Counter Strike

One may not know how crazy an IT staff (programmers/system analyst etc) can be. They may look professional and technically skillful, but look can be deceiving! Many do not know that their mind can be abnormal at times. Extra-ordinary should be the right word to describe them, but who am I to judge. After all, me myself is an idiotic programmer.

In a super normal afternoon, feeling sleepy as usual after having the normal lunch, I found myself staring at the monitor in front of me as if I'm waiting something to pop out of the screen. Diamond or cash in US dollar, maybe? Unfortunately, nothing came up except more problems with the system and the endless programming codes are flying around or playing hide and seek on the monitor screen. To make thing worse, the earphone that I put on my ears don't always keep me awake! Most of the time, even the loud and noisy tech-no songs turned to be the sweetest lullaby that always put me into the sleeping mode. Consequently, I found myself "pancing-ikan-ing" (fishing).

Suddenly, I heard the a familiar voice. Oh yes, it's a voice of Gtalk pop up message. Let's see what's the interesting conversation we'll have :

Scene 1

Calvin Klein : .......[+]
......[+]
Me : *INVISIBLE MODE*
Calvin Klein: ...........................[+]
.............[+]
DAMN... where is him???!!
Me : muahahahahaha... Ocean OGC-ing... (OGC-ing = masturbating)
Calvin Klein: BANG
Me : Oops!?
Calvin Klein : HITS OCEAN'S ROBOTIC KUKU
Me : Agagagagaga....

You die! Die! Die!

Scene 2

Me:...[+] (targeting)
.................[+]
Ocean Blue : (Jump! jump, squat, hide CK came out)
Me : ............[+]
Ocean : Ck Run~ CK no way to hide!!!
Me : *bang bang* CK nipples kena shot
Ocean : CK shout : "ARRHHH!" Ocean jump out! throw bomb to Ryan
Me : (avoiding)
Ocean : Fire in the hole! Ryan din aware the wall beside him, hit the wall!!*
Me : fuck!
Ocean : fall back to original place! BLOWWWW~~!!! Ryan KUKU BROKEN
Me: Throw back bomb at ocean
Ocean : miss throw to CK. This time CK kuku kena BOMB! no way to avoid! BLOWWWWW!!! Ocean is the final person who stand at the war!
Me: 0_0
Ocean : Warrior!
Me: IMPOSSIBLE!
Ocean : RYAN KUKU spoiled! CK nipples & kuku SPOILED!!

Yes, this is how it looks like when we're out of normal. You have no idea how funny it can be when we're typing and laughing at our stupidity. Funny as it may seem, we love to attack one's private parts (kuku, nipples, fat ass... etc, you name it!). And we have our own way of attack : "KUKU HEAD SHOT" for example! And you should know where we're attacking! Weapon doesn't really matter. It's totally up to our own imagination. Who knows, we could come up with new strategies and our own imaginary weapons! Look at what we have : Robotic KUKU?! Aren't we clever?!

Undoubtedly, it keeps me awake and I love doing it! So whenever you find me typing enthusiastically while smiling ever so evil-ly, then you should know... Counter Strike is ON!

* This post is specially dedicated to CK & Ocean who always save me from the boring and sleepy afternoon.

My toe

It was mere bad luck seriously. I attended a seminar last night somewhere near my house. Apparently I will sit for a Buddhist examination at the end of the year. So, having no time to read all the reference books and articles provided, I thought I should go for the so-called seminar-like revision study so at least I could do some revision there with others.

After going through that horrible 3 hours (well, not all speakers are professional speakers which caused all the boredom to the already exhausted me. Couldn't really blame them though as those speakers had tried their best to share), the seminar finally came to an end.

Of course, being the kind and helpful person I am (alright, not always I know), I thought I should help to keep all the tables and chairs to the store room. Putting the book I brought to my sister, I nonchalantly tried to fold the fold-able table. When I tried to bring down the table to another side so that I could fold it, the table suddenly slipped down (as the floor was too slippery) and the table just dropped on my right toe!

Ouch! I kept my mouth shut and the pain was just unbearable. Almost jumping around with pain, instead, I wave my legs around as if the pain would be shaken off. It took me awhile to finally got used to the pain and proceed to fold the table and brought it into the store room. Luckily there's no blood as there was no tear of skin. I am thankful of that. You have no idea how I hate to see blood! But it is obvious that I have a bruise on my right toe.

When I got home, I was told to massage my toe with some oil (not sure what kind of oil it was!). Yes, massage the toe. Crazy as it sound as it will cause so much pain. Having not much choice, I pour the oil onto my toe and start massage it. Slowly and softly of course fearing that I could not bear the pain. And I felt ok. Not as pain as I thought. But when I start to massage it a little harder, gosh, the pain was just beyond explanation. Never really scream out loud though. I thought I still could cope with that.

However, the more I massage, the more better I felt. And at some point I find the pain is addicting. Hahaha... Crazy as it might have sounded. But seriously I kept on massaging it until I could feel the pain slowly subsided (or perhaps I already got used to it).

So, today the bruise is even worse. My sister's boyfriend told me that it is normal. Expected. It shows that the blood is circulating and that it is a sign of recovering. But I have to keep on massaging twice a day until the bruise is gone.




Now, no choir for me today. I stayed home all day reading those novels I bought recently. I have had a good rest. No shoe for me for a few days. But don't worry, I can still walk independently. Just don't make me run, please!

Gosh, it's time to massage my toe now!

