(The story below is truly 100% fiction and any resemblance to real life events are genuinely a coincidence. User discrition is strong advised and the author shall not hold any responsibilities whatsoever for performing a fictional piece of story telling. )
As the world once again falls into turmoil, where religious groups raise up as part of a new world order to fight their own holy wars against people who don't believe in them, Malaysia, a place where historically was a multi-cultural country has turned upside down.
Now, being runned by the UMNO government, non-muslims are being heavily penalised. The UMNO government was once in an alliance with other racial parties, but ever since a radical hardcore muslim came to power after the political assasination of the previous prime minister, it has been fundamentally transformed the laws to suit its own purpose. Law after law; the Internal Security Act (Revised) was passed, 66-63; Islamic Law Bill was with even less opposition, 91-38; and the most recent Non-muslim Regulation Act went through like a breeze, due to the absorption of more and more extremist Muslims. Soon, before the people knew it, the original government that they had once known, once racist, corrupt and discriminating, became underground, lawless and ruthless.
The Malaysian Chinese and Indians were the main victims of the exodus. Those who could had afforded it, and if they realised early enough, had fled the country... where it religion did not take on such a discriminating role. China and India, where many of the ancestors of the fleeing Malaysian came from hunreds of years ago, had troubles of their own with the various pockets of extremist in their vast land. Even the United States of America, the once great glorious free nation, was heavily bogged down by its national debt and inflation, and almost led to the near bankrupcy of the nation's economy. The white knight who came to save it: a legion of Middle-Eastern countries. But at a dear price indeed that ensured that the American economy would bow down to kiss the vast lands of sands, sent down a rapidly spiraling cycle and never to rise again.
Mass immigrations occured into America. And to the contrary of the hosts, the influx of Middle-Easterns into their mix did not turn out as well as they had liked. Idealogies clashed like the conservatives and the modern, the religious and the free-loving. Out of desperation, white supremist communities took it against themselves to get rid of the foreigners... starting from the South. Martial law was imposed but the more the oppressed were oppressed, the more violent they became. Soon, the situation spread and became too big to handle. America stood divided.
With the loss of its leader, the World had lost its direction and plunged into darkness. Russia, China and India had once tried to claim global supremacy but India, closely tied economically to America and its allies, fell soon after the American economy collapsed. Russia had now been too weak with China to oppose its military muscle, surely not after China had successfully launched a series of wars, massacres and imposition of unfair treaties (which curiously started too soon after the fall of America) to obtaining the rich, resources from the lands of Russia that greedy, hungry China had always eyed, akin to the fairytale Gollum of an Asian descent and the phoney Ring Ring.
Things did not happen so dramatically after all, in the once peaceful nation of Malaysia, used to be known for its tolerant, but a bit too silent people, who normally went around minding their own daily lifes unless it affect them too much, like a RM0.20 (now 250 yuan or US$0.33) increase in petrol (an obsolete technology used to power ecars) or when a football club wins a championship in a land located half away around the globe. It started with the slight realisation that the new leader in place were starting to brainwash the younger generations of a "supreme" race, or the "superior and correct" religion, and the people were gradually seeing campaigns, out in the blantant open dessimination of religious content. Drastically came the government swooping down on the nationalisation of numerous corporations holding cash-rich assets or precious resources to boost up the its "capabilities". Overnight, the government fed the military with cash, cash and more cash till it was bloated and couldn't think anymore.
The distinct separation of Muslims and non-Muslims was just a matter of time. Using Allah as its excuse, the courts came down hard on non-Muslims, damning them as being unequitable to live in the same country as its glorious natives and of the right religion. "Reject the inferior people," they ruled, "They were once visitors - they still were and they don't deserve the same rights as us!" Non-Muslims were moved out of their house, workplaces; schools and their communities, rounded up, segregated and contained within their own, in various designated city centres located across the country. They were constantly harassed of their supposed slavery to the proper religion, often a subject of crimes like robbery, rape and even murder.
Of course, one way for saving yourself, they promised, was to declare Islam as your new religion and Allah as your only God. You had to study the Qur'an, pass a examination and constantly be seen to only follow strict acts of Islam. Religious officers were empowered to check your house without notice for non-Religious idols, or to privately "pass judgement" if you had contravened the Law. Factually, you were still being treated as a second class converted Muslim.
A huge riot erupted when plans were unveiled that non-Muslim children were being kidnapped from their homes to be sent to Special Schools for such children to be raised and converted into a Muslim. This led to an short but brief up-rising of non-Muslim civil right campaigners, to be called in their own terms, or "rebels" they were otherwise named. This gave the minorities hope, a brief glimmer of hope; but their hope was quicked drenched. The Government, using the revised ISA long ago passed for such an merry and opportunous occasion and in place as a facade, quickly indiscriminately picked out by the collar, by arrests and tortures, of such activists, and none, even the truly innocent were spared.
And one of them, was an activist called Chao Chui Howe.
And in the words of Chao Chui Howe,
"I'm tired, so I'm going to bed."
Yawn. Nights!
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Saturday, January 09, 2010
Wednesday, April 01, 2009
One stormy night,
thunder striked across the black sky,
like one that you would see of one at the bowling ally...
And the wind blew,
like one that you would see of the colour of the sky...
There was a man,
in a car,
trapped on Jalan Ampang.
Not in a glass jar, but in a traffic jam.
He was impatient, restless and uncertainty sure,
as he sat still but his eyebrows danced,
as he rapped his fingers noisily against the silent engine whirl.
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He looked up, and squinted ahead,
people were burning up bankers who were dead.
He knew he was late, and he could not wait.
His wife was in labour, for christ sake!
He unlocked the door and jumped his car,
He took out his handpone and thought afar:
"Hello dear! You hold on,
I'll be there before you're gone
'I always hoped that you would die
I would take your money and not cry'
but the line did not get through, he got a dead tone,
'Cos knncb, he was using Celcom!
