The AznGeek

Posted by sunon88 at September 6th, 2006

Travis: leader and guide to the trip

Lesperance: A science dude that goes there for research

Eckels : Rich bastard that set foot on earth millions years before 2060

Note: eckels has been punched lots of times by travis. Lesperance pulled travis away but the grip loosen. Eckels manage to got up. And travis is charging towards eckels again.

As they started to exchange blows with each other, the time machine let out a high pitched howl.

The façade of the machine began to slowly shrink, the vibrant red, green and blue aurora fades, and soon only flashes of white light are only to be seen.

Just when they thought things couldn’t get any worse, the crust of the earth gave way to an all consuming fissure.Trees, soils, and creatures of various size and shape collapsed into the interspace which seemed like a black hole. Within minutes the water started to spurt out from the fissure filling the land. It was then they knew they had to make it to the time machine, fearing for their lives.

This should not have happened, we did not witness any of earth split nor water splashing out, explained Lesperance.

Sprinting on the scaffolding 6 feet above the ground, Travis’s anger which was sown previously had taken this fertilizing oppurtunity to grow. All he had on his mind was vengeance for not abiding to the rules of the dead. If only Eckels had shot T-rex instead of being a coward that ran. He thought. Why am I leading this imbecile. This was the worst scenario a leader could hope for.

By the time they reached the time machine, the earth had been swallowed by water. The scaffolding itself began to become somewhat translucent. Travis keyed the codes into the time machine. ‘Is-is-s-s the time machine working?’ questioned Eckels as he feared death. More precisely the lost of a life with the sea of luxuries and riches. Hell… he thought.

The sound of the time machines throttling was off. Everyone rushed into the time machine which seemed to be half of its original size, praying hard that they’d be seeing their loved ones again. As the time machine vibrated and shook much like when they first used it, Travis pushed Eckel’s to the ultimate uncertainty. Eckel’s fell face first out of the time machine. Lesperance did not question Travis. He understood. Both Lesperance and Travis took a deep breaths and exhaled a sigh of relief. Everything was coming to an end. 

Not the end that they hoped for.

A nauseous feeling overcame the two, and they were soon on the floor squirming in pain… and a dark curtain fell upon them.

Posted by psych at September 4th, 2006

haha. hey guys. just an update.

I can’t seem to fall asleep for more than 2 hours at the most. I’m sure this has never happened to me before. I get sleepy and fall asleep only to wake up about an hour later. Right before I wake up I kinda get the feeling like I was dreaming about something that I felt I needed/wanted to have but can’t or won’t (or maybe both) get. Its like its in my grasp but I just let it go at that last moment before I wake up. Right then I wake up feeling like crap. Feeling like I just let go of happiness or something like it. I dont even know what it is. It feels good though. Like the anti-everythingbadintheworld. Everything dissolves away and I’m not sure what I’m supposed to be missing. But I know I miss it a whole lot. Sigh, I like the feeling it gives me right before I wake up though. I think bliss might actually feel like that. Btw, people who think I’m talking methaphorically, think again. I’m seriously confused here. I remember the opposite happening before actually, i just got one of those really really cool toy dinosaurs for my [insert forgotten occasions name]. It was so awesome that I fell asleep with it in my hand. As I drifted off, I felt it slip out of my hands. Felt it almost like it wasnt my body and the toy just vanished into thin air. Its like my brain methodically switched of part after part of my body and my hand was the last thing it switched off.

Eww.. mind puke. All over there. Sorry guys, cant organize those thoughts into proper sentences that make more sense. I doubt even I would properly understand it if I reread it. Maybe I would. After all its my mindpuke =) Er anyways, yea Im trying not to resort to drugs to get me sleeping properly. Think its just a phase. And No. They Aint Sex Dreams Where I Wake Up “Prematurely”. Thats not it. Its more spiritualish i think.

Or if its about a person(might be. not sure) then my subconscious has a crush on someone and i dont know about it. damn.

And no, it wasnt hard recalling the dinosaur story. I was crazy about em back then (when dinosaurs were cool -_-) Test tomorrow. Fingers crossed that I can sleep without you know what.

PS-Been readin reports that Steve Irwin died today due to a stingray’s.. sting? lets just say attack.. while filming a docu. Was hoping it was some kind of hoax but it looks like its official. Ill miss the guy. Its sad cos kids like me who grew up watching him on tv really got so much out of it. I seriously learnt so much from him. Animal related things, of course. Atm, I prefer Corwin but this guy got me hooked early on. So, kids, watch reruns cos you aint getting any new ones. Heres to one of Australias best known treasures and the one and only Crocodile Hunter.(there really can be no other after all.)

–pSyCh–

Posted by azngeek at September 3rd, 2006

I was quite shaken up this morning. Was having a go driving around the neighborhood, for practice sake (I got  my license last year, but didn’t really drive much at all, lately been practicing) and yea, the usual stuff. Dad yelling for my crap driving skills, which was very much called for, and I definitely agree with him, and then yea, we just made round. After round. Turning off here and there, around the neigborhood. Much like a tiger on the prowl - two dodgey asian men driving around the neigborhood in a  - - - - - car.  Fill in the blanks .

