The AznGeek

Posted by azngeek at April 28th, 2007

I was tutoring someone a-level Physics on Friday. I only have one lecture on Friday. And I guess as well as it being a breather on Friday it makes me think the most as well. Things sink in on Friday. Just like the fact of how I walked away from uni alone. Walked to the library alone. Did some work alone. And sat down to have lunch alone after. Tragic. Yes. Reminds me of high school. After classes, during frees, I’d wonder, grab a bite to eat if I was hungry, sit myself down in the library to do some work, or hit the under-utilized school gym. All usually by myself. Not much has changed. Except I try to hang out with some high school buddies for sports once in a while. My sports buddies. But then again I run by myself more than hanging with the rest of them. (I’ve not run in a very long time. I blame it on the shitty weather, lack of motivation and the work load). Maybe I work better by myself. Maybe I’m a better me by myself. I have no idea. Do I enjoy being the solitaire man? It’s hard to say. I question that. Do I want things to change? What if there was not a tomorrow. Would regrets reek their ugly heads around the corner on death bed?

OMG. Aznsneak. My dual personality. What a mother fucker. How dare you make azngeek sound emo. *Stabs Aznsneak* *stab stab stab* *stab stab stab* One more for good measure! *stab stab stab*. As you can see. I have not much to write. I was trying to bring out an emotional teenage persona that has no writing ability whatsover. Pretty successful, don’t you think? Let the brain juices flow. No update apart from this dual personality thing.

I want to swim away,
but I don’t know how,
Thrown in the ocean,
Let it just rain. -Aznsneak

Peace out people. Azngeek.

Posted by rambo at April 28th, 2007

EDIT: Hay guys. Azngeek here. Just would like to extend a warm welcome to our member Ron. Who so happens to be related to me as well. Cool huh? He must be cool then. You know. I mean after all.He is a blood relation. You’d expect the same kind of azngeek nerdiness. Again warm welcome to our numero uno Ron (alias rambo) . Cinco cinco tres!!!

Hey everybody, *shout out* azngeek rocks! Don’t you think so. I’m a very minor member of azngeek (self proclaimed). Ron here *waves*.
I query my motives before starting to write here, Is this a support group or a place for me to rant?
But then again, i won’t be posting much, im a minor member anyway. I’m ron, dimwitted, arrogant, inconsiderate, and impair being waiting for someone, hopefully someone to fix me. Its got to be a she, gorgeous, smart, funny, doable, tolerable, gorgeous.

EDIT: He’s just being modest. And. Urm. Descriptive. Go go premodifications
Most importantly, that someone: you guessed it right! Like every typical male that someone has to be a female. Of course, like most of the members, I am ASIAN, a chinese asian.

Here are sample pictures of me.

Thats me with my newly bought hoodie.

Thats me in my room. Its messy.
Apology for the blur pictures. The camera for Nokia 6288 is not mean for portraits nor any other image taking purposes.

And Psych, I promise i’ll get to pictures of my room in a couple of days.

Thats all for now, cheers, Ron

Posted by Morpork at April 26th, 2007

Some time ago, I was playing Heroes of Might & Magic V and the Queen’s most important spell was mirror army. And Raise Dead. So now it got me to think, if you were a peasant drawn by a queen you couldn’t care less about to fight an army of demons (or other peasants who refuse to join up) and you have a rake rudely stuck in your abdomen(or spleen, as grunts seem to enjoy getting hit at and complain about it.) , you’d prefer to lie in the mud and enjoy your death throes but noooo, the Queen casts a spell so you’ll rise from your muddy resort to fight it out again. And again. And again. The catch is, the spell expires after the battle. So what would you, the peasant be thinking before the spell expires?

Terry Pratchett really captured my imagination somehow. Good undead who sleep in their own graves and are key witnesses to their own murders. Vampires who write emergency notes on themselves when venturing out into the sun that says “Help! I’ve crumbled and cannot get up. Please sweep me into this vial of animal blood. Thank you in advance.” Good undead.  Wouldn’t it be nice to brag about fighting for your country in front of your grave in the war memorial? Never seen good undead anywhere else. Wizards who find out how to become liches are invariably evil. It is like science only science is always made for good but used for evil. Makes you wonder if you’d want to study Necromancy for the benefit of mankind if they offered courses for it.