He managed to reach the hospital on foot,
although he did use both as fast as he could.
Hurriedly, he rushed to the counter of the reception
Vaguely, she pointed to the room of the direction
He ran in, slamming the door open in the process
Next to his still wife stood a nurse in a pretty dress
But that wasn't the point, no it wasn't!
The graph on the respirator had plateu'd, yes it had!
'I'm sorry,' the doctor said,
'We have really done our best.'
'No, no don't be sorry,' the man said,
'Now I can finally take a rest.'
And out of the baby's mouth, came:
"NIA MAH, YOU TAKE SO LONG TO COME MEH!?"
And that was the beginning, of the Curious Case of Hooligan Howe.
P.S. If you have no idea what I'm babbling about, see here.
thunder striked across the black sky,
like one that you would see of one at the bowling ally...
And the wind blew,
like one that you would see of the colour of the sky...
There was a man,
in a car,
trapped on Jalan Ampang.
Not in a glass jar, but in a traffic jam.
He was impatient, restless and uncertainty sure,
as he sat still but his eyebrows danced,
as he rapped his fingers noisily against the silent engine whirl.
------
He looked up, and squinted ahead,
people were burning up bankers who were dead.
He knew he was late, and he could not wait.
His wife was in labour, for christ sake!
He unlocked the door and jumped his car,
He took out his handpone and thought afar:
"Hello dear! You hold on,
I'll be there before you're gone
'I always hoped that you would die
I would take your money and not cry'
but the line did not get through, he got a dead tone,
'Cos knncb, he was using Celcom!
He managed to reach the hospital on foot,
although he did use both as fast as he could.
Hurriedly, he rushed to the counter of the reception
Vaguely, she pointed to the room of the direction
He ran in, slamming the door open in the process
Next to his still wife stood a nurse in a pretty dress
But that wasn't the point, no it wasn't!
The graph on the respirator had plateu'd, yes it had!
'I'm sorry,' the doctor said,
'We have really done our best.'
'No, no don't be sorry,' the man said,
'Now I can finally take a rest.'
And out of the baby's mouth, came:
"NIA MAH, YOU TAKE SO LONG TO COME MEH!?"
And that was the beginning, of the Curious Case of Hooligan Howe.
P.S. If you have no idea what I'm babbling about, see here.
Sunday, January 25, 2009
The Death of a King.
Silently he crept around the dark corner, eagle-like eyes peering from the edge like a sun rising upon the horizon. Gleaming knife in hand, he approach the dimly lit throne from the back. The old king was deep in sleep and heard not the echos of his assailant's hoofs upon the stone gray floor, nor the heavy breathing that trailed the devilish gleam of a blade.
He adhered his body to the back of the throne and rose his blade up high. Without a single hesitation, he plunged it from the front right deep into his victims' throat. The King, o mighty he once was, albeit now old and weak, was jolted out of his sleep. Garbling and struggling at the sudden attack, he could afford only a little glance to his assasin's face. Shout he could not, only gasps exhaled, and seconds later, his snake-veined hands fell asides lifelessly, face fixed in shock at the face of the man who had stabbed him.
The assailant, with the old King's painful death, pulled the dagger out and flicked it with a swing of a wrist. Blood of red royalty spattered over the stones of gray. He pushed the dead body over like a rat and it collapsed onto the foot of the throne. The assailant sat himself down upon the throne, as the guards arrived and were shocked by the destiny that had befalled their kingdom.
"Fear not!" said the stranger who stood up from his newly proclaimed throne. The guards confused, turned their focus to him and yet in the place of the Assasin there stood no more. There he poised, proud and erect, drawing his sword from its shealth, gleaming in jewel and ruby; his hood was cast back and his black hair was blowing in the wind, a light was in his eyes: a king returning from exile to his own lands.
"I am 阿牛 (Mr Cow), son of 母牛 (Mother Cow), and I am back after 12 years of exile! "
新年来咯！
(new year is here lo!)
新年来咯！
(new year is here lo!)
"Mooooooo~"
Hope you enjoyed the story above, inspired by the Lord of the Rings "trilogy" that I'm currently reading. May my readers enjoy a Happy Chinese New Year ahead, achieving excellence in all that you do. And may I receive my wishes and to let my blogging and photography skills improve!
Thanks for reading! :D
Next up I should be updating my Ireland trip already (like, finally right?). Stay tuned!
He adhered his body to the back of the throne and rose his blade up high. Without a single hesitation, he plunged it from the front right deep into his victims' throat. The King, o mighty he once was, albeit now old and weak, was jolted out of his sleep. Garbling and struggling at the sudden attack, he could afford only a little glance to his assasin's face. Shout he could not, only gasps exhaled, and seconds later, his snake-veined hands fell asides lifelessly, face fixed in shock at the face of the man who had stabbed him.
The assailant, with the old King's painful death, pulled the dagger out and flicked it with a swing of a wrist. Blood of red royalty spattered over the stones of gray. He pushed the dead body over like a rat and it collapsed onto the foot of the throne. The assailant sat himself down upon the throne, as the guards arrived and were shocked by the destiny that had befalled their kingdom.
"Fear not!" said the stranger who stood up from his newly proclaimed throne. The guards confused, turned their focus to him and yet in the place of the Assasin there stood no more. There he poised, proud and erect, drawing his sword from its shealth, gleaming in jewel and ruby; his hood was cast back and his black hair was blowing in the wind, a light was in his eyes: a king returning from exile to his own lands.
"I am 阿牛 (Mr Cow), son of 母牛 (Mother Cow), and I am back after 12 years of exile! "
------
新年来咯！
(new year is here lo!)
新年来咯！
(new year is here lo!)