So, everything was honky dory -> ( I love old people slang. Honky dory means alright apparently, I’m still yet to discover its mysterious origins) and then as I was driving along  - - - - - at 55 km/h, out comes this. A fucken’ chihuahua dog runs across the road, and I jam so hard on the breaks as though my life depended on this one sole moment. That this moment in time would define me as either a cold blooded murderer, or an unlucky guy with extremely god like reflexes. Whichever it was, I would never be the same again, would I?

Thank God, it was the latter. The dog was unscratched. And it ran back to the irresponsible fucked up asian masters who really should have kept it on a damn leash. My heart was pumping out of propotions, and it felt as though I’d been injected with an overdose of steroids. Every muscle in my body contracted as though I’d been in the longest marathon in the world, and blood pumped through my veins as though a dam had given way to the unforgiving cold waters of hell. I sat there, as I watched the chihuahua dog run back to its owners care free as hell, my pupils dilated with the fear of what if.

“Pull over the car.” my dad said with an obvious rage burning in his eyes. “Pull over the car.” he said again, and I did so mechanically, as though my soul had been torn away, every fine thread which held me together felt as though had just snapped. Just gave way. My dad opened the car door, and the horrendous smell of burnt rubber, a legacy of what almost happened wafted into the car, to remind me of the tragedy that almost took place.Then I notice the creamy white clouds floating in an undescribably taunting manner to the heavens.

Fuck, I thought to myself. Fuck… fuck… fuck… I almost took a life today, and the guilt brewed maliciously within…

The door opened again. My dad came in, and told me everything was alright. “They are in the wrong. A dog without a leash is a 500 dollar fine”

And then the cold hard thought hit me. Would it even matter, who was in the wrong?

Then he added. “I told them that they NEED to put their dog on the leash. And thank god we didnt’ run it over. I told them that if anything did happen, we’d both be sorry.”

I stared at him. And then we drove off. Leaving the fucked up irresponsible asian couple to think of what they’d done, and leaving me with the knowledge that I almost took a life.

Happy father’s day…

Azngeek

Posted by azngeek at September 2nd, 2006

When we have maths? I can see all the wtf expressions on your face right now non existent readers. Or I could be imagining it. I should stay of the dope when I do posts. Well, yes, who needs Paris, when you have maths? What would prompt this outrageous non-sensical claim by the Azngeek? What indeed…

Well for starters, the most magical thing happened ( it’s almost like when that purple dinosaur with that freakish voice teleports those poor unsuspecting kids to a magical place, where shit happens, and no one can hear you scream) actually not quite. But yes, yesterday was simply awe-numbingly-awe-some. I couldn’t have asked for a better day ever. Sure I had two exams yesterday, but who really gives a rats ass? Am I right? Yes I am. So, I had a maths paper yesterday, and so did the girl I have the biggest crush on. Everrrrrrrrrr!!!1111oneoneoneone to the infinity plus one! Had a jaw droppingly, nipple twisting (again wtf), amazing momentus! Not quite nipple twisting, but it jaw droppingly divine.

We talked. We talked about, maths! I soooo want to be the one to help her with maths. And I shall! I shall be the most help with maths, ever! I’ll love every possible second that I can spend with her. And yes, we had at least a 10 freagin minute (that’s like psych having 50 orgasms! AHHAHAHAH, we still love you psych!) conversation, where I believe I didn’t make a complete fool of myself. And I got her email at the end of the day. Another A++*** will trade again (check this up on trademe.co.nz, ahhah asians always say that if the trade is good, Aye Prus Prus, Star star! woot woot)

So fuck paris. We have maths. Though I believe she would love to go to Paris some day, she’s really the cultured person. Maybe I’ll be the one to go to Par-ee with the sophisticated beautifuly divine one. But I guess till then, we have maths. And we have me trying to learn up more on art. Art has a pivotal role in her life, and I want to be a part of that. Having mind-numbingly awesome conversations that are so deep and meaningful, every fucking macho man would shed big emo tears. Having jaw-droppingly divine moments of silence, where our eyes will be the link to our souls. *sigh* I’m becoming highly imbecilic lately. But I dont’ care. We have maths!

Posted by psych at September 2nd, 2006

I am lying in the open at dawn. Dew wet on my eyelashes. On the grass. In my mind. Clawing away at what I think might be the cause of my ignorance. My bitterness. Dreaming of emerging from the fog. The dense fog is on me. Suffocating me. Impaling me painlessly. Slowly, seeping into my being. Clouding my mind. Entering my soul.

Ahh.. refreshing thoughts emerge as i sippeth the l33test coffee on earth. It feels like I’m depriving myself somehow when I force myself to stay awake without actually planning on doing anything productive. I would study but I want to stay awake a little longer. It’s only 1.30 am anyways. No biggie. I’ve done much worse. Just thought I’d update this little space with stuff.