Posted by psych at April 24th, 2007

Feel so lost. You know the feeling when you want to read that awesome book that you’ve already read and you know is lying somewhere but put it off for so long that you can’t find it anymore? Frustration seems like the right path to follow. I can see the cover in my mind’s eye. But visualizing won’t make it appear. Ahh. Harry Potter: I cant wait for July to see you and your magical wand. Anyway I wanted to reread to to review it here. But it was so good I can recall most of it from memory (I read this about a year ago) All I could come up with was the name, “Man or Mouse” and thats only due to 15 minutes of searching and coming up with Steinbeck’s “Of Mice and Men”. Copied almost directly from amazon with my input input =] somewhere in.

- Reynard or Ren125733 is having an early-life crisis. He got dumped. He’s an actor. Tv ads i think.

-At night he is a virtual recluse with hours spent hunting female companionship on the World Wide Web. He decides he cant take any more rejection.

-He has a “virtual sex change” and becomes NuBiFem, the girl whose interests are “Online fun, offline frolics”. See? “New Bi Fem” Bi as in bisexual ler.

-Messages come flowing in. From both guys and girls. But this sole screen name, “RoxiNYC” She’s different. They both hit it off. She is also his makeup person in real life whom he has a huge crush on.

-Since they hit it off so great as lesbians, he asks his ex to become NuBiFem to continue the online chatting that fills up his soul with.. soulfood. Bad idea. They hit it off too. His ex now thinks she is bi/a lesbian. I recall them getting it on pretty early in the relationship. Prolly one of the funniest albeit expected part of the book.
And then the story goes on. Hilarious. I’m serious. It’s pretty goddamn funny. Slightly like chick lit for guys altho girls should love it as much. Notwithstanding, if you dont take into account actual book genres, I would say its a cross between teen humour (its basically about sex. so not just teens eh? you dirty adult buggers), lesbian lit, and Adrian Mole. =)
The story includes people who know hes faking it online and are watching him in real life. Weird eh? Thats all. Crazy week ahead.

pSyCh

Posted by psych at April 23rd, 2007

Note to self, Bring NightVision Cam (Even if I have to steal one) next time (Or the next best thing). Chronological order with MANY pictures unposted. Just the best one for the worlds awesomest viewers =)

Nice shot from the living room. Best silhouette ever =)

Balcony view. Lucky AND Famous? Whoda thunk it?

Sea was right on the other side. Or next to..
Not sure.

LineDancers. Na Raes back.

I swear they’re making a line dancing army there. Different building. Well cant tell from here but I’m sure there were 2. Unless these people have mastered the art of self-duplication.

Trying to take a pic of drunks, while you’re one of them. Doesn’t make for a good pic. Argh. CAMERA!!!! zzzz

Walking up the hill. Nice!!! Scenery.

Hole In wall. Self explanatory.Its a window

A prehistoric (not quite) window. Or the place where they hung the bell. Not sure.

*EDIT*

for some reason one of the pics was taking a long time to load in my browser. Not sure if it was an isolated incident. removed =)
Well, thats the gist of it. Many people not in pics. =( . But thats the ones that turned out good anyway. Enjoy. I may or may not have a quiz tomorrow. Gotta study anyway.

pSyCh

Posted by psych at April 23rd, 2007

Hmm. Warning: Long post. Separate post with a limited amt of pics following later.
Had a great weekend overall. Went to Malacca with a few buddies. Well alot of people actually. Including very very very hawt gurls*wink*. Er.. Malacca won’t stand out to many as a place with a good(or any) clubbing scene. Looks like there are good themed clubs there. Well not too many but who needs numbers when the traffic isn’t shit, there are less people and the musics still good =)

Drive down was good. Slept. The room was swt. 3 rooms with 2 AC’s (one which was dripping water.. the floors didn’t like that) for only 20 per night. Introduced myself to a Korean friend of a Korean friend with a loud ‘Shibal nom‘(Fuck You) while I shook his hand. w00t. Thats almost the extent of my Korean. The only Korean phrase that popped out of my mouth when I was finding for one. The look on his face:

Priceless.

