The AznGeek

Posted by azngeek at May 18th, 2007

Me : Yea. Uni sucks. Been learning about RAM and ROMS, and PROMS and the 2D and 1D arrays of their circuits.
Cousin : RAM. MMmmm. Ram it up your ass. You have some weird fetishes
Me : You’d like that wouldn’t you. You always bring stuff like this up. Because you’d like it like that.
Cousin : No. But you would. That’s why you always giggle like a school girl when I bring it up. (-_- Meh….)
Hmmm. So a post. Of random conversations.

Me : Why is your skirt so colorful.
Sister : It’s the design.
Mom : It’s a designer. It’s an explosion of colors.
Me : I’ll tell you what else is an explosion of colors. A clown.

(I’m really not a mean person by nature. But the one liners that I’ve been dishing out. And that have been dished out to me have just be phenomenally, unlike me or the people usually around me. I blame it on Helen Clark. )

Source:pbs.org

(Halloooooo there. People of new zealand. (Manliest voice ever. That’s our PM)

Because that people would be the patriotic thing to do. Blame Helen.

This whole week. I’ve decided to take upon myself the most daunting task of using possibly the most annoying quotes, known to man.

Day1:
Supercalleyfragelisticexbeyolleydocious. (I’m not too sure about the spelling). Isn’t this stuff cool? (Points at multivariable calculus crap we are learning for Maths Modellign 2)
A spoon fool of sugar helps the medicine go down. (Points at some obscure work we are doing)

Day2:
This stuff will pickle your brains if you don’t pay attention
I think this crap will break my piggy bank

Day3:
Cool beans
Cool bananas
Neat

Day4:
I will poonch (punch) you (Talking to an english guy)
Jolly ho’ good chap.
Spot on!

Day5:
None. (Even evil people need some rest)

And before I sign out. Some more creative quotes. For you people to be the life of the party with. Some random stuff I just thought of:

“Imagine if reality was an illusion… That would really rip your undies, wouldn’t it?”

Signing off,

Azngeek

Posted by azngeek at September 9th, 2006

Lifehouse - Good Enough Lyrics

It seems the more we talk
The less I have to say
Let’s put our differences aside
I wanted to make you proud

But I just got in your way
I found a place where I can hide
Now everything is changing
But I still feel the same

We’re running out of time
What do I have to do
To try to make you see
That this is who I am
And its all that I can be

I tried to find myself
Looking inside your eyes
You were all that I was meant to be
There must be something else

Behind all the lies
That you have lead me to believe
Now everyone is saying
That I should find a way
To leave it all behind

What do I have to do
To try to make you see
That this is who I am
And its all that I can be

What do I have to do
To try to make you see
Trying to be like you
isn’t good enough for me

I wont let you go
I wont let you down
I wont give you up

don’t you give up on me now
What do I have to do
To try to make you see
That this is who I am
And its all that I can be

What do I have to do
To try to make you see
Trying to be like you
isn’t good enough for me
What do I have to do
To try to make you see

I don’t usually post up lyrics as you would have noticed, but this one just hit the spot. Music is relating. And here I relate. Go get the song, I’ll buy a copy of this song, because I just urghhh, words escape me. I’m not sure whether it’s out yet officially, but I heard it on The Wild soundtrack. Don’t give me your judgemental stares readers. It’s an absofucking-mind-numbing song.
Azngeek

Posted by azngeek at August 26th, 2006

Ok, you know what, I really should be at my books nerding away like a bitch getting high on crack. But I won’t. For you my readers, I shan’t deny you from high quality azngeek content with the high quality azngeek stamp of approval. Not just yet. But today might just be the last day of me posting for a week and a half. I’ll get to nerding as soon as soon as the azngeek unleashes the wrath of his verbal diarohea on you non-existential readers though he’s seriously beginning to doubt his readers as being completely non-existential.(speaking in third-person is stupid. back to first-person-speek!)The comments seem real. Almost too real. I remember when azngeek.com first started out, as thought it was yesterday.*whispers* I commented on my own post, with varying aliases, to boost my diminshing ego. Ok, fine I didn’t post my own comments. But that’s something all together. I digress. Back on topic to the beefu mobile! What is beefu you might be asking yourself (or more interestingly porn balls), you not-so-very-non-existential readers. Well, I’m here to talk about one of my favorite chinese joints. Some of the best Chinese in the southern hemisphere. They cook good chinese. Mmm chinese. Cook those little asian babies!!!! I mean. Urm. They cook amazing chinese food! =P Though I did hear from somewhere that azn babies taste sweet and sour (that’s an ongoing joke between some of the guys that I doubt any of you will get) (I think it’s quite weird how people say, eat chinese, or cook chinese. It has two meanings. One with a very much more cannibalistic undertone)
Soooo… urm back on topic. As per usual, I stray like a urm.. stray urm dog? So urm bout this place which serves awesome food. They have an awesome Maître d’. Why? Because she’s efficient, she has made an art of taking orders, she keeps customers happy, knows how to treat them. She’s just all around amazing at her job, but most of all, she has great fantabulous entertainment value! My family are regulars at the place, but the Maître d’ never ever fails to induce a few chuckles from the ever so serious and anal retentive azngeek who is definately holier than thou art. How? Mmm, I’ll let the conversation below taken place during the ordering of food speak for itself :

Maître d’: What would you rike tonight?
Mr. A : Urm what would you recommend?
Maître d’: Would you rike meat?
Mr. A : Ok, yea meat sounds good.
Maître d’: How about some beefu!? (she meant beef)
Mr. A : Mmm maybe some pork bla bla bla
Maître d’: Ok sir. Would you rike some porn balls?
Mr. A : *wtf look inscribed across face of Mr.A* Porn balls?
Maître d’: Points at menu, under the seafood section*
Mr. A : PRAWN BALLS! OHH
Maître d’: One porn balls?
Mr.A : Ok porn balls sound fine… (he’s crying inside. He must be. Crying so hard from all that painful laughing that he’s surpressing right this instant)
Maître d’: bla bla bla
Mr.A : bla bla bla (finishes up on ordering)

The end! So. Anyone up for some Porn balls? By the way, I should add that the place does awesome fly porn balls! (fried prawn balls) :p

azngeek