The AznGeek

Posted by psych at March 27th, 2007

Hmm.. Boredom setting in. Quiz tomorrow. Presentation tomorrow. Someone still hasnt sent me her slide yet… Good day so far IMO.

Confused about the title? Its an exclamation. Equivalent to Omigosh or DANG! in a good way. Wah Lau’s also interchangeable.
Digi had this thingy in Asia Cafe where girls (hmm not skimpy tho) went around asking people to scream into these weirdly-phallic mics for mousepads which one would usually be able to get free at conventions. But heck its free and looked cool so I went for it.

The girl (trying to help) mentioned the weirdest thing to get you pumped up.

“Imagine this hot girl coming up to you in a Porsche and wants to take you out. What do you say?”

“Er… haha.” *Silence*

Don’t know the whole point of the event. No specific service promotion.. Just Shout FuYoh and get mousepads. Weird no? Ahh the complicated world of business. At least I got this-

It did look so much more cooler in her hands and that shiny plastic. Damn. Still.. Free tongue. Feels like one too. Abrasive.

Yea.. All worth it.

Oh, PS- Unsporting people I have lunch with: you leaving me alone to fend for myself against the girl’s unwavering determination to make me say those words was not appreciated

pSyCh

Posted by azngeek at March 22nd, 2007

Two completely unrelated matters. But I figured I should post. Just because. A. I can’t figure how to do something on R. Some stupid programming loop thingy. I understand the fucking concept behind it. But I do not know how to do some programming about it. And B. Because I thought I’d take a break.

Well. Getting back on track. You know what they always say. You can’t die a happy man until you’ve met an Olga. And guess what. I did just that. I met an Olga. Mmm. Olga. So what kind of connotations,perceptions and feelings does that name invoke?

Well for some it would be immense fear. Olga. Hilda. Attila. Names like that. They scare men. Attila the Hun? She slaughtered in the gazillions. Artistically might I add, balls hanging from ceilings or long long long poles. Heads shrunk and kept as good luck charms. Mmm and hands and arms and limbs sewn onto warriors as to make them more capable and versatile in battle. I’m not sure of any of that. But that’s what her name brings to mind. And well the name Olga? All I can imagine when someone tells me about an Olga is a big burly northern-southern-ish viking woman that can hit sound-barrier breaking octaves and did I mention a big axe? Olga’s should always have big axes. Much like Thor from the Norse Mythology. Heck if you people know about Thor the superpowered urm god. Redundant. But yea. Anything to do with Marvel usually requires the word superpower. I’d always have imagined an Olga to look like

People. Meet Olga.

Work it baby. Show us that ass. Work it. Yea baby.

This would be how I’d imagine an Olga to look like. Muskulated-big-burly-blonde-woman.

“I’z give you a massage ya?” And she’d say that. A lot. As well. That’s how I’d have imagined an Olga.

But you know what. It was a let down. The Olga that I met was actually boring. Looked like the typical teenage blonde white girl that tried to hard to keep extremely thin. Mmm. But yea. Quite an attractive lass. But that’s boring I guess, considering what a colorful name Olga is. Would you name your kid Olga? MMm. I can see it now. Olga-sex. Disgusting. Shocking.: o

Moving on to more ramblings. Why the mention of mits you ask. Firstly because we are heading into Autumn down under. It’s getting cold. And I wanted to pose one question to the fleeting readers.

If moobs are man boobs. Would that make mits, man tits?

It has been bothering me for a while. So. Mmm. Got mits anyone?

Peace out.

Azngeek

Posted by psych at March 20th, 2007

Guess everyone’s busy.

Me? I’ve just been forcing myself to get used to the 6am-1pm schedule forced upon me by some power which just won’t give in to endless pleading and begging. Or maybe it does. It beats slogging until 4pm. Stupid, stupid schedule last semester.

