where I’m going with this? Changed my mind about describing that awesome thing cos I realized I wouldn’t be able to do it effectively even after a few hours of typing. So lets move on..

Reminiscing about Magic:The Gathering with AznGk on MsN. It was good. I actually forgot how much I loved that game. How much everyone loved that game. I mean I had countless times where I looked forward to go to school just to hang out and play cards. It was surreal. Like something that can never ever happen now. Simply because time seems better spent doing other things. I think I’d still love playing em. It just won’t be the same. Playing with different people. In a different place. My best moments playing that game was in school(on the ground, on the ground, in class, in a few random rooms.. I remember sitting on the cold hard cement floor alot for some reason) with friends. Started playing earlier than alot of my friends. Then stopped. Then started again. Then stopped. And here I am now. Nostalgia eats monkey balls. Big, hairy, monkey balls. I won’t get rid of em cards in any case. I think I’ve still got my Pokemon (Thats A Whole Other Story).

Pokemon. My first experience with TCGs. Thats trading card game btw. It was fun. I think thats the only tcg i played with girls. Cute monsters and damage counters. HP and Pokemon powers. Mana and Artifacts and Enchantments And Creatures. Sigh. The things that shaped most of my teenage years. Seems like it was just yesterday. Really does. Time sure rushed by. Now its all very serious. Too serious, maybe? Azngeeks getting a new deck.. or two? I think its two. Good luck to him in trying to recapture the magic of years gone by. Ive got a test to study for. Im off.
PS- the coup in thailand… wow eh? keep hoping for the best.

Have a swt day.
pSyCh

Posted by azngeek at September 24th, 2006

So readers. The azngeek is on holiday right now. Thankfuly so. Life till this point has been all absorbing. Busy. Hectic. And there was some fun along the way. Would have posted something yesterday. But then again the azngeek has run out of inspiration. Writing on the azngeek. A chore. Motivation? Gone. Effort? No longer. So yes. From now on, the azngeek will no longer be posting.

Just joking! Haha. Well some of it anyways. The not posting part anymore was a joke. Duh. Obviously. The other parts. Well I’d discriminate against what’s been written and take everything with a bit of scepticism. So what can I post about today. I had thought about a topic prior to this attempt, but everything seems to have been lost in transition. To compensate for my incompetence I figured why not a poem. Haven’t written in what feels like a life time. So here goes :

River

Like salmon swimming against the currents,
of the tears that gush from
idiocy and fallacious hopes.

A fight against pandemonic torrents,
Creator and The End,
it tips a balance of thoughts,
into a void.

An anchor of regrets,
it hits the cold dullness.

The separation, the distance,
between an unbreaking resolution,
and a lost of cause,
swallowed, by the disturbed debris.

On the river bank,
the foundation weakened,
the sown seeds,
enslaved to a predestined failure.

Left surrounded in darkness,
of an unfertile soil,
wallow in violence of a loneliness,
a hollocaust of emotions.

The seeds,
invisible to the eye,
intagible to the touch,
Lost.

So there you have it people. A possible emo poem. Depending on the interpretation. But yes. That is very much my post.

Random Quote :

” I’m hungry but I can’t eat,
I’m tired and I can’t sleep.
I’m busy but can’t work,
I’m trying to be me but it hurts….”

-Sneakerpimps-

I think I feel like this sometimes. rofl. Azngeek out.

Posted by psych at September 20th, 2006

just a random memory from my primary school. first year of school and it was the second week of classes i think. time for PE. looked around and noticed a malay muslim girl pulling her headscarf off. what i saw next sent shockwaves through my innocent brain.

HAIR!!

I really didnt know they had hair under there. I shouldve known but I didnt. Yea whatever sue me. WHO WOULDA THUNK THAT UNDER THOSE TUDUNG WERE ACTUAL HAIR STRANDS? It always seemed part of their head and I had never ever seen one put on/taken off before.

Oh, yea, another thing. We went back to the basics in math today. Iterative processes. Dunno why. Dont really care. Lect asked a guy to draw a food chain. He went to the board and scribbled something that looked like this. Seriously.