"Mooooooo~"
Hope you enjoyed the story above, inspired by the Lord of the Rings "trilogy" that I'm currently reading. May my readers enjoy a Happy Chinese New Year ahead, achieving excellence in all that you do. And may I receive my wishes and to let my blogging and photography skills improve!
Thanks for reading! :D
Next up I should be updating my Ireland trip already (like, finally right?). Stay tuned!
Friday, October 10, 2008
The Story of An Accountant.
Today, ah-boys and ah-girls, Chunhowe-shushu wanna tell you a story of a Young Accountant:
*cue wavy waters and sound of harp*
Once, there was this Accountant who lived in this very rich and expensive country. Even so, He lived frugally (at least he thought so) and kept an record of his expenses as much as he could every month.
All was well, until one month where he thought that he had excess savings and overspent slightly here and there. So at the end of the month, he thought that his books should balance and at the most, he should be slightly in the red.
However, to his horror! He went through his papers and realised that his estimates were way of the mark. The entire month had been full of happiness and joy that he had not only blew his budget, but also overspent into the next month! Horrified, he closed up the accounts of that month as fast as he could. He didn't dare to check if the previous month's estimates. It wouldn't do anymore things to it but to pile more misery.
So, he off-ed his laptop, and tried to sleep, but couldn't sleep. So he watched a movie, but he didn't know it was a 2 hour movie that he had downloaded. So he woke up the next day late for class and feeling sleepy. Out of desperation, he bought a huggeeeee cup of coffee and couldn't sleep that night too.
Moral of the story: Blarrrdy hell...! The more you know about your finances, the more it hurts.
And, Ignorance is NOT bliss. Ignorance is pure retardedness. People who can afford to remain ignorant about finances are pure lucky. Like me.
ps. there goes my year end holidays.
pss. I need to get a job soon. A fulltime one, btw, considering that I'm graduating next year.
psss. Any resemblence to any persons or objects, dead or alive is truly fictional. We apologise for any inconvenience caused.
pssss. NO HOLIDAYS!!! ARGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!
*cue wavy waters and sound of harp*
Once, there was this Accountant who lived in this very rich and expensive country. Even so, He lived frugally (at least he thought so) and kept an record of his expenses as much as he could every month.
All was well, until one month where he thought that he had excess savings and overspent slightly here and there. So at the end of the month, he thought that his books should balance and at the most, he should be slightly in the red.
However, to his horror! He went through his papers and realised that his estimates were way of the mark. The entire month had been full of happiness and joy that he had not only blew his budget, but also overspent into the next month! Horrified, he closed up the accounts of that month as fast as he could. He didn't dare to check if the previous month's estimates. It wouldn't do anymore things to it but to pile more misery.
So, he off-ed his laptop, and tried to sleep, but couldn't sleep. So he watched a movie, but he didn't know it was a 2 hour movie that he had downloaded. So he woke up the next day late for class and feeling sleepy. Out of desperation, he bought a huggeeeee cup of coffee and couldn't sleep that night too.
Moral of the story: Blarrrdy hell...! The more you know about your finances, the more it hurts.
And, Ignorance is NOT bliss. Ignorance is pure retardedness. People who can afford to remain ignorant about finances are pure lucky. Like me.
ps. there goes my year end holidays.
pss. I need to get a job soon. A fulltime one, btw, considering that I'm graduating next year.
psss. Any resemblence to any persons or objects, dead or alive is truly fictional. We apologise for any inconvenience caused.
pssss. NO HOLIDAYS!!! ARGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!
Thursday, October 02, 2008
11 Reasons Why Chunhowe thinks He is Destined for Awesomeness.
1. Some say, that the Big Bang caused the birth of the universe. Others say, it was Chunhowe's birth who caused the Big Bang.
2. The day that was bornt, the Soviet Union collapsed in awe of his sheer awesomenessity.
3. It was said that China had 5 big inventions; the gunpowder, the compass, the paper, the printing and the Chunhowe.
4. Legends say that Chunhowe is the main character in the book Kakashi reads, Come Come Paradise.
5. Legends say that Kakashi has a potrait of Chunhowe by his bedside.
6. Legends say that Kakashi IS Chunhowe.
7. Chunhowe was borned in the year of the Snake, in the month of the Aquarius, the day of the Apple and the hour of Zeus. What does that mean? I dunno, 'cause no one has ever seen anything like THAT before.
8. Chunhowe once told so many lies that no one believed him anymore, in which he would turn green in anger. That's where Marvel got the inspiration for the In-credible Hulk.
9. Chunhowe's mum used to say that Chunhowe could do nothing. But nothing is impossible. Thus, Chunhowe can do the impossible! :D
10. The 2004 tsunami originated from a clap Chunhowe made. With his hands tied.
11. Chunhowe was being sent in time to stop the planes crashing into the NY Twin Towers. He used the fingernail on his pinky to block both planes and the Twin Towers collapsed out of sheer amazement.
2. The day that was bornt, the Soviet Union collapsed in awe of his sheer awesomenessity.
3. It was said that China had 5 big inventions; the gunpowder, the compass, the paper, the printing and the Chunhowe.
4. Legends say that Chunhowe is the main character in the book Kakashi reads, Come Come Paradise.
5. Legends say that Kakashi has a potrait of Chunhowe by his bedside.
6. Legends say that Kakashi IS Chunhowe.
7. Chunhowe was borned in the year of the Snake, in the month of the Aquarius, the day of the Apple and the hour of Zeus. What does that mean? I dunno, 'cause no one has ever seen anything like THAT before.
8. Chunhowe once told so many lies that no one believed him anymore, in which he would turn green in anger. That's where Marvel got the inspiration for the In-credible Hulk.
9. Chunhowe's mum used to say that Chunhowe could do nothing. But nothing is impossible. Thus, Chunhowe can do the impossible! :D
10. The 2004 tsunami originated from a clap Chunhowe made. With his hands tied.
11. Chunhowe was being sent in time to stop the planes crashing into the NY Twin Towers. He used the fingernail on his pinky to block both planes and the Twin Towers collapsed out of sheer amazement.
