Saturday, September 01, 2007

Call of the Eye

Right in the middle of the madness which is my life now, Guild Wars: Eye of the North (aka GWEN) was released. I played the preview last week and was rather pleased with how it was. When I started playing again yesterday (4 hours after the actual release time of 3pm because I was out looking for my new sofa), I realized that all os us previewers had played about one quarter of the main storyline.

But that's okay. Realize that ArenaNet decided to make the primary storyline short, but the 18 multilevel dungeons is where the real action of GWEN is. The primary quests have taken me to 3-level dungeons - SMALL 3-level dungeons - and I'm liking what I've seen. Of course, eradicating the inhabitants of a 5 level dungeon complex is a time-consuming endeavour. I expect myself only to start on this after I've finished up all the primary quests with all my ten characters. Or when the night is early and the lag is none.

So why am I blogging now instead of finishing up the GWEN primary quests with my primary ranger character (Ilfar!)? I've borrowed a maid and she's cleaning my new house for me. Yes, that sounds a bit lame, but there's a pretty deep cut on my finger now which prevents me from getting my hands dirty. Okay, that sounds lame too, but really, I don't even know if my cut is ever going to recover. It's pretty deep.

As such, it's a good thing I got Streamyx running in my new house. You guys should drop by sometime. When the wind comes, I can actually work at my table without turning on the air conditioner.

Wednesday, June 20, 2007

Icy Cold Tap Water

Cold water in the extremely early morning. The tap water brought back now-fond memories of my scouting days. I look at my Jabba the Hutt bulk today, and I find it inconceivable that once upon a time - ONCE UPON A TIME! - I was this lean mean hole-digging machine. The folks at St. Michael's Ipoh couldn't break my fence. Yes sir, it was a labour of love, a feat which will probably never be repeated again.

It's been a long day. It's been a long DEMOTIVATING day. Yet somehow, right now, the only thing I can think of (apart from the fact that I just sent a bunch of trannie videos to an Iranian colleague) is how cold the tap water is. If I close my eyes, I can almost imagine myself back at Camp Coronation, with the smell of sulphur in the air.

I do not think how life can be horrendously unfair. I do not think how working life can take a serious downturn because of just TWO people. I do not think how I should be uberly pissed that my efforts usually go uncredited. I do not think how I'm constantly sidelined even though my managers do not find anything SERIOUSLY wrong with me during my one-on-ones with them.

Instead, I think of icy cold tap water. I think of my scouting days. I think of Camp Coronation. I think of the smell of sulphur in the air. I think of camaraderie. I think of being good at what I do, and being recognized for it by a bunch of peers who do not know the meaning of recognition. For one cold icy glorious moment, I'm back in the past, patrolling the hallways of my memory armed with only a parang and a face recently cleansed by icy cold tap water with a faint taste of rust.

I think of all that, and somehow, life seems liveable.

Thursday, May 24, 2007

The Midnight Hour

You know how there are some movies you watched when you were a little kid which left a great impact on you? No? Well, I do. A long time ago, back when I was still in primary school, I used to go for sunset mass every Saturday evening with my extended family. I had cathecism classes the next morning, so I used to sleep over at my aunty's house (where my grandmother also lived). Now, in those days, RTM1 showed great movies every Saturday night. I used to watch them along with my aunty, uncle and two cousins on their black and white television. They had dinosaur movies, monster movies and my personal favourites, horror movies. The one which has stayed with me over all these years is The Midnight Hour.

I watched it once back in the 80s. The plot's pretty simple... curse gets unleashed, the dead rise, guy and girl fall in love with each other, curse overruns town, curse is reversed, ending I absolutely love. Absolutely. I finally got to watch it again today after around 20 years and I still love this movie. There's nothing like a fresh healthy dose of nostalgia to make one feel all young again.

It's also slightly disturbing that after all this time, I just realized just how much this movie has affected me.

* The movie features a lot of undead. Zombies, werewolves, vampires, witches are the order of the day.
Horror is my favourite genre. I once wrote a story about all manner of monsters, and the plot was taken right out of this movie.

The following points are all related. They all begin with "The hot chick the nerdy protagonist hooks up with..."

"... teaches him how to live."
I follow pretty well. Especially female leaders (favourite Star Trek captain is Captain Janeway).

"... happens to be undead."
Necrophilia FTW!

"... is a hot blonde cheerleader."
Oh yes, I have blonde cheerleader fetish. It's stronger than my necrophilia tendencies.

"... has been the only hot chick in a movie which has stuck in my mind. Ever."
She's even crept up in stuff I've done every now and then. Usually subconsciously. God I'm more traumatized than I thought.

I probably had the greatest schoolboy crush on her when I was young. Probably overidentified with the protagonist (isn't all that hard for me at that time), got all excited with the monsters and the ending? Poignant. Burns itself into your heart. Something like this don't just go away.

It's really nice how nearly 10 years after this movie, along came Buffy. Pretty blonde girl with a lot of monsters hanging around about her. I never fell hard for Buffy - one impossible blonde is enough, thank you - but I guess, in spirit, they had a lot in common. Except Buffy literally kicked ass, didn't come from the 1950s, is wittier, has deadly fashion sense and serves a mean stake. Er...

So that's it. I finally caught up with The Midnight Hour. I thought it would seem diminished, for time has a way of making you remember things better than they actually are. But no. It's as good as I thought it would be.

*deep sigh*



Sinks back to the good old days with 50s songs playing on the radio...

Monday, May 07, 2007

Loving' the New Ads

I went out for dinner with the Simoniac and Von Darke on Sunday. "Nikolai," he said as we dug into our second-rate shellfish, "go look in the papers today. Tell me if you see anything out of the place."