The End of Fish Killing

I have killed four fishes!

Yes! I did! I am such a mean, cruel, inhumane and stone-hearted creature! All the fishes I bought had been killed! How? By suffocating them in a filthy water without sufficient oxygen!

Well, it was my first time feeding fishes on my own. Despite having large aquarium in my house last time, my father was the one who take care of all the water-cleaning, feeding and so on. I was just being the naughty one scaring the fish away by knocking on the glassed aquarium.

And now, all the fishes which I intentionally wanted to keep them alive had all died. Due to the lack of knowledge on taking care of the fishes in the fish tank. Beside feeding them daily and add some anti-chlorine each time I change the water, the fishes needs sufficient oxygen to breath. I was naive enough to think that putting lotsa grasses in the water would provide sufficient oxygen to the fishes. Unfortunately, not only the oxygen was not enough, the fishes have difficulty to swim through the water full of grasses. To make thing worse, I can't see the fishes at all because the grass has covered everything.

Not going to give up, I bought another two fishes last night (bigger in size) and brought them to the office today. Before lunch time, another fish died! Disappointed and feeling all guilty and sinful, the expert in the office (actually an office boy I would say) offered to help me buy an oxygen pump and a new fish tank for me. So, right after lunch time, I got the whole set of necessary equipment to keep my fishes alive.

Those equipment includes a new fish tank, food and air-pump. The office boy even bought me another 4 cute little fishes (knowing that all my fishes are gonna die soon). And guess what, all those things only cost me RM 20!!! That's freaking cheap!

So here are my new fishy home :




I am so glad to see that now my fishy fish fish all look very healthy and energetic. They even chase each other in that spacious new tank. Look! Now I only have a small amount of grass and a few colour stone to light up the environment.

Hmm... now I can enjoy my fishes swimming freely. One thing for sure, having that new tank on the table is just a lovely distraction!

Merdeka Day Performance Rehearsal

Yippie I was there at Stadium Merdeka to witness the not-so-significant event of performances rehearsal for the celebration of 50th National Day. I was informed that the rehearsal start at 7pm. But there's no way that I could reach the venue at 7pm. Besides I only want to see the last performance of the whole performance. So I estimated the performance I want to watch is gonna start around 9:30pm to 10pm.

In that case, after work I went to the California Fitness to have an hour of gym session, pumping and stressing every possible body muscles I have so I would bulk up! (Watch out! As if the next Incredible Hulk is on the way!) After that I enjoyed a short moment of sauna and steam, took my shower and waited at the lobby with my sister's boyfriend for my sister, who was taking KTM, changed monorail to meet us.

We waited almost half an hour to finally see her and we went to IZZI Restaurant to have our dinner. Poor my sister, ain't gonna let her eat mamak after all the way from home to to KL. It took almost 1 and a half hour for her to reach here! Stupid Malaysian public transport! I don't think it will improve any sooner. All of us should start sending tonnes of complaint letters to the pertaining ministry! ~ "We care, therefore we complain!"

Anyway, back to our IZZI Restaurant, we ordered pretty lotsa food. As we got to know that using HSBC or Citibank credit card will have 50% off for a single receipt which is more than RM 100. Oh, we ordered a few expensive food and make sure they exceeded RM 100 so we could enjoy the discount.

So the following are what we ordered:







All the above cost RM 106.60 (exclusive gov. tax). So we got to enjoy 50% off and we only need to pay RM 55.97 (inclusive gov.tax). That's so freaking cheap! Next time should bring my family there.

After that we took the monorail and headed to Stadium Merdeka. When reached there, I couldn't find my dad who was already there. So we found ourselves a place to stand (yeah no more seat as the place was crowded already!). Surprisingly, the performance rehearsal not yet started. Some group we still having some practice. Later I found out from a friend Koon Loong (who was a volunteer there) that they were all waiting for the Prime Minister. Great VVIP!

We didn't have to wait long to see the PM finally arrive and the whole rehearsal started. I ain't gonna go into detail about everything. Basically the whole performance is based on the 5 Prime Minister. So there are 5 big grand performance ended with the most fantastic performance by SGM (Soka Gakkai Malaysia) group.

I didn't really took much photos at the beginning of the show as my phone was running out of battery. I have to save the best for the last! Let's have a look on what I have here:












Finally when talk about the 5th Prime Minister, SGM group performers appeared and filled up the middle field.

MERDEKA KE-50

MODAL INSAN

MISI 2057

Once again, I am deeply touched by the SGM performance. The performers successfully proved again that unity can achieve greater things. I saw the discipline, the energy of youth and the mission they carry to bring joy, hopes and happiness to everyone there. I felt their enthusiasm. I felt their passion. I could imagine their every practice under the merciless sun or the heavy rain. But they never gave up. And the pressed on steadfastly. And the result are undoubtedly fabulous! Wonderful! Amazing! Fantastic!

I felt great and lucky to be there to witness the rehearsal. I couldn't really enjoy watching the great performance as I was busy taking photos. But I can watch it on TV on the actual day. Now thanks to my new cellphone for being able to capture better quality photos. Love it so much! Muacks!

Can't wait to see the actual performance on TV on the 31st August 2007. I am praying earnestly that the performance will be a very very successful one! An even better performance! Also praying hard that all the performers are in good health and have the wisdom and courage to overcome whatever obstacles that might comes in their way!

Proud to be SGM member! Proud to be Malaysian!

Malaysiaku Gemilang!