Had Satay Celup (Sate?) for dinner. Awesome stuff. Messy steamboat. 10x more delicious. Club at night. Sunrise? Sunshine? Sun-something. Great Great Great. Its different. Well the same music, same thumping, same darkness+lights. Atmosphere was different somehow though. The sea breeze. Haha.

Gotta thank a certain supermodel for getting us the cheapest booze ever. And really really nice spaces. No pics coz no good camera. Sigh. Got “tipsy” which is what I think is a lady’s word for “drunk enough to not pee completely straight while being completely aware of it”.

Haha completely missed out mentioning Jonker Street. Before the club. Many things happening at once. Not as crowded as I expected but damn bustling in some parts. Didn’t buy stuff. Nothing of interest. Had awesome cendol.

Saw a semi-erotic (i think) painting on a wall. Is there any relation between flower-sniffing/flower-eating and being screwed by a guy? Saw a tfk-ing kid in those things which they push kids/babies in. Cant remember the contraptions name.. Stroller? Nah thats different i think. Note: tfk/dfk = masturbating. Just fyi. These Malaccans. Sigh. In public. I think the girls thought it was cute even though they were pretending to be disgusted. =) Or they were honestly disgusted. I was a little.
But then again I know what he was feeling =) BUT IN PUBLIC?? God. Haha a pervert-to-be. Kids don’t know whats right or wrong after all. And sex was meant to be enjoyed? Enough bout that. Couldn’t even see much. Not that I wanted to.

Erm. Line-dancing seems to be all the rage now. 2 different classes in one Jonker Street =). They were kind enough not to stare as I took pics. Was afraid they’d throw their dancing shoes at me - *shuriken* style. Last think I want is an aunty running after me. Thinking back, its highly unlikely, but it was at night, and some of them looked pretty capable of opening a can of whoop-ass on me. (God, I did NOT just type that out) More stuff happened but I don’t want this to be The-Grandfather-of-All-Posts.
Next day - Went around Malacca. The historical sites, A Famosa, The Hill Behind The A Famosa With The Church Thing On Top Filled With Dutch-Inscripted Memorial Stones, Ahh thats right its St. Pauls Hill. =) Chicken Rice Balls. Balls? Ball.. Balls? Hmm. Chicken Balls o0. They were really good. Nyonya Food. Slzlzshshhszz. Niceo.
Went back home and left the girls with one guy (lucky bastard) to fend for himself. Tired as heck. Not my usual weekend. For some reason I want more. Until next time. Go To Malacca If You Get The Chance. More to do there than Ive ever done in the 10 times (I think) that I’ve visited.

pSyCh

Posted by Morpork at April 20th, 2007

I define a horriday as a day during a holiday where you are obligated to do work specifically defined by holidays as work you temporarily are freed from needing to do.

Historically, horridays do not just apply their effects on those few days but also on holidays themselves. This projection of dread is also known as fear-of-horridays or simply as pressure. In the back of your mind, you know one or more of the holidays will have to be horridays and you wished that it was not today.

Posted by azngeek at April 20th, 2007

I’ve got the stinking feeling that when I write stuff here, people seem to have the impression that I’m telling the truth. That I’m baring all to the world. Well people. Readers. Non-readers. Friends. Romans. And country-men. Might I add something. I write here. All the contemplations, broodings, and musings, out to make this site an interesting place to visit. You know. Sorta like giving back to the people. A humanitarian effort. Jolly’ ho’ my dear chap’. Okay. Fine. What I’m essentially trying to say is sometimes the content on the site is not always 100% truthful. Surveys are sometimes done out of pure boredom and the need to please friends. They aren’t necessarily true. So yes. Just read stuff here with a grain of salt sometimes. And I’m way off topic to a new rant.

