As I approach the end of my long 2-year Diploma programme, I felt a sense of relief, knowing I'm almost done with the first stage of my tertiary education. Degree will get harder, but I'll cope somehow. The funny thing about me was, I could adapt to my surroundings pretty quick despite how unfavorable the situation is to me. Like the time when I went for my China trip back in December. I somehow flabbed my way through with my limited knowledge of Mandarin. And then there's the time when I was in KTAR about 3 years ago. The majority spoke in Mandarin although the medium of communication was English. The notices posted on my Pre-U board had very comical English, which is fun to read.
I actually dreaded this semester out of every single one I've been through. I've probably said this countless of times, but this is the real deal. I had 3 calculative subjects and 1 subject which requires databasing knowledge. Financial Accounting was pretty much a breeze, since I had taken Accounting back in secondary school. Management Accounting on the other hand, was different. Truth be told, I never did like accounting when I took it in secondary school. I had absolutely no idea what the Debit & Credit rule were, or which amount/item goes into where. But thanks to my lectuerer Mr. Lai, I never dreaded it as much as I used to. He sort of rekindled my interest in accounting. Somehow this time, I feel like I can really score for these 2 subjects.
Then there's my Business Statistics. I was just average in my math, but the fact that I had to re-use formulas and terms back from my Add Math subject in school made me regurtitate a little. I admit, solving complicated equations, summations, least square lines and whatnot are fun and all. I'm actually enjoying this subject much to my chargrin. I'm weird.
Last but not least, Management Information Systems. Fancy word for a fancy subject. But the fact is, it's mostly basic knowledge about computers, only this time the word 'data' is key here. Sometimes class gets so boring I actually want to skip them for the entirety of the semester. There's no real depth to this subject, just lots of reading and tutorials. Plus, the lecturer's gay, so my reasons are justified.
At this point, I just want to get my Diploma done and over with. I felt so left out and slow compared to my former course mates who've already en route to completing their diplomas/degrees. Also, if possible, I wanna get the hell out of this country ASAP.
Saturday, September 20, 2008
Saturday, August 30, 2008
Back into the fray
After almost 2 months of hiatus, I decided to at least try and save my poor dying blog from the brink of extinction. First of all, I apologize to those slobs waiting for me to post little tidbits to humor them. Actually, I did try to find some, but none were nifty enough to warrant a post here.
Tomorrow, we celebrate our nation's 51st Independence Day. It has been more than half a century since we gained freedom and independence from the British. The day the Union Jack was lowered and the day we raise our very own flag. The day when thousands flocked Stadium Merdeka to bear witness to a historic event. The day our founding Father Tunku Abdul Rahman raised his hand into the air and proclaimed Merdeka at the top of his lungs infront of his people. People were overjoyed, they have their very own identity and land to call their own. Things looked promising back then.
Yet, after 51 years, Malaysia, still a developing country, has fallen into uncertainty. Even after half a century has passed, we have not matured from our backwater village mentality. The 'rakyat' has been mislead, swayed, sweet-talked by our 'dedicated' politicians and government. We show our endless support for them, yet we are being treated as scum. We are simply tools at their disposal. They do not even view us as human beings.
I can't say this Merdeka will be a meaningful one. Events earlier this year have enraged the people nationwide. The March elections saw a devastating defeat for our coalition parties. The majority support for the Opposition this time has send a strong message, that the people want "CHANGE". Barely just 2 months ago, our petrol price has spiked to a costly RM2.70 / litre, putting the strain on wage earners and the low-income group. People already stretching their ringgit have been fucked over, turned over, and fucked again. Though a 20 cent reduction has been given to ease the rising prices, one can only hope our clever 'monkeys' in the Parliament doesn't fuck things up again and actually use their clever little brains to actually help the people who they have damned to the lowest depths of hell.
Budget 2009 served as a buffer, a desperate attempt by our intelligent simians to regain the people's trust in them by offering goodies in small packages. Existing sectors are getting a steady boost while those in poverty will be relieved off their sad state and be upgraded.
So what meaning does Merdeka hold this year? Absolutely nothing. Nil. Zilch. Zero. Kosong. Telur. I pray the rain will dampen our parade tomorrow. Maybe it could also flood and drown the people responsible for fucking us up in the first place. Yes, I'm looking at you people in the VIP section. You better bring more than just your brollies tomorrow.