Had dinner at an obscure restaurant(roadside) in Subang with a few friends. All trying to hit on the only girl among us. Fun, healthy competition. Not really, more like, just bored people waiting for food. Anyways a average looking dude walked up to us and showed us a little something something in a cd holder/folder thingy. Me, being the good, law-abiding human being that I am motioned for the little fucker to move away whilst everyone else just ignored him. Contrary to popular belief, (my belief anyway) he didnt just go. He started advertising to me in Cantonese(since i was the only one paying attention i think). All I understood from it was a few ‘ho’s with a few thumbs ups and an annoying grin. Business not going so well? I guess with everyone but horny old men without computers getting everything they need straight online theyve run out of many potential customers. Idiots at the table were grinning. I told you we were bored. I said no thanks. He kept going. I did the next best thing. Maaf, tak nak. Still no reaction. Summing up what little I could, I sounded “Ngo mm oi” making it sound as TVBish as I could as not to confuse the idiot with a weird accent. Didnt know if it was correct or not but I was desperate. Cmon English AND Malay. I dont really get it in the first place. He could clearly see that I didnt understand a word he was saying yet kept bombarding me with what seemed like cheap, interesting, dvd covers. The dude didnt bat an eye, he started advertising in broken english. This caused some asses at the table to lol. “This very good quality, very expensive other place one. Very cheap here. Can buy alot for cheap.” The guy had a freaking sales pitch. For Freaking Pirated DVDS! What has the world come to? I think I saw a porno while he flipped a little. Argh, anything to get peoples attention. Guess what, he didnt even pretend to hear me. I think hes probably a deaf guy selling dvds to benefit his hearing-impaired society. Ok, that was unnecesarry. No disabled jokes. Even here =) Sorry ppl. I feel bad already. Just trying to reason his behaviour. So I did what I should have done earlier. I looked away. Started talking about random stuff with the guys at the table. All this time the guy was just standing there. 20 seconds later, he walked away. Now, I really dont get it. Previous DVD sale attempts on me were made with the exact same pattern.

• Walk up, show DVDs for 2 seconds.
• Wait for response.
• Stealthily walk to next table if not interested or if interested, stealthily get info and make transaction.

I actually thought there was some kind of code where you didnt stand longer than 5 seconds next to a table if you werent wanted. I guess there are anomalies in every group. Ima say a lil prayer for him (the black sheep of the pirated DVD industry).
Oh weirdo DVD dude, may you not bother me ever again. May you have no business for the next month and be forced to resort to better ways to earn a living. And may your balls itch insanely whenever you interrupt people with your porno, always, now and forever. Amen.

Im off to bed.

pSyCh

Posted by azngeek at September 1st, 2006

You know what really grinds my gears? People who use teen-speak. What is that you might be asking your incompetent selves right now? Simply put, when you see girls hugging and screaming and squealing and attempting communication verbally? That’s a form of teen speak! Let me illustrate:

Girl A : Aw, hey B.
Girl B : Aw, hey A *screams*
Girl A : You know what?
Girl B : What?
Girl A : Like you know like, when like that time like
*Girl B stares attentively as though she’s been told the meaning of life and nods at the same time -> Multi tasking!
Girl B : OMG -> Some of them actually say it like that, as in Oh Am Gee, go shove a stick up my ass right now. It would hurt far less.
Girl B : So like, ok like, yea, mmm like totally!
Girl A : Yeah, I know. Like yea!

That’s probably one of the more common teen speak of today. But let me point out how non-sexist and totally fair and subjective I am, thus me being a superior being ( *whispers* sometimes of course), that the above teen speak is adopted by guys as well. Another teen-speak that I would also like to illustrate is the usage, of bro/dude.

Guy A : Awe aye bro?
Guy B : Awe aye dude.
Guy A : Yea bro!
Guy B : Dudeeeee!
Guy A : Sweet bro!
Guy B : Shot!
Guy A : Cheer bro!
Guy B : Dudeeeeeeee

So here I think the point i’d really like to point out is how people can talk, and in the famous words of (quoting the radio station) Ireland’s favorite son, Ronan Keating, when you say nothing at all.

Azngeek

Posted by azngeek at September 1st, 2006

For a person, who’s supposed to have the slightest bit of intelligence, I find myself lacking. Damn. Anyways, here’s some poetry from the azngeek after what I thought would have been the end of my poetry career. Here’s something on the fly. Enjoy, and don’t steal it. Or i’ll kill you. I’ll rip your arms from its socket, and beat you to death with your own arms! Urm, soooo non-existent readers, and you guys probably would have noticed the lost of the I’m holier than thou attitude, I think i’ve lost it for the time being.

I seek…

I seek forgiveness, you are my redemption,
I seek strength, you are my will,
I seek affection, you are my love.

I seek the shattering of this soul,
for its ways set in stone,
will not do in this time and age.

Shatter to a million pieces,
let you the divine,
be the only one,
to piece it together,
to a perfection only you would know.

I seek forgivness, you are my redemption,
I seek strength, you are my will,
I seek affection,

You are, and will forever be my great love.