Erm, I may be a little late here, but I like Avril’s new song. Girlfriend. If you haven’t heard it, (its been on MTV and the radio god knows how many times, and I don’t even tune in that often) and you’re curious, check it out on Youtube.com.
It’s genius, pure genius, I tell ya.  Its like the song and video that wanted to be made. It’s a fighter. A champion. Worthy of godly praise. It isnt for everyone tho. … Yea I hated it the first time I heard it. Thought it was beyond childish, impudent and all those other words people use to describe immature things.. Oh yeah, Beyond Immature. Ahh.. but the catchiness will soon win you over (like that damn Paddle Pop song?).

I have nothing else to blog about AFAIK. Not sure I’m digging deep enough. Anyway this is a short one, don’t want the page to be un-updated. People would think 4 people from the site died simultaneously. So as far as I am concerned, Not Dead. Don’t know bout the rest tho.

I effin love this pic. From way back when. When people I know.. Ehhem.. weren’t nice about her. When people called her unthinkable things. Ahh.. my angel. Still love her. Although she got hitched… Thats fine, as long as she doesn’t have babies with that dude. == Soon anyway.
Anyway for the sake of it, the guy in the vids supposed to be effin hottest model in the world according to reliable sources who should know who they(you) are. So thats for anyone who’s into that. IMO thats like saying one model is hotter than another. Don’t they all pretty much have the same amount of hotness? Cept for those weird ones with the freaky more-than-usually-thin disease. *piglike chuckles* Tats all folks.

pSyCh

Posted by psych at March 12th, 2007

Wow. Meredith died. And came back to life. Because a black guy pushed her into water. Season finale. Not bad. We all knew she was going to make it, yet her amusing “was it real or just her imagination” conversation with those dead people served its purpose.

Yea, I love BT. After all who wants to watch old stuff on tv.

Anyway, I’ve been contemplating how I fit into this world. I’ve always imagined it as a gigantic jigsaw with every person fitting in to make it complete. That’s either a naive, ignorant or innocent look at the whole thing. Recently, I realize that some pieces make up a bigger part of the jigsaw than others. Breakdown:

1-Beggar on the street who buys booze with the money he guilts people into giving him.

He makes up a small part of it. So insignificant. Yet, still significant enough that without him, you’ll notice the hole in the puzzle. Beggars buy alot of booze -> Income for booze companies. Nah, I jest, they are aesthetically unpleasing but an integral part of society. For some reason or other.
2-You, me, everyday people (probably, I know some of you ppl have huge world-changing dreams but let’s face it the chances of you reinventing the light bulb is extremely slim. But kudos if you actually do it. Send me some cash when it happens)

We make up a bigger part: students, working class people, building a brighter tomorrow for our children in any tiny way we can. Of course the impact we make is almost nonexistent. People won’t learn your name or contribution in schools or from their parents.

You’re just a blip on the radar. But without you, countries wouldn’t run properly. The world would be chaotic. So, still important. Imo this also includes famous people like music, movies or sports people. They’re important, but not that important.
3-The huge pieces.

These are the people who make things happen on a bigger scale. Make people think about things. Create new things for man. There are alot of them. We know most of them. They range from inventors to authors to directors to activists to etc.etc.etc.

I mean, how did these people grow up to be who they are?

Aung San (Frickin house arrest. Amazing woman.),

Edison (Light. But read something about a Canadian being the first bulb inventor. Doesn’t really matter now does it?),

Martin Luther (Black power, yeah!),

Gandhi (The image of his bare chestedness is probably imprinted in minds worldwide)
even Mr. Lee (Gay cowboys, whoda thunk it?) and lets not forget authors like Hemmingway (I freagin loved old man and the sea).

People who bring new things, ideas, change, discussion, debate. All that sometimes boring good stuff.

Yea, I wanna be one of them, but no amount of contemplation or planning can get me there. I just don’t see it.

Unless for some reason (if my education goals don’t see any unforeseeable changes) I, a pharmacist, brings full on democracy to N Korea, Vietnam and
China in a cool twist of fate.

Or my invention heralds the end of AIDS and the eventual rise of Africa.

Can it happen? Can you change the world? I want to. But growing up in a Malaysian society probably means the same expectations for you (and me).