Tomorrow, we celebrate our nation's 51st Independence Day. It has been more than half a century since we gained freedom and independence from the British. The day the Union Jack was lowered and the day we raise our very own flag. The day when thousands flocked Stadium Merdeka to bear witness to a historic event. The day our founding Father Tunku Abdul Rahman raised his hand into the air and proclaimed Merdeka at the top of his lungs infront of his people. People were overjoyed, they have their very own identity and land to call their own. Things looked promising back then.
Yet, after 51 years, Malaysia, still a developing country, has fallen into uncertainty. Even after half a century has passed, we have not matured from our backwater village mentality. The 'rakyat' has been mislead, swayed, sweet-talked by our 'dedicated' politicians and government. We show our endless support for them, yet we are being treated as scum. We are simply tools at their disposal. They do not even view us as human beings.
I can't say this Merdeka will be a meaningful one. Events earlier this year have enraged the people nationwide. The March elections saw a devastating defeat for our coalition parties. The majority support for the Opposition this time has send a strong message, that the people want "CHANGE". Barely just 2 months ago, our petrol price has spiked to a costly RM2.70 / litre, putting the strain on wage earners and the low-income group. People already stretching their ringgit have been fucked over, turned over, and fucked again. Though a 20 cent reduction has been given to ease the rising prices, one can only hope our clever 'monkeys' in the Parliament doesn't fuck things up again and actually use their clever little brains to actually help the people who they have damned to the lowest depths of hell.
Budget 2009 served as a buffer, a desperate attempt by our intelligent simians to regain the people's trust in them by offering goodies in small packages. Existing sectors are getting a steady boost while those in poverty will be relieved off their sad state and be upgraded.
So what meaning does Merdeka hold this year? Absolutely nothing. Nil. Zilch. Zero. Kosong. Telur. I pray the rain will dampen our parade tomorrow. Maybe it could also flood and drown the people responsible for fucking us up in the first place. Yes, I'm looking at you people in the VIP section. You better bring more than just your brollies tomorrow.
Monday, June 30, 2008
When I'm Gone
My blogging has been scarce. I hardly even touch it ever since my semester comes to an end. I was hammered with a fuckton of workload and the only thing keeping me sane is the occasional gaming session I have in between breaks.
This blog will now be on hiatus until I find more time (and stuff) to devote. I'll occasionally post random stuff just so some people I KNOW won't be bugging me day and night to insult/annoy/defame people I find sickening.
This blog will now be on hiatus until I find more time (and stuff) to devote. I'll occasionally post random stuff just so some people I KNOW won't be bugging me day and night to insult/annoy/defame people I find sickening.
Monday, June 16, 2008
My take on MGS4
It's been 5 days since I picked up my copy of MGS4 but didn't play it until 2 days later, because I was being an indecisive dick trying to decide if I should play after my exams or before. I chose the latter.
Critic mode ON:
Anticipating what promises to be a mind blowing game, I hurriedly booted up the game and gripped my DualShock 3 with so much eagerness. Now here's the catch. There was no install sequence. I was in a moment of joy because I didn't have to wait to start playing, but when I hit the "New Game" option, I got buttsecks-ed and was brought to an installing sequence. Not only was my joy short-lived, I had to sit there and watch Old Snake smoke on a cig while reading health warning messages and tips. I disregarded that because for a game of Kojima Productions, I'd be willing to even floss myself with glass-dusted thread.
The game had an excellent start-off, within minutes, I was thrown into a heated crossfire between rebels and PMCs and two-legged freaks of nature called Gekkos. Only thing was, I was mostly naked and had to dodge ever bullet and make a run for it into the next area map. Once I got my equipment, I was back to being the good 'old' Snake.
The graphics were orgasmic, the sounds were deafeningly real, the environment was very alive, and the engine for the game was cataclysmic. All that even on a CRT TV.
However one thing that put me off was the in-between chapters. Not only do I have to install (again) the next chapter, I had to watch Old Snake smoke another butt all over again with the same bible-like messages again like "Thou shalt not play for more than 1 hour." Instead, I got off the screen for awhile and flossed myself with a glass-dusted thread while I wait.
Like most MGS games, it prides itself on story and plot to advance. Mission briefings were conspicuously lengthy, but provided the needed details you need for the next chapter. In-game cutscenes were a godsend and was more than enough to put most Hollywood movies to shame. At some point, I being to feel deja vu sink in, no thanks to the occasional flashbacks when O was pressed. A considerably large chunk of gameplay and dialogue was taken from the past MGS series. Like in a mission where you're thrown into a jungle somewhere in South America and asked to sneak past enemy lines. You guessed it.
Other than the stealth and FPS-like gameplay, perhaps the most fun part for me was the chase fights which provided me with the same thrill as the bike chase in MGS3. Boss fights were revamped and provided much needed fanservice and eye candy. Not that I'm complaining.