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
London Zoo and All My Friends! (part 2)
OKKKK... continue from last Friday, we go on the introduce my friends from the Zoo!
This one is my good buddy from a long time ago, Dodo the dunno-what-bird.
Yes, yes must promote a bit. Sikit only mah...
But this friend o' mine lagi terror... Mr Tony Fernandes employed butterflies to promote his AirAsia X brand also.
But I don't think the original logo look like that right?
This is Mr Edison and Ms Chen.
Their pornography kena spread onto the internet already. Muahahaha!
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And last but not least, we got.. Oh wait, shit. She angry already.
Okay lah, that's all for introducing my friends. Now let's start with the proper London Zoo post. Oh wait, I'm damn tired already. Okay la, continue blog tomorrow k? See ya!
(Actually finish already. If you really thought there was more, well, shows how much you like my blog right??? X) it's ok, a lot of people do too. xP )
This one is my good buddy from a long time ago, Dodo the dunno-what-bird.
Yes, yes must promote a bit. Sikit only mah...
But this friend o' mine lagi terror... Mr Tony Fernandes employed butterflies to promote his AirAsia X brand also.
But I don't think the original logo look like that right?
This is Mr Edison and Ms Chen.
Their pornography kena spread onto the internet already. Muahahaha!
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.
.
And last but not least, we got.. Oh wait, shit. She angry already.
Okay lah, that's all for introducing my friends. Now let's start with the proper London Zoo post. Oh wait, I'm damn tired already. Okay la, continue blog tomorrow k? See ya!
(Actually finish already. If you really thought there was more, well, shows how much you like my blog right??? X) it's ok, a lot of people do too. xP )
Saturday, September 20, 2008
London Zoo and All My Friends! (part 1)
So okie la, enough preludes already. If I add one more I think my blog can form a musical already. So okie-do. Let's beginning the post on my trip to the London Zoo!
But first, you know that the currency exchange rate is super duper expensive for the pound right? So I first went to make some "connections" to ensure that I got cheap cheap tickets... Grateful to my friends in the zoo, I first wanna introduce them to you!
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Starting with... My first friend of the day, Fishy, the Familiar Fish!
He is damnnnn familiar right?
Then we have Sissy the Searching Seahorse..
Help him find can?
Then next got Sai Sai the Shy-Shy Clownfish!
Then after that erm, He-who-declines-to-be-Named.
Not here lo. Ask someone else.
Next up, we have Happy the Smiling Komodo Dragon.
X)
We have next, Bruce Lee the Dramatic Monkey/but dunno what monkey!
Don't know why his mouth open so big also.
Then we have Orange25 the Cute Penguin Clan...
The Cute Penguin Clan is atrocious for the extreme sports in the Animal world... Surfboarding, singing, and happyfeeting etc.
See? They just formed a Sychronised Swimming team! London Olympics 2008 ok?
Next, we have Circus, the Acrobatic erm, Thingie! xD
Like Batman only, come in from ceiling one!
Then, we got Toot, the Tunneling Owl!
This guy is damn cute ok? He can run super fast one. Can run, can fly, like Superman already. Omg! Superman cannot run somemore! Superman can only fly right?
(blogger takes a rest from editing the pictures too much, updates to Part 2 on next Tuesday)
Read Part 2 here
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But first, you know that the currency exchange rate is super duper expensive for the pound right? So I first went to make some "connections" to ensure that I got cheap cheap tickets... Grateful to my friends in the zoo, I first wanna introduce them to you!
.
.
.
Starting with... My first friend of the day, Fishy, the Familiar Fish!
He is damnnnn familiar right?
Then we have Sissy the Searching Seahorse..
Help him find can?
Then next got Sai Sai the Shy-Shy Clownfish!
Then after that erm, He-who-declines-to-be-Named.
Not here lo. Ask someone else.
Next up, we have Happy the Smiling Komodo Dragon.
X)
We have next, Bruce Lee the Dramatic Monkey/but dunno what monkey!
Don't know why his mouth open so big also.
Then we have Orange25 the Cute Penguin Clan...
The Cute Penguin Clan is atrocious for the extreme sports in the Animal world... Surfboarding, singing, and happyfeeting etc.
See? They just formed a Sychronised Swimming team! London Olympics 2008 ok?
Next, we have Circus, the Acrobatic erm, Thingie! xD
Like Batman only, come in from ceiling one!
Then, we got Toot, the Tunneling Owl!
This guy is damn cute ok? He can run super fast one. Can run, can fly, like Superman already. Omg! Superman cannot run somemore! Superman can only fly right?
(blogger takes a rest from editing the pictures too much, updates to Part 2 on next Tuesday)
Read Part 2 here
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Tuesday, September 16, 2008
London Zoo Prelude: The story of Lonely the Lonely Penguin
Just came back from London Zoo, damn gao tired! Did the Lonely the Lonely Penguin dialougue for fun, haha!
If you wanna try putting your own dialogue, you can do it and get the blank one here. rmbr to post yours on your blog or smth!
Friday, September 12, 2008
Indiana Howe and the Temple of Greater Doom.
I climbed up the stairs of the Temple of Doom, slicing past all meddlesome waist-tall weeds along the way with my trusty machete. It must have took long, for the sun had raised over my head by then. If you're wondering, I had lost my watch when I crossed the River of Gustav, lost my glasses when crossing the Gorge of Victoria, and lost my erection while watching the Videos of Gay Porn.
Alast, I finally reached the entrance to the temple, but I couldn't open the wooden doors - it was stuck from the inside, probably blocked by a fallen column. Just when all efforts were about to go in vain, i spotted a tiny opening in the wall right next to the entrance of the stairway I climbed up earlier.
