The AznGeek

Posted by azngeek at April 30th, 2008

You don’t fucking try to make lemon juice.

Gee. Man. Why can’t people get that simple concept through their heads.

Life would be better for them. And for the people around them.

The said people? It’s me. You. Everyone. We just can’t seem to accept the fact that you know sometimes life throws you a curve ball, then what? You just try your very best. You adapt. Don’t linger on what should have been or could have been. And if you succeed. Move on. If you fail. Move on.

Take lessons from the failures. Take pride in the successes. But not too much pride.

PS. I’m not really angry right now.

PPS. Really. Just felt like putting out a word of advice, and possibly just a quick reminder. The school of hard knocks aren’t always black and white.

PPPS. I just felt like having a 3rd one.

Posted by rambo at April 30th, 2008

on says:
what are yous tucked at?
mic                cy <3s (’.') - i love one tree hill! says:
intervention strategies
mic                cy <3s (’.') - i love one tree hill! says:
=p

ron says:
is that ur ass ignment?
mic                cy <3s (’.') - i love one tree hill! says:
hahahhaha
mic                cy <3s (’.') - i love one tree hill! says:
pretty ass ignment i have there don’t ya think
mic                cy <3s (’.') - i love one tree hill! says:
:P
ron says:
yes you’re ass ignment is unbelievable
mic                cy <3s (’.') - i love one tree hill! says:
why thank you
mic                cy <3s (’.') - i love one tree hill! says:
my ass ignment is feeling very flattered rite now
mic                cy <3s (’.') - i love one tree hill! says:
n yes..my ass ignment can feel
ron says:
what, ur ass ignment are filled? filled with what lol.
mic                cy <3s (’.') - i love one tree hill! says:
nooo
mic                cy <3s (’.') - i love one tree hill! says:
my ass ignment can feel
mic                cy <3s (’.') - i love one tree hill! says:
it’s not filled =.=
mic                cy <3s (’.') - i love one tree hill! says:
no wait..it’s actually full of shit
mic                cy <3s (’.') - i love one tree hill! says:
=p
ron says:
lol. i supposed so. a lot of hard stuff in it huh.
mic                cy <3s (’.') - i love one tree hill! says:
mmm hmm
mic                cy <3s (’.') - i love one tree hill! says:
PLENTY!
mic                cy <3s (’.') - i love one tree hill! says:
u’d be surprised
ron says:
quote: nothing is particularly hard if u divide it into small jobs.
mic                cy <3s (’.') - i love one tree hill! says:
n that’s what our ass ignments holes do!
mic                cy <3s (’.') - i love one tree hill! says:
we clench
mic                cy <3s (’.') - i love one tree hill! says:
n the shit breaks
mic                cy <3s (’.') - i love one tree hill! says:
HAHA
mic                cy <3s (’.') - i love one tree hill! says:
ok i dun think that was what u meant =p
ron says:
nope………………………..

Posted by Morpork at April 14th, 2008

Phil Collins. “We’re always searching for the words to say how we feel.”

We have been unusually (and perhaps uncharacteristically so) productive this month and look at the tally of articles we’ve churned out. It makes you think…

…about these!

Booby Traps - When you are dangled by a pit filled with hot women.
Sweet/Good/Great/Expensive As - Conspiracy by Kiwis to do the equivalent of wolf whistling in front of everyone covertly. Expansive!? Damn it… I feel so dirty.
Kampfgruppe Kompany - What? It’s a funny word to say.

Have a fricken.

Posted by azngeek at April 14th, 2008

They come and they go. The problem is, when they are gone. How do you deal?

The ones you lose a long the way. Can you count the reasons why? Were there even reasons to start with?

You think that following silently along the side lines, would be alright. Words may not have been exchanged for a life time. And you know it. You want to be the one who just needs to know they are alright. And all the times you’ve been meaning to say or do something. You let go to waste.

How do you patch up something that YOU broke? How dare you even try to ease in to a conversation, and pretend that things have never changed.

Can you cure the silence? 

I can’t. 

Posted by azngeek at April 13th, 2008

Ride on,
do not look back,
wind in hair,
lance in hand,
the grip of faith,
zealotry.

Walk on,
the winding road
to a future,
your music -
the sound of
indecision.

Crawl on,
all fours,
be humbled,
the aches,
the sores,
the madness.

Rise up,
ride, walk, crawl,
with pride,
and a man
you shall be.

This one goes out to the people that struggle in life, like we all do.

Posted by azngeek at April 13th, 2008

Can you tell me what it’s like,
in the big city?
I hear the night is as bright as day,
and the day is as dark as night.
That the sun and the moon,
make love behind the
black curtains of modernization.
And that men, they try to play
fiddle with God.

Can you tell me what it’s like,
in the small village?
I hear that night is pitch black,
and the day is a white glow,
That the sun and the moon,
are estranged,
they play hide and seek.
And that men, they still believe
in God.

Please take me to the big city
of opportunities brother.
I seek fame far and wide,
and I have dreams
of finding greatness.

Take me NOW to the small village
good sir,
I seek fortune,
and I will bring your people
a future.

Signing off,

Azngeek

Posted by azngeek at April 13th, 2008

I seriously find it so very hard to write now. It used to be au-naturale. No longer. Every word seems coerced from a feeling of obligation bordering guilt to just write because it’s something I used to so enjoy and I try to convince myself that yes, I still do enjoy it. Which is still true. I know it is. But ideas no longer float around in my head as much. There are less word salads. Coherent and incoherent word salads swimming in that net of neurons some might call a brain.