Yea we all just love her. By now she must know how seriously people take her.

She tried making the best out of the situation. Made a few changes before too many people noticed. I likem pretty colorz!

Oh yea. I just won my first war in just over a year since I started Utopia again this age. Muahaha. Looks like I still have it. Or not.

Ciaoz readers.

pSyCh

Posted by azngeek at September 17th, 2006

Friday. I went to my first birthday party involving someone not related, for the year. The second party I’ve been invited to. But the first one I’ve actually decided to grace my presence with. So it was an after-school thing. Movie. At IMAX. Gold class. What is gold class about? It’s just these 50 ringgit seats. To watch a 1 and a half hour movie. Don’t look at me. First time going to gold class. It’s sort of like the equivalent to first class on the plane. The difference is. You aren’t moving from A to B. And you aren’t on the plane. Getting back on topic. So it was after school. At 4:45 the movie was at. Nacho Libre.

School finished at 3:00, so the very manly asian geek was at the gym for about an hour plus. And then after the gym. He gets a call for directions to the said place. As he is talking on the phone, walking straight ahead, some big-fat-ugly-maori-bitch who probably weighs 100000000000000000 times more than me, shoves her disgusting urine reaking sweat infested fucked up body mass into me. And goes, “Bitch, watch where you are going” I was abit dumbfucked then. I glared at her. I was about to slug her so fucking hard, that she’d be wishing she’d not cross paths with this asian boy descended from the great Bruce Lee himself (that’s a lie, the Bruce Lee part. But not the wishing she’d not messed with me part)

I was fuming. I was angry. My pride. It was hurt. And plus, she was with another 2 big fat ugly maori girls. I didn’t want to get into a fight with 3 she-men. I was outnumbered. Though I probably could’ve taken 2 down with 2 shots. The other would have just handed my ass. (Me = high score for punches at the arcade. 9140/9999. Useless information you probably didn’t need to know) Who were also at least twice my size. Side ways that is. And a bit taller than me *wince*. Maori woman look like this by the way. (Here’s the actual link. Note: Potrait of Maori Woman. It isn’t actually a man.) Looks more like a man to me. It’s hard to tell sometimes when it comes to Maoris.

So instead of throwing a punch. I thought I should be cheeky. I replied calmly. “I’m sorry SIR. I’m sorry I walked into you SIR”

Hohoho. That’s right. The bitch was fuming. And I was running like a rabid-dog-jacked-on-steroids-chasing-a-gay-postman. Yes. I was afraid. Afraid for my life. Who was I kidding. If they sat on me. I’d have lost my life. And by way of me taking a piss, I’d have an amazing experience to tell my children. My grandchildren. (If they didn’t kill me of course) And of course a great story for the azngeek readers. I sprinted. It didn’t help that I had a 7 kg bag on me, but I sprinted down the main road, and those fat bitches were eating my fucking asian dust. Yussss. Dumb fucked up bitches. I hope they choke. I hope while they have unholy-very-very-wrong-disgusting sex with there mates, they discover that they have AIDS and other sexual diseases. Siffilis? Is that how you spell it. I’m not that well acquainted with sexual diseases…. I hope they get run over by a motorcycle, then a car, then an ambulance that has a brake malfunction. And then they are rushed to the hospital. And as they enter the emergency ward, there’s a huge power failure. In the whole of Auckland. And they die. Die.DIE.DIE.DOT.COM. And then everyone lives happily ever after. Kthxbye.

Signing off. Azngeek.

PS: I actually didn’t say sorry sir. I just stared at them as though I was about to shove my hands into their chest and rip their hearts out. But things wouldn’t have been nearly as interesting. I still think they are absolute bitches. And think they should die a horrible long and gruesome death.

Aren’t I nice?