Suffice to say, MGS4 was everything I'd expect from Kojima. From the gameplay to the tiniest of details and of course, Easter eggs, the man doesn't disappoint his fans.
Critic mode OFF
Critic mode ON:
Anticipating what promises to be a mind blowing game, I hurriedly booted up the game and gripped my DualShock 3 with so much eagerness. Now here's the catch. There was no install sequence. I was in a moment of joy because I didn't have to wait to start playing, but when I hit the "New Game" option, I got buttsecks-ed and was brought to an installing sequence. Not only was my joy short-lived, I had to sit there and watch Old Snake smoke on a cig while reading health warning messages and tips. I disregarded that because for a game of Kojima Productions, I'd be willing to even floss myself with glass-dusted thread.
The game had an excellent start-off, within minutes, I was thrown into a heated crossfire between rebels and PMCs and two-legged freaks of nature called Gekkos. Only thing was, I was mostly naked and had to dodge ever bullet and make a run for it into the next area map. Once I got my equipment, I was back to being the good 'old' Snake.
The graphics were orgasmic, the sounds were deafeningly real, the environment was very alive, and the engine for the game was cataclysmic. All that even on a CRT TV.
However one thing that put me off was the in-between chapters. Not only do I have to install (again) the next chapter, I had to watch Old Snake smoke another butt all over again with the same bible-like messages again like "Thou shalt not play for more than 1 hour." Instead, I got off the screen for awhile and flossed myself with a glass-dusted thread while I wait.
Like most MGS games, it prides itself on story and plot to advance. Mission briefings were conspicuously lengthy, but provided the needed details you need for the next chapter. In-game cutscenes were a godsend and was more than enough to put most Hollywood movies to shame. At some point, I being to feel deja vu sink in, no thanks to the occasional flashbacks when O was pressed. A considerably large chunk of gameplay and dialogue was taken from the past MGS series. Like in a mission where you're thrown into a jungle somewhere in South America and asked to sneak past enemy lines. You guessed it.
Other than the stealth and FPS-like gameplay, perhaps the most fun part for me was the chase fights which provided me with the same thrill as the bike chase in MGS3. Boss fights were revamped and provided much needed fanservice and eye candy. Not that I'm complaining.
Suffice to say, MGS4 was everything I'd expect from Kojima. From the gameplay to the tiniest of details and of course, Easter eggs, the man doesn't disappoint his fans.
Critic mode OFF
Thursday, June 12, 2008
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Of Clothes and Rackets
-----Random Topic #1-----
People often tell me I have no sense of fashion when I dress. Well up yours, people. You all probably live on the other side of the hemisphere and not know how fucking hot my place is. I would've taken the effort to dress up every now and then...if I weren't sweating bullets just after 10 minutes from my door. Despite how lazy I am, I actually have very active glands. Clothes are meant to be worn as a sign of image, that much I agree. But picture a guy on a sweltering hot afternoon in designer clothing near you with his deodorant mixed up with sweat and you'll probably lose your appetite for lunch or even decorate the walls with it. I wear clothes for practical reasons, not to flaunt my own body left and right, and besides in my college, nobody gives a fuck if you wear a kilt and blare a bagpipe and talk with a Scottish accent. They often just think they're prettier than you are, so much for YOUR effort to look good when nobody gives two hoots about you.
Of course, when the occasion calls for it, I take things to a different level. Despite everything I said, I'm actually very conscious about how I look and present myself, but I just cant give a damn when you ruin your best clothes before you can even show it off.
-----Random Topic #2-----
I don't understand my own people sometimes. Actually, I gave up understanding them ever since they fucked us all up. It was only recently that the Uber Cup and Thomas Cup were held in Jakarta, Indonesia. Having played a fair share of badminton in my adolescent years, I took the time to watch them play. I'm pleasantly surprised Malaysia held out so well this time...wait, I'm not here to talk about that. I'm talking about how my people hype things up whenever something happens. Around the time the tourneys are being held, I spotted a few people sweating it out on the courts in my neighborhood park. I mean, why only now? I never seen anyone gave a damn about badminton before the tourneys and suddenly all these people appear out of nowhere and start thinking they're like seasoned professionals, jumping, smashing, diving, looping, flipping, slipping, twisting and breaking their own bodies. And after all this 'heat' dies down, they toss their rackets aside to collect dust, never to be seen again after another 2 fucking years.