Get a good job, make money, get married, grandkids (sounds very chinese-ey). Well, that was stereotypical wasn’t it? Awesome. We aren’t exactly forced or asked to make a big difference in the world are we? Let’s just leave that to non-Malaysians.

We just gotta make sure Malaysia becomes developed by the year 2020. Yep, my personal dream come true. God that sounded spiteful. Which it wasn’t intended to be. It’s been a pleasure ranting.

Don’t expect an update from me anytime soon. Thank god there’s like 2 new ppl here. =p .. I’m counting my chickens. Lets hope they’re not too lazy.
On an uninteresting note, I’m pretty set in my Uni choice. If Curtin somehow lets me in with a slightly lower average than 90%, I’ll inform them of the orgasmic feeling they made me feel. If not, theres always those other places =)

Posted by azngeek at March 10th, 2007

The black, it fades,
The cheap coloured lights,
They burn asunder,
On my stage,
I stand.

The black. It darkens.
The cheap coloured lights,
it fades,
they dim,
On my stage,
I stand.

Posted by psych at March 8th, 2007

hmm. is getting tagged a good thing? sweet. the awesomest, superbest, lengzhaiest person in the world, Averdim taggeth the people of this fair site. Hmm. Lets get to it. Psycheth awayeth.
Each player of this game starts out by giving 6 weird things about themselves. People who get tagged need to write in a blog of their own 6 weird things as well as state the rules clearly. In the end, you need to choose 5 people to be tagged and list their names. After you do that, leave them each a comment letting them know you tagged them and to read your blog!

1- My semi-dream for a long time is going bald. But I just know it aint gonna suit me. So i don’t do it. The only thing keeping my hair on my head atm is common sense.

2- Shower. Full force. Head underneath. Waterfall-y. Fifteen minutes. Warm. Almost underwater. Silence. All the time. Love it.

3- Used sis’s shiny nail stuff during my younger years. Don’t know why. I think it just looked good. This way way back when girls and boys were the same. Er.. yea. Almost.

4- Think I mentioned this countless times. Slightly masochistic. Candle wax. Hard massages. Many kinds of pain. But not all kinds of pain. Most kinds of pain.

5- Superly Loved that Cartoon Network cartoon about the lil red riding hood girl whos a witch. Japanese Anime-ish. Cant imagine how I spent time watching that. My god. Need Counseling. Anyone with the name can drop a comment here. Cant seem to find it. Still remember that squeaky dubbed voice tho.

6- If only my bedroom walls could talk.. You won’t learn much. Bedtime ritual (when im alone) includes pretty much trashing until i get into a good position. Almost always fetal.

Thy Azngeek is here. Been far too caught up with stuff. I believe I’ve just experienced a pseudo mental breakdown. Which was interesting. But yea. Enough about me in general. The weird and funky shit about azngeek cometh with great fury.

1. I talk to things I think people usually don’t talk to when no ones looking. I talk to insects, animals and sometimes inanimate objects. Like. Heart to hearts. Which is weird. More with animals than anything else. They don’t talk back. They listen. And at a deeper mental state, I feel that they understand the sentiment behind the talks. I don’t know. Maybe I need a shrink. I have no idea. Maybe that’s why I like animals.

2. For once in my life. Or maybe twice. But the first time was actually warranted. This one. Was more a random thing- I almost had a mental breakdown thingy on a main road. Don’t ask me why. Don’t comment on this. Or you get booted. Really. Don’t talk to me about it either. It’s just a weird fact. Period. I mean it. comments on weird fact number 2 NOT WELCOME. You are welcome to comment on the other stuff if you so choose to do so.

3. I love cartoons. I’d still prefer to watch teen titans over world news any day. I need my chill out time. And cartoons are awesome. They soothe me. Like how a cat purrs in your arms as you stroke it. Or a dog closes his or her eyes in your embrace as you hug him/her so tightly and they completely get you. There you go. Another animal reference. Just for the record. Not into that beastiality bull shit. I think it’s wrong on so many different levels.