Posted by sunon88 at September 17th, 2006

A poem i enjoy reading. Hope you guys like it as well.
“Serenade”
by: Edgar Allen Poe

So sweet the hour, so calm the time,
I feel it more than half a crime,
When Nature sleeps and stars are mute,
To mar the silence ev’n with lute.
At rest on ocean’s brilliant dyes
An image of Elysium lies:
Seven Pleiades entranced in Heaven,
Form in the deep another seven:
Endymion nodding from above
Sees in the sea a second love.
Within the valleys dim and brown,
And on the spectral mountain’s crown,
The wearied light is dying down,
And earth, and stars, and sea, and sky
Are redolent of sleep, as I
Am redolent of thee and thine
Enthralling love, my Adeline.
But list, O list,- so soft and low
Thy lover’s voice tonight shall flow,
That, scarce awake, thy soul shall deem
My words the music of a dream.
Thus, while no single sound too rude
Upon thy slumber shall intrude,
Our thoughts, our souls- O God above!
In every deed shall mingle, love.

Rambo

Posted by psych at September 15th, 2006

flu..

that darn word.

Sigh. Guess its all that crap I’ve been eating. Or some asshole on the train who didn’t know any better sneezed/coughed on me. Either way, whats done is done, I just have to be patient now and hope its not some rare strain *cough*birdflu*couch*

Nah… the chances of that happening is what.. 1 in 100 million? Sounds about right.

The doctor took his time molesting my chest with his steel tool. Again and again. He kept rubbing it. Hard. Then soft. Then hard again. Well he didnt alternate hard and soft. But he really did keep it on my chest for a long time. Made me breathe in around 18 times. I thought 4 is the maximum doctors were supposed to go?

Anyways its official cos its from the doctor(I knew I was sick the moment I started feeling like crap). Im sick. My throats annoying me so much i feel like pouring acid down it just to make the feeling go away. My nose is incontinent. My head’s better tho. Headaches are gone. I think thats cos of the meds but I’m thankful nonetheless. Skipped last three periods yesterday. Took my chem quiz during 3rd period instead of 6th. I love my chem teacher. I really do. I’m sure that bitch of a woman teaching me math would made some stupid excuse about protocol or regulations or something equally lame.

THE MOST IMPORTANT PART OF THIS POST

Browsing music forums and fans of this guy were so persistent that I just had to listen to his music to see what the big deal was about. A short clip from one of his songs coming up. I think its short enough not to make you wait more than 3 minutes to dload. I like it. Kinda Damien Ricey but without the accent and hes way better imo =) Unfortunately his albums arent available anywhere out of the US (thats the downside to liking indie artists cos they dont have the cash to promote internationally. I dont see why he and other indie artists who are actually talented have to slog so hard and people like Ashlee Simpson who are honestly not talented but have rich parents/sisters get to go international automatically wihtout even trying. Her voice aint nothing to brag about either. And its not just Ashlee, but shes pretty bad. I was an Ashlee fan once(when i was young and naive). Her songs are catchy stuff but after a while we all see her for what she really is… something im not gonna mention here. I’m not even gonna begin to talk about that damn Paris Hilton.

Sacha Sacket. Indie artist

Nice song. Enjoy.
Sacha Sacket - The Prodigal

Posted by psych at September 14th, 2006

First things first, on the train with this guy (Aaron) who I’ve known since about 6 years ago, and who seems perfectly reasonabally average. I sat down on an empty seat after a half hour of standing. I asked myself out loud why I waited so long to grab the seat. He said nonchalantly,

“You waited until that hot guy’s ass was off the seat”

“Waddafuck?”

“Er, nononono”

“Wtf did you just say man? OMG I KNEW IT!”

“No, I meant, You waited till that guy’s hot ass was off the seat”

I just looked straight at him at this point. Waiting for him to realize that he messed up again.

…

…

…

…

Nothing.

Then..

“NONONONO. Nonono. WARM ASS! WARM ASS!”

Er warm ass? Still sounds kinky to me, eh?

It’s too late anyway dude. Your subconscious knows things.. Scary things…

But I knew it from day 1. And I’m fine with it. I’m a good friend. Go Aaron, and spread your homosexuality on the streets of your gay world! May your gay wings spread and surround the world with gayness. May the guy and his hot ass fill your days with ecstacy.