People often tell me I have no sense of fashion when I dress. Well up yours, people. You all probably live on the other side of the hemisphere and not know how fucking hot my place is. I would've taken the effort to dress up every now and then...if I weren't sweating bullets just after 10 minutes from my door. Despite how lazy I am, I actually have very active glands. Clothes are meant to be worn as a sign of image, that much I agree. But picture a guy on a sweltering hot afternoon in designer clothing near you with his deodorant mixed up with sweat and you'll probably lose your appetite for lunch or even decorate the walls with it. I wear clothes for practical reasons, not to flaunt my own body left and right, and besides in my college, nobody gives a fuck if you wear a kilt and blare a bagpipe and talk with a Scottish accent. They often just think they're prettier than you are, so much for YOUR effort to look good when nobody gives two hoots about you.
Of course, when the occasion calls for it, I take things to a different level. Despite everything I said, I'm actually very conscious about how I look and present myself, but I just cant give a damn when you ruin your best clothes before you can even show it off.
-----Random Topic #2-----
I don't understand my own people sometimes. Actually, I gave up understanding them ever since they fucked us all up. It was only recently that the Uber Cup and Thomas Cup were held in Jakarta, Indonesia. Having played a fair share of badminton in my adolescent years, I took the time to watch them play. I'm pleasantly surprised Malaysia held out so well this time...wait, I'm not here to talk about that. I'm talking about how my people hype things up whenever something happens. Around the time the tourneys are being held, I spotted a few people sweating it out on the courts in my neighborhood park. I mean, why only now? I never seen anyone gave a damn about badminton before the tourneys and suddenly all these people appear out of nowhere and start thinking they're like seasoned professionals, jumping, smashing, diving, looping, flipping, slipping, twisting and breaking their own bodies. And after all this 'heat' dies down, they toss their rackets aside to collect dust, never to be seen again after another 2 fucking years.
Wednesday, May 7, 2008
When I Was...
-----Random Topic #1-----
During college, I never had the luxury of time, especially during lunch hours. The most I have is about 1 hour before my next class begins, and fighting the lunch crowd is a struggle everyday. However, what ticked me off the most is that despite the small grace period between classes, I never found a little bit of peace when I'm eating. Here's why ; I was at my usual joint one day, and as I was gobbling my food down, this middle-aged Indian guy would stand nearby and start yapping away on his phone in Tamil. Now, it wouldn't be a problem, if he wasn't talking so loud. Apparently, I see this same guy each time I went there for lunch, never failing to show up. He would walk back and forth and yap away, oblivious to his surroundings. I also noticed a hint of of anger and disappointment in his tone when he talks. Once, another middle-aged Indian man told him off, saying he's disrupting everyone's lunch there. Glad to see some of us are still civic conscious. One must wonder if this guy even has a day job.
-----Random Topic #2-----
Today, I received an SMS from Dell saying my order will be delivered by tomorrow. I couldn't be more elated. I've been scheming for a new desktop to replace my 8 year old one, but decided to go for a lappy given the space constraints in my house. Now I can finally turn my cra-...antique PC over to my dad. Happy Early Father's Day, dad. =)
P.S. Last sentence in Topic 2 is a joke. I'll get you something dad, after I find one for mom.
P.S.A. Post title is totally meaningless, I couldn't put anything witty this time.
During college, I never had the luxury of time, especially during lunch hours. The most I have is about 1 hour before my next class begins, and fighting the lunch crowd is a struggle everyday. However, what ticked me off the most is that despite the small grace period between classes, I never found a little bit of peace when I'm eating. Here's why ; I was at my usual joint one day, and as I was gobbling my food down, this middle-aged Indian guy would stand nearby and start yapping away on his phone in Tamil. Now, it wouldn't be a problem, if he wasn't talking so loud. Apparently, I see this same guy each time I went there for lunch, never failing to show up. He would walk back and forth and yap away, oblivious to his surroundings. I also noticed a hint of of anger and disappointment in his tone when he talks. Once, another middle-aged Indian man told him off, saying he's disrupting everyone's lunch there. Glad to see some of us are still civic conscious. One must wonder if this guy even has a day job.
-----Random Topic #2-----
Today, I received an SMS from Dell saying my order will be delivered by tomorrow. I couldn't be more elated. I've been scheming for a new desktop to replace my 8 year old one, but decided to go for a lappy given the space constraints in my house. Now I can finally turn my cra-...antique PC over to my dad. Happy Early Father's Day, dad. =)
P.S. Last sentence in Topic 2 is a joke. I'll get you something dad, after I find one for mom.
P.S.A. Post title is totally meaningless, I couldn't put anything witty this time.
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