Well what I’m trying to say is. Urm. I dont’ know what I’m trying to say. I’m at a lost of words. Quite odd for someone like me to be out of words when I have so much to say for myself at other times. Ironic.

Signing off then,

Azngeek

Posted by wordsmith at April 12th, 2008

by wordsmith

Something has happened to the template of this blog right after I posted the post below this. I know I am the obvious suspect for modifying the layout. But I honestly don’t know what happened to it. The segments on the right are now at the bottom of the page. I don’t think I’d be that smart to change the placements. Also, I don’t think I’m that brave to do what isn’t my job here. If I really did cause the damages, I truly apologise. I don’t know what I did. I clicked Publish and this happened.
And if there seems to be nothing wrong with the template whatsoever and I seem to be making no sense at all, please let me know and I’ll delete this post. Forgive me. As I’m typing this, the template seems to be anything but not wrong. But maybe it has reverted back to its usual state and merely wanted to fool me. Or not.

Sorry. Again.

Posted by wordsmith at April 12th, 2008

by wordsmith

My high school life is getting a bit hectic. I’d like to say I wish I could go back in time and be a first-former again, but in truth, I wouldn’t really want to. In a way, I’m glad I’m moving forward instead of backward. I accept the multitude of tasks I’m laden with these days. I’ve had my share of good times. I’m taking the challenge full-throttle and head-on.

OK. That wasn’t the whole truth. In reality, I feel just like this dude:

The only difference is I can swim. And I’m not a cat. This comforts me.

Posted by Morpork at April 12th, 2008

I think I’m a freak of nature. You know, how people usually go “I don’t tell you how to do your job so don’t go telling me how to do mine!” or “Stop telling me what to do, Mom!” Well, today (and yesterday) I was pretty down because it was the onset of Horridays and people won’t stop reminding me about projects and tests. So while I was sulking like a baby, my father called and told me to do some stuff for him. And I sprang back to life and finished stuff I usually take days to procrastinate before doing. I like being ordered around.

People who speak out are usually leader-esque types and like to talk about taking the lead and stuff. For me, all of those is probably out of my league. My element is essentially a background goon. A henchman. A grunt. And I think I’m good at being that. People out there who know me, you’ll have to know how to use me for me to shine as a character. And now you know.
I’ll share with you some crazy dreams I’ve had in this screwed up mind of mine. The different levels of light have different damages associated with them. Don’t believe me? Read on.

Matches - Defeats Grues
Torchlight -  Defeats Alone in the Dark Shadows
Fluorescent Light - Causes Insomnia
Spot Light - Catches thieves
Sun - All engulfing

Well, that was boring. But I didn’t say it was interesting. Just helping you pass the time really. Zombies living among us, my dreams tell me of your diet!
Mango - Fleshy. Too sweet.
Durians - Not quite but getting there
Brains - The squishiness… The chunkiness… That’s what you drool over in your un-sleep

I just realised there are many fruits I don’t know the name of in English. That durian-ish small fruit with fake spikes. No idea what it’d be called.

Congratulations for enduring all that. Feel free to floccinaucinihilipilificate this article!

Posted by psych at April 12th, 2008

at the airport. exams were hell. worse than hell. cant remember the last time i spent that much of my life at a library-cum-study area of all places. it paid off except when i kept remembering things i shouldnt and vice versa. my god.fifteen goddamn hours doing what i swore i wouldnt be doing ever again. seemingly millions of years ago. never again. i think. except for finals which is a few months from now. now… if only i were all brains and not much else.. i wish. well now i do. even more before i actually sat for the tests. now i just have one thing on my mind. getting home. around an hour to boarding the airplane and another one to get home. back for less than two weeks. gonna make the most out of those few days i have to spend in civilization. wohoo =)

ps- this site is really falling into that dark oblivionic abyss that people fear sites will fall into. i think people are being less talkative lately. we must all be growing up or something..

Posted by Morpork at April 3rd, 2008

So. I’m wasting time and exploring life a little step at a time. Found out some things about people-people relations. And people-object relations.*

While I’m focused on these new priorities, university snuck up on me and pulled the carpet off me. Whatever I think of to write becomes silly the next day and into the make shift trash bin I have by the bed. (to make one for yourself, take a used tissue box, turn it on its side and open the flaps on the side)

Feeling ok of myself. Bills taken care of. New bills to take care of. Old bills to cancel. Intelligent musings degenerating far too quickly, reducing to specks of worthless figments, unable to be weaved into a worthy article.

I’ll get back to you with something semi-intelligent next time.

…And I forgot to post it after I wrote it. Got saved in drafts though.

Today let’s have a snooty discussion about people-people behaviour. I don’t like it when people thank me immediately after making a request. I think it’s rude. You don’t say, “Throw the trash out, thank you.” Insincere. You should jolly well not do that in my presence, thank you. There. Aren’t you annoyed?

What’s with family members asking for favours when you’re watching tv? There’s plenty of commercial time but you can never pick that time to do it. I do it sometimes myself and I think people really can’t help it. (Hurray for being moderate to avoid being a hypocrite!) For a hopeless gamer like me, it just so happens that I get interrupted in a cutscene very often and find it quite puzzling. I make it a point to pause any game I’m playing when someone tries to talk to me but usually that’s not quite possible to do in the middle of those little movies. And people come up to me in those small windows of cannot-be-interrupted times all the time. Must be Murphy. Damn you Murphy! *shakes fist.

Tomorrow, I’ll sit by the road and chase cars. Wonderful. Have a great weekend.

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*No.