Mmm. That took longer than expected. The only reason I did it was cos he asked me not to. Those of you who know more than 1 Aaron from Klang. Think small.

Nah no offense. Hes not gay (YES HE IS!) He is as straight as a (GAY GUY!) regular straight guy (GAYGAYGAY)

Ahh damn making fun just got unfun.-_- Got a quiz in the morning.

And, I wish gay peeps the best. There should be more gay people in the world. I mean, look at Elton, and er…. er….. er….. er….. er….. er…… Freddie Mercury… and er.. er.. I seriously cant think of any more.. Which is weird… Im sure I know more than that… Oh thats right and Tom Cruise.

May your partners give you all the Brokeback(ouch) lovin youll ever need.

Me Gonna Sleep.

PS- AZNGEEK YOU R TEH PIMP. TEH MONYET IZ TEH L33T.
Nitez all.

pSyCh

Posted by azngeek at September 10th, 2006

A fat mofo middle aged who sits in front of his computer all day and watches porn. Actaully not quite. Except for the fat part, and being on the computer. And the porn. No fuck the porn. I don’t need it. My imaginary girlfriend gives it to me good. Or not. (not to the porn and the imaginary girlfriend, though I wish I had one, YOU WOULDN’T DENY ME OF AN IMAGINARY ONE WOULD YOU GOD? I MEAN, I CAN’T HAVE A REAL ONE…SOOOOOO HOW ABOUT AN IMAGINARY ONE?)… yea, I hear you, I’m not good enough. It’s always the same story. *wince* And you wonder what goes through the azngeek’s head constantly, don’t you….

Anyways, yea home baked cookies. I love home baked cookies. Especially when they are so god damn gluttinously good. There’s two stages when it comes to cookie eating.

BC (Before Cookie)
And then you have
AC (After Cookie)
Yeap guys. the two stages. BC and AC.  Well if you guys are wondering how the azngeek looks like. It’s very much 24/7 AC. All those tasty home baked cookies are all mine! That’s right bitches. All mine. Mineeee. Yayyyy. I think i’ll die when I’m 25 of a clogged arteri, or other heart complications. Meh. Yea. I’m fat. Really fat. But fat people are cool. Fat people were fat, before phat was phat. So fuck off. And step off.

Time for more AC.

Azngeek

Posted by psych at September 10th, 2006

We watched a video in my English class. To Kill A Mockingbird. We’re studying the book. Its a really old movie based on the… wait for it…… wait for it….. the book. -_-

Anyway, like I was saying it is really really old but still managed to evoke something in me. Like a tiny prick you get on your finger when you use one of those blood testing thingys. It was almost unnoticable.. but you know there is a hole in your finger (cos duh theres blood coming out). In this case I knew that the movie affected me in some way no matter how small. We… all know the story right? Right….?

Scout Finch = Whiny, Annoying Little .. Runt = Narrator+Main Charactor = Daughter of Atticus Finch
Atticus Finch = Lawyer Guy
Lawyer defends black man
Black man accused of raping white girl
White girl is a wreck and can’t get story straight
It’s obvious that black man = innocent man
Black man is found guilty
Black man dies
More stuff happens.

Thats the gist of it. Its pretty much mostly just a book where you can transport yourself back to the south in America way back then. Its … how a girl grows up and realizes the (ugly) truth about alot of people. It places importance in the innocence of children. Blah… blah. Just try and read it if you get the chance. It might not have the appeal of Harry Potter(why is that the king of comparisons nowadays? Damn you Rowling) but the issues are real and interesting enough to keep you reading.

