The AznGeek

Posted by azngeek at September 30th, 2007

Take me to the place,
where no one has a name,
no one has hopes,
or expectations.

Where a lie,
is not a lie,
and the truth,
is not the truth.

The honest men,
the liars,
the heroes,
the tyrants,
differ to no degree.

And the pain,
it is dull,
as is pleasure.

Take me to the place,
where lost souls meet.

Azngeek

Posted by azngeek at September 30th, 2007

Tele.

46 incher. Shiny. 1980*1200 resolution. 1080 p compatible. ZOMG. Can you imagine gaming on a 46 inch TV? The blood. The gore. The orgasms as a shell penetrates the head of your opponent close up. Shitty picture. Yea. I know. Useless photographer. It came yesterday for the other lounge. The sad thing about it is it’s higher resolution than my laptop’s 1680*1050 : <.

There’s them apples. O well.

Ah yea. Cheers to Psych on his dentistry acceptance. Was not told of anything. Have to say I’m a bit cross. But again. There’s them apples.

This past week has been busy as hell. Almost sleepless nights. I can see why when they recommend 4 papers. You shouldn’t take 6. Because. it. Is. A. Bitch.

*sigh* And it’s just cross my mind. We are nearing the end of 2007. It’s been a rocky year for me. Principles were tested. Egoes were bruised. Mentally and physically. Exhausted. But. Like every year. You can’t help but ask yourself what you have accomplished eh? It’s them September blues for ya’.

But at least I now know. When push comes to shove. I scrape by.

I have no idea how this post is supposed to be coherent. It’s just that I have all these thoughts bottled up in my head. And I was about to go out for a run to clear my head. But was just waiting for the remainder of the rain to clear up. Which it just has.

I have no idea what I’m talking about anymore. *sigh*

Posted by psych at September 28th, 2007

ignored this place for a long time. not dead. just busy. that and the internet here isn’t exactly freeflowing. the administration is very blockhappy. things up north are great. its like klang really. just less maju. and the people are nice. both outside and inside campus. had a big lantern thingy. to celebrate(?) the woman who took the pills (not pregnancy) and flew to the moon. lots of pics. lots of people. lots of sweat. lots of lights =) yum. i dont usually love posting camwhoring moments but its so much easier than words. made the pics as small as i could. still kicking the crap out of my damn connection.

An hour before anything happened.o0 Full moon =)

Posted by azngeek at September 23rd, 2007

Okay people. As I had pinky promised. I’d like to announce the move is complete.

Here’s some pictures of my working corner of my room : > Where the azngeek shit happens.

So this is my room. Where I work. Currently. Where the azngeekiness happens

You see on the left? That’s a can of compressed air. Wanna get high? (CRC air brush) I love my

Oh. Before I forget. Please don’t look up my nose. (Made you look!)

Well. Anywho. An actual update. Uni is still uni. It’s still a bitch.
I’m still stressed.
I still picture myself eating my own face and I still wonder if I did that, would I get that test/assignment/project extension.

I’m a bit more motivated to work. Because I have a nice table and a comfy chair. But i’m still a sloth when it comes to school work

I still tutor maths, physics and chemistry.

People still think I’m a nerd. And they think I’m sorta intelligent.
Even though you can tell I’m so not. Because I’m an evil zoologist. (I have no idea what that means)
I don’t even remember what this rant is about anymore.

Well there you go people. A post. Will write more later tonight when I’m more up to it.

And happy birthday to Peylin. : )

Peace out.
Azngeek

(Ah yes. And things with the - - - - are going a lot better now. Heh. I’m all in. Are you?)

Posted by Morpork at September 23rd, 2007

Almost a Saturday night ritual, I watch tv for interesting movies and when I am lucky, I catch a movie that I missed watching years ago. And then there is the ‘odd’ movie.

I remember watching one such movie about a guy who was born on a ship and was a genius at playing the piano. Eventually, the ship was to be put out of service by scuttling it off the coast and the protagonist died with the ship, never ever stepping foot out of it.

The movie was heavy on philosophy and people. I thought that Anything Else was a bit like that movie in that there was no grand scheme of things and there was an Eccentric in it.

There was a lot of talking-at-the-same-time moments in the movie and it really gave me a headache. The Eccentric in the movie talks a lot about what to do and approaches to life situations but in the end, I cannot help but feel that philosophy in the end is just:

Life = Life + 1 - 1

or

Life = Life / 1

or

Life = Life * (x+y) / (x+y)

As intelligent as I imagine you are, you can definitely deduce that the equation gets more and more complex but the conclusion is not too interesting and you get a bit down and perhaps lose your sense of direction a bit.

Principles are like legislation. You make them as you go; You try to use them to guide future actions; You usually find yourself going against them; You will make new ones up to prevent yourself from making the same mistakes.

In the end, if you were in the same situation again, you’d probably do the same thing.

Posted by azngeek at September 18th, 2007

I pinky promise a post this week. Been so damn busy. With the moving and stuff. Moving house. Tests. Assignments. All that jazz, seriously weighing me down.

I pinky promise a post by the end of this week. If I don’t. I assure you. I’ll eat your pinky. And love it too!

Azngeek

Posted by Morpork at September 8th, 2007

The four heroes trudged up the beaten path and like all heroes in the multiverse, were engaging in an argument about how far it was taking to get to their destination.

“I have just finished my bottle,” said the half-dragon man, Pesha.

“We can fill up at the lake ahead,” said Riccel.

“No, I was really hungry, so I …finished up the bottle.”

“…Oh. Hey, look! It’s a caravan!”

The four heroes were eager to hitch a ride, having traveled a great distance on foot. As they closed on the caravan that was parked by the lake, they saw a man directing a few others to throw cans and boots into the lake.

“Come on. We don’t have all day. We have two places more to finish up for today.”*

“Hey over there! Are you by any chance going to Duke Dorun’s border farms or anywhere in that direction? We would really appreciate a ride,” said Poul.

The leader turned around and sized up the band of dirty, dirt-ridden travellers† in front of him.

“Well… With these burly men with me here, Ah’m not sure we’d ‘ave space now see?” said the leader, switching his speech to street as best as he knew how to. As if on cue, the four men beside him turned around, each putting on their most intimidating faces. The largest man turned around, sniffing and dripping from his nose uncontrollably. He shrugged and the leader slapped his forehead.

“Riccel, if you please?” Poul prodded encouragingly.

“Oh, er, of course.”

With deft fingers, she made a bag of coins appear in the space of her sleeve. The leader snatched up the bag and grinned.

“Name’s Sgt Rainel! All aboard then?”

__________

*Fish reproduce in the millions. Making sure amateur fishermen hook in boots and cans is an upstream struggle that would impress salmon.

†No one believes it but dirt is smart enough to hitch rides too. Sometimes it gets in over its head and tries to steal your shoe but it can’t find its size. Or so Riccel’s teacher claimed.

Posted by azngeek at September 3rd, 2007

Do not judge me for what I am,
for that is not what I may be.
The yesterdays,
The history,
Is not the harbinger of tomorrow,
For the directorless play,
the impromptu,
the audience may believe
the actor is lost,
with a broken compass,
facing a broken north.

As tomorrow climaxes,
the sun rise,
the actor could find his bearings,
he may learn, understand, comprehend,
he may not.

Writers block. Crap.