I made my way immediately. The sun was about to set (I spent quite a lot of time on the doors, lol). I had to make it back before bedtime or Blossom, Bubbles and Buttercup would kill me. Unfortunately, fate seem to evade me as I couldn't fit in. Desperate, I called for my last weapon.
"Transform... Into Orang Minyak!"
Yea, and I managed to squeeze in.
Inside the 'tunnel' was a complete pitch back. I couldn't even see my fingers!! Oh yea, I'm orang minyak... of course I couldn't see my fingers, in black oil wut. Sheepishly, I cleaned myself of the black oil and stored it up for my transformation next time. Bloody oil prices.
I continued my trek in, not knowing what to expect; giant lego boulders? giant mosquitos? sodomising politicians!? ARGHH! my imagination was in overrun, I had to admit, but had disappointed myself when I reached a double wooden door.
Now, this looked suspicious, I thought. Temples of Dooms do not have medieval-castle-like door. As adventurous as I was, I pushed the doors open, not knowing what inside would befall me.
Inside was a large room, all empty, except for an old, white man with his back facing me sitting in the center with a desk. His table was full of piles of paper, stacked high messily. Aware that the door had opened, he slowly spun around, and asked:
"I've been waiting for you, my son.
Are you here for the Oxford Brookes Project?"
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Yay, I finished my second meeting with my mentor. I know Willy's already submitted his copy, but patience, my dear, for patience brings about great things =D. In short, this meeting was much better than the first, at least he got a better impression of me, I thought.
Anyways, YAY! A short rest more. Let me sleep in tmrw (as usual), and I'll be up on my feets again!
Anyways, YAY! A short rest more. Let me sleep in tmrw (as usual), and I'll be up on my feets again!
Wednesday, September 03, 2008
The Gladiator Game.
He had been sitting on the rooftop for several days now, under the merciless rain and sun. He didn't really know what was expected of him. His back was aching really badly and he wanted out as soon as possible. "Hell of a damn job," he thought while peering through his binoculars "I should have been a librarian instead."
His job was to observe his target. At times, his target would just stay motionless, driving the senses out of him and rendering his mind numb. At times, his target would move like a cheetah, urging him to the brinks of desperation. And all he could do, was to observe, and wait.
His target knew that he was there, oh yea, she did. She was a sitting duck, knowing that people were observing her from every single angle possible, yet she stayed, as instructed by her superiors. She often found it difficult to calm herself down.
At times she trembled in fear tied to a chair in the middle of a clearing, for she knew her time was almost up. At times she felt, so helpless, as she was unwanted by her superiors and they had forsaken her, leaving her with no other place to go. At times, she felt so impatient, not knowing why death wouldn't claim her earlier. "Damn it," she thought tied to a chair with tears trickling down her cheeks "I should have been a stationary seller instead."
It was like an extreme cat and mouse game. Prey and Predator. Edwin and fried chicken.
With much automation, he got into a front crawl position and double corrected his sniper's aim on her head. He peeked at his watch from the corner of his eye, it was almost time. He knew he wasn't alone on this, there were at least 8 other people at various adjacent positions, waiting with murderous intent. "Who ever got the kill first, wins the game," he thought "And it's gonna be me. "
Buzzer goes off.
Thunderous shots echoed through the air. Dust gradually settled. What left in place on the chair was a bloody mess. Her legs remained but her body, was in pieces all over the place radiating away from her like a child's art work of a red sun. "I'm sorry, my child", he thought as he recovered "But life's a bitch, so accept it."
Cheers erupted from the stands as his name flashed up from the big screen. He had won! He had managed to win the game! He stood up, triumphantly, throwing his fists in the air, but suddenly the crowd died down. Bewildered, he turned around to see 3 man in black suits solemnly walking towards him.
"What is this!?" he shouted in confusion and uneasiness.
"Mr Howe, sorry but to inform you this, but you don't have enough money in your Paypal account! "
- Chunhowe, on steaming when he won an ebay auction item, and potong steaming when he realised his paypal account had insufficient funds inside.
His job was to observe his target. At times, his target would just stay motionless, driving the senses out of him and rendering his mind numb. At times, his target would move like a cheetah, urging him to the brinks of desperation. And all he could do, was to observe, and wait.
His target knew that he was there, oh yea, she did. She was a sitting duck, knowing that people were observing her from every single angle possible, yet she stayed, as instructed by her superiors. She often found it difficult to calm herself down.
At times she trembled in fear tied to a chair in the middle of a clearing, for she knew her time was almost up. At times she felt, so helpless, as she was unwanted by her superiors and they had forsaken her, leaving her with no other place to go. At times, she felt so impatient, not knowing why death wouldn't claim her earlier. "Damn it," she thought tied to a chair with tears trickling down her cheeks "I should have been a stationary seller instead."
It was like an extreme cat and mouse game. Prey and Predator. Edwin and fried chicken.
With much automation, he got into a front crawl position and double corrected his sniper's aim on her head. He peeked at his watch from the corner of his eye, it was almost time. He knew he wasn't alone on this, there were at least 8 other people at various adjacent positions, waiting with murderous intent. "Who ever got the kill first, wins the game," he thought "And it's gonna be me. "
Buzzer goes off.
Thunderous shots echoed through the air. Dust gradually settled. What left in place on the chair was a bloody mess. Her legs remained but her body, was in pieces all over the place radiating away from her like a child's art work of a red sun. "I'm sorry, my child", he thought as he recovered "But life's a bitch, so accept it."
Cheers erupted from the stands as his name flashed up from the big screen. He had won! He had managed to win the game! He stood up, triumphantly, throwing his fists in the air, but suddenly the crowd died down. Bewildered, he turned around to see 3 man in black suits solemnly walking towards him.
"What is this!?" he shouted in confusion and uneasiness.