Right after that, he proceeded to tell us what was wrong, but to save time, I did a little scan of the item in question and hey, here's what Von Darke told us to go see:



So the guy on the left... the one being hugged. It's obviously his first time. I mean, that expression of pain. The clenched eyes. The mouth opened in some cry of pain. Like, wow. I'll be hollering out loud too if I had a hot man-sausage shoved up my ass.

The other guy, the one on the right. Now that's a look of BLISS. He's obviously enjoying this connection with his little friend in front of him. Look at that mouth. You can almost hear his moan of pleasure.

Or so I thought upon first looking at it. And then I read the rest of the ad:

Boy-Boy Loving

This can't be accidental, right? Right? Von Darke thinks that whoever who designed the ad should be shot. "It's supposed to be serious!" he insists. And yes, it is. But when people are dense enough to miss this kind of innuendo and actually go ahead with printing it out on a national newspaper, they will be mocked.

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Wednesday, April 04, 2007

Bomb on the Bridge Rumour Causes HELLISH Jam

The Rumour
There is a BOMB on Penang Bridge. Alternatively, some disgruntled employee of my company heard of his/her (lack of bonus) and blew up the damn bridge*.

The Assumption based on the UNHOLY Traffic Jam I just went through
They fucking closed the bridge.

The Fact
UNHOLY traffic jam. UNHOLY. It took me a whole lot of luck and impatience to make my way home in one hour and maybe fifteen minutes. If I had patience, I would still be out there now. In fact, If I had patience, I probably would have run out of patience and roadraged some nearby fellow travellers to death. Pity the people who live on the mainland. Everyone of them has to use the ferry home if they want go home.

Remotely Scary Moment
When I checked the bridgecam and got 'x' on ALL the videos. I've never managed to get that before.

Wtf?
Like, who the hell would bomb Penang Bridge? That's like... LAME. Who would bomb MALAYSIA to begin with? We're not even worth bombing. Complete waste of explosives. Left to our own devices I think we'll self-destruct even faster. But noooo... someone had to go blow it up. Or attempt to blow it up. Or maybe started a bloody hoax about Bomb on the Bridge. Like, TOO FREE IS IT? Whoever it was, I hope he / she / it / they go EAT SHIT AND DIE DIE DIE.

*: This might not be as improbable as it sounds. Our 'bonus' this year is so bad it's a wonder the company didn't deduct money from our salary instead. Factor in the current working conditions and for the grace of God that disgruntled employee could have been me. But of course I won't. Cause evidently, closing down the bridge only diverts traffic to my area of town, WHICH GREATLY PISSES ME OFF.

Monday, March 26, 2007

Walking in Memphis

The piano intro of 'Walking in Memphis' always sends shivers down my spine. I don't know why, it just does. At the same time, it sends my mind off to some far away place. Memphis, probably. It also makes me feel very young again, evoking memories of listening to the song while my father was driving the car or when I was in my room, listening to the radio while I studied. Marc Cohn's version is the definitive one in my books, but Cher's rendition is... let's just say that the X-Files episode 'Post-Modern Prometheus' made it highly memorable. In that 'forever engraved in my mind' kind of way.

In fact, it was that same episode which set me off to get Cher songs. Mind you, I was already a fan of Cher after 'Mermaids'. 'The Shoop Shoop Song' kicked off the 90s, a time when Christina Ricci was adorable and Winona Ryder oh-so-desirable after Beetlejuice and Edward Scissorhands. I get weird flashes of 'Back to the Future' whenever I hear the Shoop Shoop Song (which is strange). But. 'Post Modern Prometheus'. It came at a time when I was more able to source out stuff (this was like... around the end of last year / beginning of this year). And source I did, and found out that I really like quite a number of Cher songs. Like, REALLY. 'Heart of Stone' and 'Gypsies, Tramps and Thieves' rank high on my list, but highest goes to 'Just Like Jessie James'. Ah, what must it feel like to belt out lines like "Cause if this heart is gonna break it's gonna take a lot to break it" on stage performing to a full house in Vegas? Almost makes me want to put on a wig and sing on stage.

Cher. She's got an incredible voice. She's the hottest 'matured' woman I know EVER. In fact, she could have started off the whole 'matured woman' category of porn. Her songs are great. Like total wow. Experiencing her in X-Files was a truly great experience. The fusion of X-files and Cher resulted in one of my favourite X-Files episode. Someone created a music video of 'Walking in Memphis' and 'Post-Modern Prometheus'. If you don't mind major spoilers of the episode (or if you've already watched it), do take a look at the video below. Truly one of television's highest points.

Friday, March 09, 2007

International Women's Day

Was yesterday. I wish to be dedicating this day (belatedly) to my late grandmother. She put the Fear Of God into me. I might not be a good Christian, but there is that Overwhelming Conscience in me which prevents me from doing shit like cheating on my girlfriend/wife. It's in my genes to sow my wild oats, but due to my upbringing due to my grandmother, that is no longer the case. I attribute my decidedly strange principles to her. She's been dead for so long, but I can still remember how she looks like. Sarong and old-fashioned hair-do and all. Late grandmother FTW.

Tuesday, March 06, 2007

Dead?

No. Just going through a funk. I hope this phase of extreme downtime is temporary. I would hate having to go through life like this. Working hours are now a horrible blur - not because I'm too busy, but because I'm seriously demotivated. That's what happens when you've come to believe that your own manager is out to kill you (or at least force you to resign). Last year around this time, I was insanely busy, but at least there was that grim satisfaction with my work. Now, I'll be happy if I can even gather enough will to push through my current workload. C'est true... people do end up leaving companies because of their managers.