I’m wondering why I typed that out. I think its cos its good stuff.
Really?
Yea, I guess.. I mean its interesting and poignant to todays society.
C’mon man, dont feed me and them that crap. Its plain ol’ filler and you know it.
Darn you. Don’t tell me what I should or shouldn’t type.
Hey, man.. I’m just trying to help.
Well, you’re really not helping. I’m actually thinking of getting rid of it now.
Then do it. What’s holding you back?
Shut up. I need to think.
No. You need a shrink.
………
………
Are you still there?
…….. Yea.
Damn. What are you?
I am you. I am me. I am us.
So… you’re in my head?
Only if you think I am.
So if I think you’re not.. then..
Yes, then I’m not.
But, even then.. you’ll be there…..
………………….

o0. Getting on with the post. Was chatting with a nice girl some time ago who almost just broke up with her boyfriend. She says her girlfriends don’t have time to talk to her. That struck me as weird. Girls always huddle around the brokenhearted one, right? It seemed like an unwirtten contract in my mind that girls all follow without question. Even guys do it. =) Her friends didnt really like him anyway so maybe thats the exception. So I was being a good friend and just talking things out with her. This meant mostly agreeing with alot of things that she said. So anyway, the breakdown of what she ranted about: (btw i got her permission to blog about this as long as i dont mention anything else about her so dont think im a horrible person to confide in =)

Guys are heartless
Loved him so so much
Feels like sleeping and not waking up cos this is like her worst nightmare come true
Yearns to embrace him all the time
Feels like begging him to come back and wants to threaten him with her safety etc.
Wants to bury her head in some of those soft toy thingys he gave her and just imagine that it didnt happen.
Wants to smell his cap which she still has and says smells of his hair gel. (fetish? haha.)
Doesnt feel like doing anything anymore. (Locked herself in her room and has been crying for a few hours at this point)

Sigh no? Dumb guy. Shes a great (hot hot hot) girl. He must be gay. Or just a dumbass. Or a gay dumbass. Or an asexual weirdo. Or just a weirdo. Or a gay weirdo. Or just plain asexual. Shes still kinda not over him at the moment but shes getting on fine.

She reminded me of me.. but her case was a little more extreme. I remember the smelling thing very well tho. Mmmm. Anyway, it was nice, comforting her and just making her feel good about herself. Like self-therapy but with benefits =) I am such a good friend. One of the best. I didnt have any other motives. I was just there and she was just needy.(not needy as in annoying needy. Just needy)

Had a weekload of tests. Averaged a 77 in chemistry for my mid term. I hate smartasses who get over 80. I Hate. No I dont really hate. I Envy =)
Chem test went well as could be expected. My calculator died halfway and I wasted 5 minutes waiting for the lect to get hers. Such a sweet lady. Cant complain tho. Coulda been worse. Not really but it could have. Unlucky bastard I am. That reminds me..

Watched an old edu video during chem explaining equilibrium and I Can Swear That It Was A Sexually Suggestive Vid. There was the parts with the iodine and hydrogen atoms banging each other again and again and again and again and again. Over and over and over. Then there was the “dancefloor” analogy which was.. er… I2 molecules are girl moleculess and H2 are boy molecules. When I2 and H2 bang, HI is formed. But HI also “breaks up”(get it?) and becomes H2 and I2 again. Then when there are too many boys, they will “surround” the girl [illustrated in the vid by showing the “girl” in the middle of a ring of “boys”. They then rub against each other and PooF, HI is formed again. You have to see it to believe it. =) that was one fun class. Even the innocent girls at the front got the reference so it goes to show, you dont have to be a perv(which im not) to read between the lines. Its that or they arent so innocent after all.

Almost died on the way to watch Little Man. Friend driving the car realized his side mirrors was out of focus halfway there and later had to swerve to avoid banging headfirst into a lorry coming around the corner cos he was on the wrong side of the friggin road cos he thought it was a one-way. (it was seriously close im not exaggerating)
Hmm. All in all a pretty good trip. Cant blame him for reckless driving tho. Always Blame The Lorries. Always. Even if you’re in the wrong. Its either the lorries of the Motorcyclists. Or Jews. Or Muslims. Or Americans. Or Extremists. Or The Government. Or Drugs. Or Parents. Or Pre-Marital Sex.