"Mr Howe, sorry but to inform you this, but you don't have enough money in your Paypal account! "
- Chunhowe, on steaming when he won an ebay auction item, and potong steaming when he realised his paypal account had insufficient funds inside.
Friday, August 15, 2008
Friday, July 18, 2008
Cult
The smell of incense overwhelmed his nostrils penetratively, like hungry parasite worms eager to enter the host. The Master stood there right before his eyes, deep in thought with his eyes shut. There appeared to be some kind of muttering underneath his unkept moustache and beard, his sparse, wisp white hair uncomed but neatly kept back, streaked with a history of wisdom and experience. Master was lean and clad in yellow robes, and not too tall, probably around 160 centimeters tall, but yet unanimously in his follower's heart, he stood and loomed as tall as the sky.
The follower couldn't stand his heart's curiosity and peeked slightly with his right eye. He tried to look at his friend left to him, tilting his head slightly sideways. Even his friend was looked in trance with his head tilted upwards and eyes closed, with trails of gray smoke enveloping the air around him, as if on drugs. The friend who brought him to the "Meeting". The friend who brought him to the "Sect". The friend who brought him to the "Master".
Within the small, dimly lit and empty room he was in, there were almost 20 followers sitting on the floor with their legs crossed facing the altar. All of them seemed to be falling into a similiar state of semi-consciousness. The sweet sickly smell that reminded him of a mix of burning paper and kerosene came from a small bowl, lit with a floating wick in it. The bowl was placed on a red wide altar, in front of numerous, crudely-carved wooden figurines. Some mysteriously resembled animals; teeth-baring snakes, bulls, monkeys snarling at you, while other looked uncannily like humans, looking ferociously and staring wide-eyed. The main larger figurine in the center eeriely depicted a person balancing on a leg with 8 hands on either side, each holding a sword and in the process of putting through himself form different angles and directions. On it were dried red wax drips which had been dropped from the head and crawled down. He shuddered. It looked so much like the figurine was sprouting blood from the head.
Wait. Suddenly his mind struck back in fear. What the hell am I doing here? He panicked, taking more air in. How come he didn't see the idol earlier? he asked, for he had been sitting there for 3 hours now. No, it was there all along, but he just didn't see it there. How??? as the hair on his arms started to rise.
Red candles placed on tables by the side of the room flicked for a second.
Casted shadows danced.
The room was pin drop silent, except for the fidgeting caused by his own nervousness. And the exceptionally loud, to the extent of deafening pounding of his heart, screaming to himself to get the fuck out of that room.
It was fear who told him to leave, yet ironically it was also fear who paralysed his movements. Like he was casted in some kind of mound, tied back and suffocated badly by some external force.
The bowl, he thought. It's gotta be the smoke!!
He fought to stand up, but his legs no longer obeyed him. 3 hours of sitting killed his legs. He pushed himself up with hands, and his numb legs took gradual steps towards the Master and the Bowl. He grunted as millions of nails pricked his feet, but yet everyone continued their trance and gave no attention to the struggling, desperate, and scared man.
From the corner of his ear, he started to hear noises now. Loud chatter, random and disorganised fading thro and forth like many ghosts were talking exactly next to him. He paused, ignoring the numb legs, pulled back and concentrated. Weirdly, it was silence once more. Goodness, it's getting to me! I'm starting to hallucinate! he thought instinctly.
Every step he made seem to be dragging, heavily, like the sins commited in his entire life were chained to his ankles and wrists. Every inch he closed in, the distance didn't seem to reduce. Every breath he took, seemed to smother him by the nose and strangle him by the heart.
Just as he was about to reach for the bowl, the Master stirred to life.
It could bring you salvation from the sins you've made throughout your life, my follower. Do you agree to commit yourself to Lord? Master asked head bent and pupils peering out from the corner of his small, slanted eyes.
What? No, no! Please let me leave! Please! I'm sorry! His mind was screamed in his brain but his mouth shivered uncontrollably but uttered nothing.
It could bring you utter glory in your sacrifice to Lord; He, will be grateful to you, my follower. DO YOU AGREE TO GIVE YOURSELF!!? bellowed the Master.
The room sprang to life, all of a sudden, all of the 20 followers started murmering their chants loudly at their individual pace, which was really all nothing but inaudible buzz. Uncontrolly, he was now lying lifelessly in front of the alter in a forward deep bowing position, rear in the air and his forehead touching the groud. He was losing his consciousness telling him to give up and all with be easier.
It will bring you eternal life in the your name, my follower. You will be immortailised forever as the person who GAVE HIS LIFE FOR THE LORD!!! And with that, the Master, with unknown strength pulled his head up by the hair, produced a butcher's knife from the altar and sliced it across his neck.
- The cina cult version of Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, the scene when Lord Voldemort was revived in the Graveyard. Well, after that Harry just uses some magic to heal the wound on his neck isn't it? Then you get an immortal hero. HAHA.
The follower couldn't stand his heart's curiosity and peeked slightly with his right eye. He tried to look at his friend left to him, tilting his head slightly sideways. Even his friend was looked in trance with his head tilted upwards and eyes closed, with trails of gray smoke enveloping the air around him, as if on drugs. The friend who brought him to the "Meeting". The friend who brought him to the "Sect". The friend who brought him to the "Master".
Within the small, dimly lit and empty room he was in, there were almost 20 followers sitting on the floor with their legs crossed facing the altar. All of them seemed to be falling into a similiar state of semi-consciousness. The sweet sickly smell that reminded him of a mix of burning paper and kerosene came from a small bowl, lit with a floating wick in it. The bowl was placed on a red wide altar, in front of numerous, crudely-carved wooden figurines. Some mysteriously resembled animals; teeth-baring snakes, bulls, monkeys snarling at you, while other looked uncannily like humans, looking ferociously and staring wide-eyed. The main larger figurine in the center eeriely depicted a person balancing on a leg with 8 hands on either side, each holding a sword and in the process of putting through himself form different angles and directions. On it were dried red wax drips which had been dropped from the head and crawled down. He shuddered. It looked so much like the figurine was sprouting blood from the head.