The underdog. In the land of the rising ducks. I mean New Zealand. They have always been big supporters of the underdog. Well except for the All Blacks of course. They kick ass.

Source:bbc.co.uk
Check out these sexy men of men. Strutting their stuff. Huge muscle bound men with arms that are far larger than any thighs of scrawny asian men. I attribute this horirble description to the issues with my father. Just kidding.

Oh. and maybe netball as well

Source:theage.com.au

Netball is a sex symbol in new zealand. Women who play netball are regarded as sex goddesses. Look. Okay. Fooled you once. Shame on me. Fooled you twice. My god you are a moron. Netball is just another sport the silver fern’s are actually competitive in. NOTE: The people in the picture are probably the more attractive women of the team. Some are really butt ugly big burly women that could pass of as that big black man who is in charge of security at that night club joint that always kicks me you out.

So back on to the topic. Underdogs. New Zealanders in general are big supporters of the underdog. Except as previously mentioned when it comes to rugby where all blacks own the field with their exceptional skill, grace and team work. But with everything else. New Zealand is very much an underdog. A first world country? So what. New Zealand has sheep. And cattle. And sheep. And more sheep. New Zealand lacks in everywhere else.

So that attributes to their self-nurturing need to support the underdog. But that’s not a bad thing. This is where I have to put my foot down and say, as a nation it’s good that they support the underdog.

Who else would have supported George W Bush in his shitty fucked up campaign in the year 2004. I mean come on. We have to support the underdog sometimes. It makes things interestingly quirky. And funny. Look. George W Bush won (I lie, New Zealand didn’t support Georgie there), but just look at how George W Bush turned out. He’s made himself look like a complete ass. Time after time. What would have happened if we didn’t support the underdog. And John Kerry won. America would have been a lot less funnier a place.

Source: Bloggerhead.com

Like. You see. Supporting the underdog. He like. Totally. You know. Totally saved the world from terrorism by invading Iraq. Like omg. Totally. - George’s Biggest Fan (Surpirsed anyone?)

Source: artfiles.art.com

And we wouldn’t have had the most quotable American president ever if the underdogs did not rally our support.

Think about it.Sleep on it. Pray on it. Support the underdog. Go home today. Tell your parents, your family members, your friends, your lovers.

Support the underdog. Who is to support Britney Spears in her come back from being Bitchney Stupid. Or who is to rally on that asian dude in the porn flick. Everyone knows the asian dude is overshadowed by the white and black men. Oppression at it’s worst. And think about those boob jobs by those celebrities. I mean. Their boobs were underdogs. After some support. They perked up. They emerged as silicon-ey champions from the blades of surgery. Maybe not. But you get what I mean. The underdog people. They are people too. And when underdogs win it always equates to some ball-twisting laughter. Look at the el-president of the US.

Signing off, azngeek

Posted by azngeek at April 20th, 2007

Maybe it’s not shameless camwhoring. Was made to get into a picture with the men of the family for my sister’s 17th. Indulge yourself people.

Posted by psych at April 13th, 2007

Can you spell it? P-E-R-V-E-R -F-E-C-T-I-O-N

Boy I have too much time on my hands.

Update in case anyone didnt get it.

Just know that I wasnt making much sense and enjoy it for its artistic beauty.

pSyCh

Posted by azngeek at April 12th, 2007

John Denver’s Annie’s Song. The lyrics are just fucking beautiful. Divine. Linguistically divine. The metaphors. So simple. But just so beautiful.

You fill up my senses like a night in the forest,
like the mountains in springtime, like a walk in the rain,
like a storm in the desert, like a sleepy blue ocean.
You fill up my senses, come fill me again.

You fill up my senses like a night in the forest,
like the mountains in springtime, like a walk in the rain,
like a storm in the desert, like a sleepy blue ocean.
You fill up my senses, come fill me again.  

Posted by azngeek at April 12th, 2007

I was tagged. By linsey. Sigh. Okay here we go.