Watched Little Man…. It kinda bombed in my mind but thats just cos I thought white chicks was hilarious. There were great moments tho. Like the bouncy part(s). You’ll know what I mean if you watch(ed) it. Where’s my Scary Movie 5 muthaf*****z??! Wheres my Anna Faris?@!?

Have a nice weekend guys. I know I will.

Cyaz.

pSyCh

Posted by azngeek at September 9th, 2006

You know what really grinds my gears people? Well apart from my younger sister who refuses to take advice and constantly rebutts with the same old line. “Why would you care anyways, You never cared!” when she stupidly doesn’t know that I know about things, about the stupid acts and doings that would put her in absolute shit with the parents, and have kept it to myself for I see no good that can come from it letting it out in the open. Yea. But fuck it, ok, I’ve had it. Time after time. I think she’ll just have to learn from her mistakes as grave as they may become. I can’t give a rats ass. I probably shouldn’t digress from the actual rant though, heh.

So yes, what am I to rant about eh? Well, if god should smite people, he should seriously consider smiting teenage girls who eat so impossibly slow and waste at least half their food that they order. Like, come on, think about all the starving kids in Ethiopia. And what really gets me is when these lala-bitches (they are most probably strong “advocates” for charity, (good for popularity contests) for god knows what reasons, they can’t even take care of themselves properly) lecture you on their values and how they are so fucking right in their ways. It really gets me worked up. Fuck you. I don’t need to listen to you fucking whine. I don’t give a shit. No one gives a shit. I don’t give a flying rats ass that you think you are the shit.

So, they eat impossibly slow, in my asian case, the asian girls eat 10 grains of rice and chew 200000000+1 times, and then they only eat fucking half or a quarter of what they order, and they take blimming 10000 times longer than everyone else at the table, and they don’t even blink. They don’t even show any remorse. No form of humility, and self respect. These fucktards should be jailed, and be forced to eat shit as a rehabilitation program so when they come out, at least they’ll appreciate food and not waste it, and will eat at a reasonable speed.

Steps to recovery

1. Admitting you have a problem
2. Seeking support and help from family and friends
3. Growing a brain
4. If all else fails, kill yourself, because the world needs less morons like you

I’ve had an angry depressing weekend, so shut the fuck up if you have a problem with what I say and start whining about it without anything constructive to say. If you want to argue a point, by all means but I will tolerate no bullshit. I don’t need it. If you find the uncontrollable need go fuck yourself, or go watch your aged wrinkly people porn, and then take deep breaths, and then come back.

Random Quote: “What is FTW? Is it WTF backwards?” -Stupid Ignorant Person- 

NOTE: FTW is for teh win. WTF is what the fuck for any other ignoramuses out there (a new word, ignoramuses -> ignorant person)
Azngeek.

Posted by azngeek at September 9th, 2006

Lifehouse - Good Enough Lyrics

It seems the more we talk
The less I have to say
Let’s put our differences aside
I wanted to make you proud

But I just got in your way
I found a place where I can hide
Now everything is changing
But I still feel the same

We’re running out of time
What do I have to do
To try to make you see
That this is who I am
And its all that I can be

I tried to find myself
Looking inside your eyes
You were all that I was meant to be
There must be something else

Behind all the lies
That you have lead me to believe
Now everyone is saying
That I should find a way
To leave it all behind

What do I have to do
To try to make you see
That this is who I am
And its all that I can be

What do I have to do
To try to make you see
Trying to be like you
isn’t good enough for me

I wont let you go
I wont let you down
I wont give you up

don’t you give up on me now
What do I have to do
To try to make you see
That this is who I am
And its all that I can be

What do I have to do
To try to make you see
Trying to be like you
isn’t good enough for me
What do I have to do
To try to make you see

I don’t usually post up lyrics as you would have noticed, but this one just hit the spot. Music is relating. And here I relate. Go get the song, I’ll buy a copy of this song, because I just urghhh, words escape me. I’m not sure whether it’s out yet officially, but I heard it on The Wild soundtrack. Don’t give me your judgemental stares readers. It’s an absofucking-mind-numbing song.
Azngeek