Wait. Suddenly his mind struck back in fear. What the hell am I doing here? He panicked, taking more air in. How come he didn't see the idol earlier? he asked, for he had been sitting there for 3 hours now. No, it was there all along, but he just didn't see it there. How??? as the hair on his arms started to rise.
Red candles placed on tables by the side of the room flicked for a second.
Casted shadows danced.
The room was pin drop silent, except for the fidgeting caused by his own nervousness. And the exceptionally loud, to the extent of deafening pounding of his heart, screaming to himself to get the fuck out of that room.
It was fear who told him to leave, yet ironically it was also fear who paralysed his movements. Like he was casted in some kind of mound, tied back and suffocated badly by some external force.
The bowl, he thought. It's gotta be the smoke!!
He fought to stand up, but his legs no longer obeyed him. 3 hours of sitting killed his legs. He pushed himself up with hands, and his numb legs took gradual steps towards the Master and the Bowl. He grunted as millions of nails pricked his feet, but yet everyone continued their trance and gave no attention to the struggling, desperate, and scared man.
From the corner of his ear, he started to hear noises now. Loud chatter, random and disorganised fading thro and forth like many ghosts were talking exactly next to him. He paused, ignoring the numb legs, pulled back and concentrated. Weirdly, it was silence once more. Goodness, it's getting to me! I'm starting to hallucinate! he thought instinctly.
Every step he made seem to be dragging, heavily, like the sins commited in his entire life were chained to his ankles and wrists. Every inch he closed in, the distance didn't seem to reduce. Every breath he took, seemed to smother him by the nose and strangle him by the heart.
Just as he was about to reach for the bowl, the Master stirred to life.
It could bring you salvation from the sins you've made throughout your life, my follower. Do you agree to commit yourself to Lord? Master asked head bent and pupils peering out from the corner of his small, slanted eyes.
What? No, no! Please let me leave! Please! I'm sorry! His mind was screamed in his brain but his mouth shivered uncontrollably but uttered nothing.
It could bring you utter glory in your sacrifice to Lord; He, will be grateful to you, my follower. DO YOU AGREE TO GIVE YOURSELF!!? bellowed the Master.
The room sprang to life, all of a sudden, all of the 20 followers started murmering their chants loudly at their individual pace, which was really all nothing but inaudible buzz. Uncontrolly, he was now lying lifelessly in front of the alter in a forward deep bowing position, rear in the air and his forehead touching the groud. He was losing his consciousness telling him to give up and all with be easier.
It will bring you eternal life in the your name, my follower. You will be immortailised forever as the person who GAVE HIS LIFE FOR THE LORD!!! And with that, the Master, with unknown strength pulled his head up by the hair, produced a butcher's knife from the altar and sliced it across his neck.
- The cina cult version of Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, the scene when Lord Voldemort was revived in the Graveyard. Well, after that Harry just uses some magic to heal the wound on his neck isn't it? Then you get an immortal hero. HAHA.
Monday, June 23, 2008
Then I woke up.
This was an interesting dream I had back from a few days before my exams. Well, I know I have an super-sized, overtime imagination, but this was totally weird. Compared to the "jumping-over-a-genting-carpark-in-a-car" nightmare, this is like a mammoth in terms of randomness.
Subtle bits of drama have been added in, as dreams are often like a single dimensional film. However, rest assured that nothing has been done to alter the general course of the dream. Btw, I will be penning my afterthoughts about that in italics throughout the article.
I was a cop. In fact, I was one of those CID inspectors in-charged of a team. We had chasing long down this case where a criminal, H, had escaped from a jail in Penang and had escaped capture by running down south to KL. We had suspected that he had been hiding in the jungles of the nearby Gunung Tahan, and was just waiting for him to make him move. (It actually amazes me that I did actually dream of that.)
What move? H was a mental person, suffering from a personal vendetta against this particular restaurant dai-chow owner in KL. (lol, local flavour.) His mum, had been working for the owner for a long time as a dishwasher, and had been raped and physically abused terribly. Growing up seeing all these abuses really made him despair and go crazy, but his mother had no choice, for having little education and widowed, had to provide for him and his younger brother.
H was smart, in fact, too clever for his own good. To be able to escape from prison himself would be lucky. To be able to escape from prison with the help of his brother would be extremely resourceful. He was cunning and fast with great ability to plan ahead and outwit the malaysian police everytime. (d'uh?)
In fact, my team had been outmaneuvered by him several times. A few times, he was clever to actually managed to set a few of my team members up, stealing their guns, injuring and suspending them. I had been a victim once or twice, but luck shielded me, and i managed to wiggle out unscathered.
My team and I were actually revisiting the restaurant in question. The setting is actually similiar to a Melacca shophouse that kind, old, chinese, colonial, discoloured and slim with opened front and back doors. (melacca in kl?) We had just finished interviewing the owner again and had obtained permission to look around the place.
When we got to the back of the restaurant, it was by sheer coincidence that we spotted two silhouettes pouring white poison powder from a pink paper into one of the water pipes running lengthwise down the building. (i still don't understand why they don't poison the teh, but hey, it's my dream right?) But we knew it was them, for H always carries his bright orange nylon travelling bag. Immediately, me and another partner shouted at them, and they were surprised, took off scampering in opposite directions.
H ran fast. By the time we got the back of the building, H had already disappeared round the corner. The brother however, ran at a running lorry and jumped onto its back, standing on the "bumper" and held on the sides of the wooden railings. (why not into the passenger seat I don't know. faster?) We drew our guns out and fired.
bam. bam. bam.
