Da-Pian

One of the many ways in Mandarin to refer to human excrements. Also can be called 'fen pian' in a more polite way, or 'si' (which has the same pronunciation as 'death' in Mandarin).

Life's like that, mine not excluding. But maybe mine doesn't stink as much as some others do, but in a way it is crappy to me. Maybe I'm just too cynical towards the rest of the world around me, or maybe I'm just too bored. Or maybe both.

My social life is like that (I enjoyed my time with my close buddies, but I have problems dealing with strangers).

My health is like that (couple of years of abusing my health really show).

My classes are like that (perhaps just me, but it seems that my juniors are not getting any better).

My apartment unit is like that (apart from those 2 monkeys from Africa who made loads of noise EVERY FREAKING TIME, there's the lift which kept breaking down, water leaking and stuck toilet...).

My internet connection is like that (half the reason why I'm kinda lazy to update the blog nowadays).

My mood is like that (and this, honestly, I don't know exactly why, or perhaps too many reasons why).

Crap.

Good thing I still have a few things to keep my sanity in check. Like my DS, my phone and my PC. If not for those, I'd be doing something really mean.

Ah hell.

As I write this, I'm attempting to charge up the battery on the made-in-China LED torchlight my father just bought for me. Though I don't really need the use of such a torch, but he insisted I bring it over to the apartment 'for emergency purposes'.

And the design is, as my post here best describe, crap. It was so poorly designed that it couldn't be mounted in a stable position while recharging from a socket. It kept falling off the convert-from-China-powerplug-to-universal-powerplug thing.

And just a moment ago I thought I might've just caused something in the torch to burn in the process, because I didn't notice the torch's switch was triggered to 'ON' when I placed the battery to charge.

Adding that and the loose mounting, and suddenly 'SNAP', the lights just went on and off. Thought I smell something stinging too. And now I think the torch is dead. Can't get the lights to work even if I switch on.

Opened up inside to investigate. Can't see anything that's wrong, nor anything black from burning. In fact, the design of the whole thing was so simple that I begin to doubt whether it's worth the money spent on it. A bulk rechargable battery connecting to a simple switch connecting to a circuit board with 3 LEDs and 3 resistors. Looks too simple that I begin to doubt the safety in the design.

Still not working. There goes RM 15.90. What a piece of crap. Well, better that thing dead than ME being dead. I don't want my father to blame himself for buying me that crap hazard he thought he got as a good bargain.

'Traffic' Jam

3 times in a week. At this rate, I'd grow a beard and bump bricks with my head to get coins and weed.

Can't exactly point who it is, but there had been hints that it could be my foreign housemate(s) staying downstairs. What was done to the toilet to make it jam was beyond our imagination.

To add some extra flavour of horror, one of the times I found ash-green-coloured stools floating on top of the clogged water.



Yeap. This colour.

Seriously, what do they eat for a living to have this sort of alien stool ???

Ah well, they're gonna leave early next month, so hopefully along with plans to get someone to service the bown, the cloggings will stop.

WARRRRR

Yes. Enough is ENOUGH. I had enough of that particular African housemate of mine now.

I am going to drive him out, since :-

- he's not listening to what I've said to him and took heed
- he's being a dirty jerk for leaving laundry in the machine and garbage in the bin to ROT, and walking into the bathroom with his dirty-soled sandals
- he's not paying up the remainder of his rent, and his 'will pay tomorrow' never arrives at all after how many tomorrows
- and especially since THIS IS MAHHHH APARTMENT !!!

Practically his conduct is a DECLARATION of WAR against ME. And unfortunately I'm not the type to be willing to spare my enemies if there's no advantage for me to.

Dad wouldn't be pleased with my rallying (well I'm driving away the customer durrrr), but I don't care. When I want a person out, he's going to get out, one way or another, especially if it's FOR THE GREATER GOOD.

Mark my word - February 2009 is his FINAL month staying here. I will not allow him to stay in next month nor the future, even if my parents were to lament that there will be no one to take over the room. Absolutely - NO - Mercy.

Our Dear Dragonborn Paladin's Most Glorious Moment

And today's guest - from our awesome Warlock's point of view :-



Yes, he was hiding *UNDER* the canteen table healing himself. A Paladin doing that while the rest of us are doing the ferocious fighting. BRILLIANT.

Also memorable quotes from said Paladin :-

"You goblins are pissing me off ! You've shamed my kind !"

"I'm so going to one-shot kill them with my Dragonborn Breath !"

Stuff Dying

As the saying goes, bad things don't come to you alone.

First, it was my phone starting to show it's telltale time by giving me the 'Insert SIM card' message and kept barring me from using it. Gonna replace the phone this coming March.

Then, it was my PC telling me that my HDD (containing my song collections, PAIN) had corrupted files and directories. And running the CHKDSK had me unable to use the PC for a full 16 hours. Lost a few songs and files in the process, but fortunately I could get them back easily.

Next, the plastic placeholder for the motherboard's cooling fan broke again. Again as in, one of the clamping parts broke the last time and I had it held together with super glue. And now make that two clamping parts. Damn oxidising.

When it comes to electronical stuff, they seem to breakdown together in the same time on me. Blehh. Hopefully nothing else breaks this week.

All Out Gunsblazing

Almost all the fans of gun-related themes out there share the same dream - to one day dual-wield pistols in the most badass fashion, blasting the hell out of everyone and everything.

Blam blam blam blam, finishing off the rounds in your clip, release both the pistol's magazines, rapid reload, blam blam blam blam. Awesome.

Seeking to fulfill my own personal hunger to achieve this, I found my oppurtunity in the least stylish means - in the arcade. That's right, the arcade's lightgun shooter machines. Well of course to achieve my objective, I had to play it alone in the 2 player mode, which also means double the credits for it.

First time I tried it, it was on The House of the Dead 2. I only managed to survive with 2 hands until the first swarm of those monster leeches, and then I died before I could even reach the first boss.



Not awesome.

It isn't as easy as how it looks like. For one I have to coordinate both hands, for another I had to make sure both pistols still have ammunition to fire, and the most painful part was that I have to kill the enemies fast enough before they could kill me, a deadly on-a-spot-reaction challenge to which I sucked at the most. At times I wished I was playing Time Crisis instead because I can take cover in it.

Well, this experience was quite frustrating in a way, so I didn't indulge myself into this dual-wielding experience too much after that. Then the THOTD2 machine in that particular arcade was removed, and the only shooter machine I could do the dual wield on was that outrageous Ninja Assault machine. Still find the idea of Ninjas with pistols hard to swallow.

Ah well. Guess it will be some time after before I get to play dual-wield again.