Layer One : On The Outside
Name: Timothy Tan
Birth Date: 8th August 1988
Current status: Depressed, cold, insecure, financially broken. And single. Any surprise there?
Eye Colour: Evil pitch black
Hair Colour: Black
Righty or Lefty: Right handed fool

Layer Two: On The Inside
Your Heritage: Chinese Chinky Chang Chong
Your Fears: I’m a male. I’m not supposed to have any. I’m supposed to surpess all fears, emotions etc. Until I have a mental breakdown
Your Weakness: Repeat above. Wash, rinse and repeat. And then step on a bunny rabbit
Your Perfect Pizza: A pizza which can spawn sexy women at will that will then help me establish THE PIMP HOUSE.

Layer Three: Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow
Your Thoughts First Waking Up: “Fuck. Another day”
Your Bedtime: Depends
Your Most Missed Memory: My entire childhood. All of it. Except the parts where people stole my lunch money, called me names, stole my things, laughed at my face, and excluded me from every single activity known to the men.

Layer Four: Your Pick
Pepsi or Coke: Coke
McDonald’s or Burger King: Neither. Plastic food. Not real food.
Adidas or Nike: A bit too generic.
Tea or Nestea: WOT? Chinese tea. Chinese chinky chong chang tea.
Chocolate or Vanilla: Don’t have a sweet tooth. I’m a man’s man.
Cappucino or Coffee: Mocha. Fine. Maybe I’m not a man’s man after all.

Layer Five: Do You…
Smoke: Smoking is for homosexuals. Okay. Fine. It’s for stupid people.
Curse: Me? Neverrrr. I’m an angel. *twinkle twinkle*
Take a shower: I smell too good to not already be having regular showers.
Have a crush: I’m immune to childish foolishness. Or not. I’m a kid at heart.
Think you’ve been in love: Yes.
Go to school: Yes. School/Uni sucks big hairy balls.
Want to get married: I do intend to.
Believe in yourself: I neither confirm nor deny the validity of your inquiry.
Think you’re a health freak: Not really.

Layer Six: In The Past Month
Drank alcohol: Just a tad.
Gone to the mall: New Zealand doesn’t have anything worthy of being labelled as a mall.
Been on stage: Not quite
Eaten sushi: What stupid question is this? Yes I have.
Dyed your hair: I like my hair black. I like brunettes as well. Rowr.

Layer Seven: Have You Ever…
Played A Stripping Game: No. Far too sexy to show off the goods
Changed Who You Were To Fit In: Never.

Layer Eight: Age You’re Hoping
To Be Married: 99.9995634 or sometime before then

Layer Nine: In a Girl/Guy
Best Eye Colour: Something along the lines of black or brown-ish. I like my asian girls.
Best Hair Colour: Refer to the above.
Short Hair or Long Hair: Long-ish straight hair preferably.

Layer Ten: What Were You Doing
1 Min Ago: Having a swell time thinking of not doing this stupid thing.
1 Hour Ago: A shower
4.5 Hours Ago: Doing some MoM (Mechanics of Materials)

And as promised. The porn

Have fun wankers.

Signing off.

Azngeek out

Posted by psych at April 10th, 2007

Hey everyone. Guess what?

It’s April Time again. Birthday time again. 19 years old. 18 was the biggest disappointment ever. Not the whole year. 18 was when I made many, many new awesome friends. It was also the year I fell in and out of liking people so fast I was so close to being a hormonal pregnant woman. But the things I wanted to do.. The real awesome things that people do when they turn 18.. takjadi ler. Mahai betul.

Went cineleisure and caught that french show. The beat that my heart skipped. See, I am influenced by what people think. Made my day just a little more french. the main actor is the main guy from spanish apartment. o0. Yea some of you should know that show. Awesome show. Very-Euro. Mostly francais. Funny as hell. Sexy too. They showed it on Star Movies or something last year. This show was .. meh. Good. If you want a good French show.. which you’ll have to download cos theyre not exactly lining up here. Or you could just go south of the border where these things are thriving: The science of sleep. Good show.

