The AznGeek

Posted by azngeek at November 29th, 2007

This goes for both me and Morpork. Morpork is back in Sarawak. Myself. Back in Malaysia. Haven’t been back for about 2 years. The last year. Made a personal choice not to be back. But you know what guys. It’s nice to be around what used to be familiar. From the wave of heat that washes over you the moment you step foot onto Malaysian soil. To the accents of the locals, which was very much what I am, but have since somewhat lost in transition. Not completely. Culturally. Just enriched and have become a melting pot of th east and west. I’ve grown.
But yes. Things are mostly the same. But I’ve changed.

Maybe being here will be anew adventure after all.

Posted by Morpork at November 10th, 2007

My friend hosed it down and it let out a cry not unlike a shriek.

As the smoke cleared, it was still there. Wounded as it may be, it continued to flail its appendages around and lashed out with its hideous tongues.

My friend looked at me beseechingly, sweat pouring down his worried face but my eyes were on the pathetic form, staring down its piercing, fiery gaze. Its hot anger imprinted on my mind.

I squeezed the trigger.

It was only an instant, but the roar was deafening as it fired. The figure fell apart, all the fury it exhibited earlier gradually extinguished. Even though it was only loose briefly, it had already left a permanent scar on me. I didn’t let the trigger go even as it writhed in its death throes. My friend patted me on the shoulder and I let go of the trigger. The roaring sound died out. Even one as untameable as it was snuffed out in the face of preparedness and human ingenuity.

I surveyed the carnage and was satisfied that it was completely gone.

I laid down the fire extinguisher.

Posted by azngeek at November 4th, 2007

One of my favorite songs for the moment. I think it’ll hit mainstream within half a years time:

Nothing to lose is a path you can choose and it feels just right at the time.
Then one day you awake with a fear you can’t shake,
you’re an actor forgetting your lines.
You were a star when you started,
so bright eyed and ready but now you just can’t seem to shine.
Nothing to lose is a path that you choose and it feels just right at the time.

But can you still remember your very first kiss
or the future you hoped for when we were still kids?
Stay young, stay young.
There are constants like gravity, heartbreak and shame,
you can never out-run them,
they’re part of your name like lessons you learn from a past you can’t change,
stay young, stay young for a lifetime of paying dues and ruthless reviews,
yeah it’s hard not to end up a cynic
when everyone’s too scared to walk in your shoes
but can work up the nerve to be critics.

Oh, can you still remember your very first kiss
or the future you hoped for when we were still kids?
Stay young, stay young - no, don’t lose you heart.
Don’t lose your soul. Don’t give up control.
It’s the business end of a loaded gun, facing tomorrows of black,
useless lungs with nothing but lies left on tips of our tongues,
stay young, stay young! Oh can you still remember your very first kiss
or the future you hoped for when we were still kids
trying to keep up our innocence in this fucked up world?
Stay young, stay young, stay young

EDIT:
just leave a comment with your email. And I’ll make sure you get to hear it sometime soon.

Posted by Morpork at November 2nd, 2007

Alternately: No Rights Left.

Serious stuff is annoying. There, I said it. It is heavy, irrelevant and have no practical outcomes in its discussion. (I am being not politically correct. Hence no disclaimers. . . . . . . D’OH!)

Now that I’ve got that out of the way, I can impart upon peoples of my imagination the thing that which is Bugging me.

I like privilege. I think people who have been good and upstanding and generally a decent individual ought to have some form of reward. It’d be like having reduced prison sentence due to good behaviour but earned before going to prison. Respect ought to count for something.

But alas, there are so many people out there(just turn a corner and you’ll run into one! Freaky i say…) so the authority have given up on keeping track. So they keep track of the people of the smaller category ie. criminals. Only start tracking them when they end up in jail.

When you are(were. you never ARE innocent in the present tense. It’s always in the past) innocent, and people are looking for the culprit whodunnit, you always wish that they wouldn’t suspect you on account of you being straight as an arrow(laser is more modern and more accurate though. barring black holes. or bent space. get off the site A.E. you’re derailing my arguments!) all these years. You wish for preferential treatment. You have to. You are human aren’t you? (Because your denial would exclude me from the human race and I’d have to carry a certificate to prove that I am a human but I sit parallel and outside the bell curve.)

If I thought of it and I am human then my thoughts count.

Everyone has equal rights but there aren’t enough rights to give out. We’re left with no rights. You get sued to hell and back if you have slightly more than just basic rights. I imagine privileges would sit on rights. The kind you wouldn’t get sued for rights will be called privilege.

In summary, people are setting a Point of Origin(0,0) and call it rights. Everyone should start at 0. You get sued if you have anything >1. You receive foreign aid when you get anything <1. Privilege is imaginery.

Thank you and I am DeBugged.