The AznGeek

Posted by kaylen22 at February 22nd, 2007

“Romance of the Eternal Star Saga” 

The title and AznGeek says it all… “romance”. First of all, I would like to remind you that title is NOT associated with Star Wars. I will give my deepest apologies for Star Wars fans. For some unknown reason, the word ‘Saga’ became associated with planets and galaxies. Eventually that word alone became a symbol for Star Wars. So tragic… so devastating. Oh well, lets relate this to Star Wars. The real meaning of the word Saga is ‘Adventure story’ or ‘Heroic Tale’. As weird as you may think, I think Saga sounds cool for a person’s name *grins*.

Alright, Saga is not the reason why I wrote this article. HOWEVER, however…  I want you to use the real meaning of “Saga” to interpret the meaning of the title. I thought ‘Romance of the Eternal Star Hero / Adventure Tale’ sounds like a bedtime story. Saga, indeed, sounds much more sophisticated… or am I the only one who thinks that? Oh heaven, getting sidetracked is my special talent.

This time I will explain it FOR REAL. My dream, my obsession, my secret desire, my wishes… let’s stop there.

“Romance of the Eternal Star Sage Saga” is the title of the book I’m writing. Due to my imperfection in terms of grammar and vocabulary… I am asking you whole-heartedly to review my work so far. I will accept any comments and suggestion from all of you. Now, now, I will accept the sentence “This line needs improvement” or “I think the character’s development is…”. However, please don’t make me cry by saying “This is the worst story I’ve ever read” or “you sux”. No matter how terrible you may think the story is, I always give my 100% when I’m writing them!

Please leave all your comments here! Thank you very much! Ah and special thanx for AznGeek for reviewing it, too!

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

P.S: I will explain why I chose those names for the characters later. 

Posted by azngeek at February 21st, 2007

Warm welcome to two new co-authors of azngeek.com

First up.

morpork - another fellow Malaysian. He has a way with words.
kaylen22 - she has a knack for romance. The typewriter queen.

A warm welcome to both of them imaginary readers!

Posted by azngeek at February 20th, 2007

First off. A very warm,hot,sweaty,sex-pumped Happy Chinese New Year. And a prosperous one of that. So what is Chinese New Year about? Family. Closeness. Relationships and relating. Reiterating contracts for fake-relationships, eg. Pretending to give a shit about people you don’t care about? Yea. All that jazz. Is that Chinese New Year?

Source: flatrock.org.nz

Well that picture. I believe it covers the bases of Chinese New Year. Pig(Both because pigs are pigs and a lot of chinese people and non chinese people I know of are pigs, and it’s the year of the pig. A DOUBLE WHAMMY. Aren’t you lucky there.). Relationship-ing with a chicken. But not in the spirit of b-e-a-s-t-i-a-l-i-t-y of course. Just refers to the fake or sometimes crappy relationships that people try to strengthen during Chinese New Year. Yes. That’s right. Just as superficial. Can’t escape the superficiality regardless. Which kinda does suck. But meh. That’s how things are. Have been for a long time. And the optimist in me wishes for it to not be so in the future. But then again I am not a very good optimist. So lets see how things unfold.
End of the day. Azngeek.com still wishes you a very happy and prosperous Chinese New Year.

On to the next issues. Beggars. Usually. The azngeek doesn’t give a crap about them. Why? Because he believes that they have limbs, muscles, and a functioning brain. Therefore, they do not deserve pity. That’ll worsen the situation. That promotes and gives them a reason to dwell along the streets as nothings. As shells. Of nothings. That’s why I don’t give out to pity.(See a sweeping statement. They are stupid) I don’t really care about what you people think of me. As a kid I used to love you know throwing coins into that hat, that can, that open guitar case, or in that lap. But things have changed. I’ve become. Well. A cynical bitch over the years.

I much rather donate my money to the SPCA directly (I hate indirect donations, have no fucking idea what kind of “cut” people take. For all we know it could be a 100% cut.) Or anti-whaling committees etc. But that’s just me.

About beggars. Well there was this one. Along Queen street playing the clarinet. Usually I’m immune to that kinda shit. But next to him lay two dogs. Next to him. Loyally. Keeping him company. And he had a worn cardboard sign, frayed at the edges. “Help feed an old man, and his dogs.” Kryptonite I tell you. I felt a pang in my chest. Deep. I walked away. And then the strangest thing happened. I turned back. And emptied out my coins in his hat laid in front of him. The two dogs, their eyes never left me as I did it.(Contradiction of self. Note to readers. Avoid sweeping statements when writing) It felt good. And then then everything just seemed less dark. Less shitty. The world felt better. Ironic. Kryptonite would never make superman feel good (sorry for the comic book reference). But readers, that made my day. A good deed. Not so much in the spirit of superficiality. Not so much even in the spirit of a new year. It just felt necessary.
Anyways people. That’s enough of a rant.

HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR. HAVE A GOOD ONE.

Peace out. Azngeek.

Posted by azngeek at February 9th, 2007

Leave a comment with your name, address, and if you are an extremely attractive single female, a phone number. (Social security number etc. as well to urm confirm your identity, and a pin number *kidding*) Or you could just leave your name. I’d prefer the former, but you choose:
1. I’ll respond with something random about you
2. I’ll challenge you to try something
3. I’ll pick a color that I associate with you
4. I’ll tell you something I like about you
5. I’ll tell you my first/clearest memory of you
6. I’ll tell you what animal you remind me of
7. I’ll ask you something I’ve always wanted to ask you

Someone made me do it!

Posted by azngeek at February 7th, 2007

Hay Guys. Post. Post time. Posty post post.

So. Things NOT to do - Lessons Learnt from 2006, another parody conjured up by yours truly. The geek. The azn. The one. The only. The Azngeek. Damn. Anticlimatic? Can I get a hell yeah? No? Too anticlimatic. Damn. Screw you too. (I’m crying myself to sleep now. That’ll make you sorry. Bastards.)So as I was saying. Parody, from me. Funny stuff, some fictional, and some not so fictional, but that’s besides the point. So here’s the lessons learnt from 2006.

Do not text your friend while he’s out with a girl “Hey man. I left my pants in your car.” It doesn’t bode well with the vibe. Fiction? Maybe. Okay fine. It happened. Had a mate. He borrowed a pair of my shorts to play rugby out in the fields out yonder. Because they came to my place before hand, he ended up borrowing a pair of my shorts.(The field was close to my place as well… went for a game of rugby) Mmm. But seriously. IT DOES NOT BODE WELL WITH THE VIBE.

On the bus. Or any public place for that matter. Please. Please for the love of god and all that’s dear, furry, fuzzy, and nipple twistingly pure. Do not. I repeat. Do not shame your descent by having conversations that go like this:

Asian: Trying to grow a goatee man?
European: Just haven’t shaved for a few days.
Asian: Fuck man. Shaving is a bloody special ocassion for me. I only shave once every few months.

The shame. The cringing. Please. Don’t. If you do. You really are an asshole. You asshole.

Getting “freaky” with it. Not cool. Never was. Grabbing your own crotch and well getting freaky. No no. No no no. I know. When I get my freak on. They cower. In fear. Good when playing an aggresive game like rugby. They all run. Run like little girls away. Away from you. Or they could just get you real bad in a tackle. And spit in your face and ask you to stay down. Whichever. Can’t remember. Damn concussion.

Good guys never get the girl? That’s so untrue. You are a loser. Guess what. Maybe I’m speaking from experience. Losers for the win?

Far out. I’m running out of things to rant about. Just try to guess which parts are fiction. Which aren’t. That would be interesting. Peace out. Azngeek.