Gots some stuff to do. Update soon.

pSyCh

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Posted by azngeek at April 7th, 2007

Here it is people. A recap of something I found highly humorous back in the days of juvenility. And still do find highly humorous.
Bar of soap

I wish I was a bar of soap,
Lieing in your tub,
Imagine all the things I’ll see,
Imagine all the things I’d rub.
The world

Sex, drugs, rock and roll,
Speed, weed, birth control,
Life’s a bitch,
Then we die,
Fuck the world lets get high.

Posted by azngeek at April 6th, 2007

Been busy. Busy busy. At Uni. Just swamped. Contrary to popular belief I’m no where near floating. I’m sinking. Drowning. Bleh. But it’s the holidays now. I’m doing second year engineering courses with some first year ones. And they so happen to shove design stage 1 and 2 in the same semester. Bastards. Swamped with projects. 3D-CAD. Learnt pro desktop and in the process of learning pro-engineer. Had tests here and there. But yea. Things are okay I guess. The drowning bit.

Oh yea. For my design stage 1 assignment. I cad-ed a fan. Here it is for those that are remotely interested in this post.

That took quite a few hours to do. But yea. That’s my first cad. In Pro-D. The stage 1 program that we use. Pro-Engineer lots more grunt. Lots more complicated. Hopefuly will get my head over that during the holidays. I’m on a 2 week break people!

Thinking of something interesting to write about right now.

Hmmm. Low riders. Something I’ve been thinking about.

Low riders could be hot like

source:ballersmall.com(googled)

Or they could be hip like:

source:AliG In Da House

OR finally they could be gay like:

How is the last picture relevant to low riding? Isn’t low riding cool? Hip? In? Dare I say it. Gangster? Or just plain stupid. I’ve disliked it since the chinese guys next door started doing it. But that’s beside the point. I’m being objective here. Could it be cool? A fashion statement? Wrong.

How many of you people know of the origins of low-riding? Or did you just see some guy do it and you figured. Hmm.

source:boudist.com (Edited by azngeek)

Maybe I could be as cool as this guy.

WRONG BITCH.

I’ll tell you where low riding originated from. Prison people. Low riding = prison. Prison. With the big black man. Bending over in the shower to pick up bars of soap. The loneliness. The lack of intimacy with the opposite sex. That’s what prompted lowriding.

It was because of that lack of intimacy. The loneliness. And you know how men can be sometimes imaginary readers. Shy. Afraid. So one day bitch boy mitch decided he was tired of being raped from behind while bending over to pick up that bar of soap. He decided. I’ll start a consent system. Taking into account that shyness. And that fear of admitting that some sex is better than no sex regardless. So in the cafeteria one day Mitch stands onto one of those soap boxes and on the top of his lounges he screams.

“Friends. Romans. Country men. And that bastard who should learn the difference about bending over to pick up the soap. And bending over to pick up the soap.”

“I do realize about the loneliness. And the lack of intimacy people. But no longer shall we cower in fear and be ashamed for our need of some loving. Man loving or not.”

And then he pulls his pants down. He low rides. Like the bitch boy he is. Mitch. The bitch. He low rides. And at the top of his lounges he screams.

“From this day forth my friends. Low riding will be the symbol of consent. Will signal to those big black men. That we want some man juice. Good loving. ”

And hence forth. Low riding was born. It was for the lonely men in prison to convey their desires. To ask around without having to be shy. Anyone want to share my prison cell?

And look what the noble idea has been reduced to. By wannabes, hasbeens, fake, unreal gangster-cool-in-hip people. They’ve taken it out of context and they think they are cool. Do you think you guys are cool now eh? The next time you think of lowriding people. Think of the prison folk. Think of how you are defying their symbol of humanity. Of wanting and needing sex. Even if they really are looking for gay sex. Keep them pants up people.

EDIT: Well that’s essentially the origins of low riders with a bit of azngeek flavor. Just thought I should note that as well.

Peace out y’all. Azngeek out.

*The low riding thing is all true. Only Mitch the Bitch was made up. Although he probably existed somewhere in history*