Archive for August, 2006

For the lack of a more sarcasm filled entry…

Wednesday, August 23rd, 2006

1. I’ll respond with something random about you.
2. I’ll challenge you to try something.
3. I’ll pick a color that I associate with you.
4. I’ll tell you something I like about you.
5. I’ll tell you my first/clearest memory of you.
6. I’ll tell you what animal you remind me of.
7. I’ll ask you something I’ve always wanted to ask you.
8. If I do this for you, you must post this on yours.

    It’s a good thing so few people ever read/comment in my blog.

    Good hunting.

STUPID TEENAGE HORMONES

Monday, August 14th, 2006

    Did I ever mention I hate being a teenager? And that I hate teenagers? Really, if you look at it, we’re really all just arrogant, self centered, randy people. Seriously, I hate those teens you see walking around Gurney with dyed hair spiked so much it looks like it could be used as a leathal weapon, and girls wearing skirts so low it makes Madonna seem like, well, the Madonna (for those Catholics out there you should understand). But I digress, as much as I hate their outer appearance they seem to be a friendly enough lot once you get to know them (most of the time). But maybe it’s just a reflection on how I view my self as an awkward teen. If I were to say which US high school stereotype, I’d say I’m the angsty anti-popularity nerd/art kid. 

    Anyway, today was my first day at KDU. Boy, was it uncomfortable. I won’t tell you much since it’d probably bore you so much you’d get a blood clot in your brain, but this makes me realise I like my comfort zone a little too much. But then again, what’s wrong with that? I don’t wanna throw myself into something I’m uncomfortable with. Which brings me to my second point. I’m having regrets already about joining this programme. Like I said before, all because of stupid teenage hormones. So right now I’m sitting in my bedroom trying to justify my doubts and depression by blaming it on ADOLESCENT HORMONES!!!

    Where’s a happy pill when you need one? D:<

    Good hunting.

Venting

Sunday, August 6th, 2006

    Psychiatrist recommend venting frustrations and anger instead of bottling it up. So for the sake of my mental health, I shall now vent. The following might not be suitable for small children or big babies.

    GOD DAMN FUCKING SON OF BITCH! I FUCKING HOPE YOUR PENIS GETS DISMEMBERED IN A GORY AND PAINFUL MANNER SO THE WORLD DOESN’T HAVE TO SUFFER ANYMORE OF YOUR GENE POOL YOU GOD DAMN CUNT! GOOD BRAINCELLS WERE WASTED ON YOUR PATHETIC LITTLE LIFE. I HOPE A GOD DAMN TRUCK RUNS YOU DOWN AND CRUSHES THE EMPTY VESSEL WHICH IS YOUR HEAD. FUCKING ASSWIPE.

    There, I feel all better. =)

    Good hunting.

Crack, much?

Friday, August 4th, 2006

    Have you ever read a book so bad you feel the urgent need to bad mouth the author and defame the book entirely? Right, you’ve read my segway, so you probably know what’s going to ensue.

    The book in question is ‘Eyes of God’ by John Marco. Fans of the fantasy genre might think, "Hmm, nice title, cool cover" but seriously this book serves an expensive lesson that books should not be judge by their covers, no matter how cool looking they are.

    If one would turn to the first page of the book, you’ll see random quotations by apparent "book critics" who actually commend the book. Of course the actual critics are of obscure fame. Let me just show you one of the quotes:

    "This is no lightweight book. Marco’s characters are complex and multidimensional, and his seemingly simple story is a rich, complex exposition of high fantasy with an underlying brutal reality. This brutality is punctuated with Marco’s skill as a military writer-battle scenes in The Eyes of God are massive in scale while remaining rich in exquisite, personal detail."
                                                                                                                                                                                                    -Editors of Amazon.com

Alright, notice how they glorify the characters as "complex and multidimensional"? Well I don’t know what crack the editors of Amazon.com’s been smoking but the characters are anything BUT multidimensional. They are so 2-D I’d go so far as to say, they’re like the cut-out paper dolls that used to come out in old magazines where girls can play dress up with. And about "complex"? It’s about as complex as the plot of The Fast and The Furious (yes, ladies and gentlemen it really is that simplistic). Good guys are the stereotypical "Knight in shining armor" archtype, while bad guys usually turn out to be either the blundering buffoon or predictable final boss of every RPG. Come on, what about some mastermind playing the buffoon or the knight in shining armor that turns out to be a serial rapist and murderer? While I don’t particularly like Sephiroth of FFVII fame, he’s a better example of a complex character.

    On the subject of plots, the intricasies of the plot is well, unintricate. It’s so predictable even a dime store gypsy can see how the princess dies in the end. Oops, major spoiler there. Not that it makes much difference anyway. I saw that coming.

    Moving on, the setting of book is well fantasy, but seriously, Johnny boy must have gotten lazy after writing the second chapter of the book because in fantasy, I usually expect something more… fantasy-ish. Here’s a little peek into what "amazing" things await the reader in the book. There’s a dessert. In the dessert are people, people who apparently dress and behave like Arabians of old (or at least what we read in Arabian Nights). Even the women in the dessert cover themselves from head to toe in well, familiar garbs. Uncreative, very very uncreative.

    But I digress. i remember back in secondary school, there were English lessons (duhh), and during those lessons the teacher would sometimes ask us to write essays. Well, I remember those essays, or at least what they looked like, and I what I think is that Eyes of God is just one very very long essay written by a secondary school student, albeit one with a range of volcabulary and perfect grammar. So this is what I think, John Marco is nothing more than a child with delusions of grandeur, thinking his works can match up to masterpieces by the masters of fantasy such as R.A. Salvatore, Robin Hobb, George R. R. Martin & Raymond E. Feist. In the realm of fantasy, John Marco would be the village idiot. His works are simply lacklustre and insipid. It was a pain getting to chapter 10 and even that I only read parts and pieces of the book. I would go on and on about my apprehensions with the book, but I am simply too inarticulate to properly describe them. So I guess I’ll end here.

    Good hunting.

Yes, it’s back here

Tuesday, August 1st, 2006

    Finally Firefox has granted me access to Friendster once again, so I guess I can forget about LiveJournal(didn’t really like it anyway). Today, for once in about.. 3 weeks, I logged in to Friendster, had some friend request and while perusing through the person’s page, I saw this "adorable" little ad:
Ew

Like, ew. I so do not want to look at foot fungus while online. People need to come up with better ads, maybe have a perky little animated cartoon tube of foot fungus cream or whatever, saying stuff like "Got foot fungus? Then use me!" Yea, okay so it’s not exactly the wittiest line ever said -_-.

    Anyway, life’s been peachy these few weeks, got a job at Starbucks, my collegues are really fun to work with, and I don’t start class at KDU until the 14th.

    I also need to go buy the box set for Star Wars Episodes I,II & III, somehow my life does not feel complete until I own all 6 DVDs of the Star Wars saga.

    Another post of random, irrelevant happenings in my life, ahh.. it’s good to be back again.

    Good hunting.