4. Hohoho. Another very interesting weird thing. I was playing soccer. On Friday. Last Friday. 3rd time playing in maybe the last 10 years of my life. Was playing with lots of random people and some friends. And then the ball hits me down there. You know where. And I bend over. For the first few moments not in pain. But more as reaction. And I think to myself. “Holy shit. I’m not in pain. o.o” And I start to panic. All in those few seconds thinking “Oh shit. What if by me not “stimulating” that area by hand ever since I discovered what it actually was from some sick disgusting people at school, I’ve become somehow impotent and have therefore lost all sense of feeling down there.” Yea. Then I straighten up. And I immediately bend myself back over. And think. Oh god. It hurts. Oh dear god. It hurts. The pain. Fuck. Maybe impotency would have been the way to go. And I remain bent down for a few more seconds then through the pain I straighten up and run after the ball. Oh yea. When it hit me. You could see it in the faces of the rest of the guys. “Fuck, I’d hate to be him” and they were pretty much dumbfucked how I got back up to my feet so quick. But it hurts. It still does. Something to be thankful for?

4. I’m not an active violent person. I’m passively violent. I prefer more indirect methods to convey violence. I have no idea why. I have many issues. I believe so. Maybe that’s why I’m so interesting. Sort of.

5. I have been having panic attacks. I have no idea why. I’m thankful I’ve not been having night terrors though. I believe I used to have them. Where as a kid, even with my queen size bed, I’d fall off my bed. Roll off. As though I’ve been chased by something. My all time favorite night terror is the one where I’m at Tropicana Golf Club in PJ. A place I was quite familiar with as a child. By the pool. And everyones dead. Blood everywhere. And this figure comes from behind me. And I run. And I run. I wake up. And i’m off my bed. On the floor. Sweating profusely. Afraid. Scared like hell.

6. I sleep talk. In mandarin. A language I’m not even proficient in. And yea. I sleep talk in other languages as well. I just sleep talk. Weird.

Overall I think you can see I just have lots of issues

Tag? Damn so many ex- bloggers. Dunno how the shared Azngeek taggin works anyway. Where is Azngeek? Lazy dude. Tagging 3 ppl. With only one with a blog addy I have on hand =) Fresh reformat. Zero Bookmarks. Sry guys. No free publicity =p. I forget long names.

San

Mike

Sam

Ahh, and David if he’s still posting =)

pSyCh

Posted by Morpork at March 7th, 2007

Hi this is Morpork again. I have wanted to write something for Azngeek. I always get ideas that I thought would suit Azngeek. But the one thing I do too much is think. I second guess everything I do and have second thoughts about revealing anything. Very bad for posting stuff. Reading stuff. Being human.

So about the title. Guess what it stands for? You know? You’re playing one now? No, your computer is playing it for you now? Huh. All fine as long as it isn’t one of those sweatshops people seem to be running in certain parts of the world. Anyway, it stands for More Men Online Role Playing as Girls.

………… :>?

Posted by kaylen22 at March 2nd, 2007

First of all, you’re probably wondering why a chix would play Final Fantasy. Well, I’m a fan. Pretty crazy over that game actually. Well, that’s just an introduction to what I’m about to say.

To all Final Fantasy fans out there, I apologize for writing this critique. Due to my disappointed heart, I can’t help but to comment: Final Fantasy XII is by far the worst Final Fantasy series I’ve ever played. It bores me to death and for once I’m not motivated to finish the game. The story goes around in circle and the characters are like dull puppets. The music is also dull and not memorable. Whew… I thought Final Fantasy X-2 was pretty ugly, but Final Fantasy XII is just… disasterrific. After waiting for over two years for this b.l.o.o.d.y legendary game to come out, I finally can rate it 3/10. I personally hate the game. That game doesn’t deserve to be called Final Fantasy. It’s a Fantasy Finagler.

Apparently, the original creator of the game is ill and therefore unable to complete the making of this game. The composer, Nobuo Uematsu, as all the Final Fantasy Fans might know, did not take part in this project. That is what I heard anyway. Either he has retired or he’s on a holiday.

Positive review: The graphic and sound are amazing. The battle system is awesome and the designs are mostly alright. That is about all I can say about the positive part.