We took aim, but couldn't hit him at all. The lorry was getting faster and faster and it was getting away.
bam. bam. bam.
Out of my mind, I knew that I had a single bullet left. This was the only chance I'll get, for getting closer to putting H behind bars and readdressing the humiliation and grievances that my team had suffered for the past months.
BAM.
A sputter of blood shot out through his knee. At once, the brother's leg dramatically gave way and he immediately lost balance and fell. Rolling on the ground, I shouted at my partner to go for the brother. (lol, this part is damn dramatic, I think I watch too much HK cop dramas.)
A small victory for me and a moral boost. I spuned around immediately and started running after H. This was it. The story wasn't over yet, H had finally slipped this time. It was the closest I'd get to him, and I wasn't prepared to let it go yet. H hadn't possibly run far.
After reaching the corner of the building, I saw him running at a distance away. He was gaining ground and getting away! I chased, but I couldn't catch up at all! He pulled away and I panting, momentarily tasted loss and despair. (so much for the moral boost)
But when I was about to give up, hope shone! My suspended teammates, came running from the direction H was running to! With guns pointing at him, he saw no way out. Bittered, H gave up running and was obediently subdued. (like gandalf in LOTR 2. this part is damn stupid.)
I was suprised that they even had guns. Smiling sheepishly, that showed me what they were holding. I realised that they were using toy guns. (sweat. this is even stupier.)
That night, we celebrated over dinner at one of our favourite outdoor dai-chow restaurants. I brought the confisticated bright orange bag, which held all my colleague's guns and IDs that H had stolen. The mood was of a relaxed relief and proud glory and achievement.
We talked about the whole case again, how we started on it, tracing it back, interviewing everyone he knew over his whole life, how much close we were to catching him at times. We cheered at the mistake he made, his surrender and how much we were glad that the colleagues could finally be finally released from suspension. (well, in the dream, we talked about something, but I can't rmbr - made some up la k?)
Over the chatter, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a car which attracted my attention. I couldn't see the face of the driver, but what drew me in was that he had the same orange bag on the passenger seat. And the grin on his face.
But, hey, H's been caught. I shook my head. Bags like those are all over Indonesia. And the driver could have been smiling at anything. Mocking at myself, I went back to the constant chatter of the table.
The dishes were finally served, at our delight. One of the girls in my team were saying that the hor fan looked like it had too much pepper in it and smelled weird. We laughed.
And there was a flash of light, then a loud explosion.
Then I woke up.
(This section isnt part of the dream and added after I had woke up and thought what could have happened next.)
Standing at the graves of her colleagues, her team, she weeped. Tear flowed down her pale cheeks onto her bandaged arm. She had gone to the washroom when the explosion took place, the very explosion which had taken the lives of her 12 colleagues, along with countless innocent diners.
For what?
The report on the capture of H came back. That was not H at all. No poisonous powder, no brother, and worse still, no H. The white powder was cornflour, the two persons who got arrested was no H and his brother, but just scapegoats wearing wigs and plastic surgery. There was no charge; for what..? putting cornflour into a sewage pipe!?
This was a setup. Masterminded by H to get rid of the persistant team, the best team in Malaysia who bittered snapped at his heels for almost a year. It was with the assumption of capture, the drop in guard that H could find a chance in. It was an oversight, a careless mistake that cost dearly. The momentary minute of happiness, and glory; H must have been mocking in the darkness then. Watching them celebrate over their eventual death.
Gosh, and so it hurt. What great mockery. She recalled the faces of the gleeful faces that night. Never to come back again. Never to be seen again.
Painful. She weeped.
Subtle bits of drama have been added in, as dreams are often like a single dimensional film. However, rest assured that nothing has been done to alter the general course of the dream. Btw, I will be penning my afterthoughts about that in italics throughout the article.
---The Case---
I was a cop. In fact, I was one of those CID inspectors in-charged of a team. We had chasing long down this case where a criminal, H, had escaped from a jail in Penang and had escaped capture by running down south to KL. We had suspected that he had been hiding in the jungles of the nearby Gunung Tahan, and was just waiting for him to make him move. (It actually amazes me that I did actually dream of that.)
What move? H was a mental person, suffering from a personal vendetta against this particular restaurant dai-chow owner in KL. (lol, local flavour.) His mum, had been working for the owner for a long time as a dishwasher, and had been raped and physically abused terribly. Growing up seeing all these abuses really made him despair and go crazy, but his mother had no choice, for having little education and widowed, had to provide for him and his younger brother.
H was smart, in fact, too clever for his own good. To be able to escape from prison himself would be lucky. To be able to escape from prison with the help of his brother would be extremely resourceful. He was cunning and fast with great ability to plan ahead and outwit the malaysian police everytime. (d'uh?)
In fact, my team had been outmaneuvered by him several times. A few times, he was clever to actually managed to set a few of my team members up, stealing their guns, injuring and suspending them. I had been a victim once or twice, but luck shielded me, and i managed to wiggle out unscathered.
My team and I were actually revisiting the restaurant in question. The setting is actually similiar to a Melacca shophouse that kind, old, chinese, colonial, discoloured and slim with opened front and back doors. (melacca in kl?) We had just finished interviewing the owner again and had obtained permission to look around the place.
When we got to the back of the restaurant, it was by sheer coincidence that we spotted two silhouettes pouring white poison powder from a pink paper into one of the water pipes running lengthwise down the building. (i still don't understand why they don't poison the teh, but hey, it's my dream right?) But we knew it was them, for H always carries his bright orange nylon travelling bag. Immediately, me and another partner shouted at them, and they were surprised, took off scampering in opposite directions.
H ran fast. By the time we got the back of the building, H had already disappeared round the corner. The brother however, ran at a running lorry and jumped onto its back, standing on the "bumper" and held on the sides of the wooden railings. (why not into the passenger seat I don't know. faster?) We drew our guns out and fired.
bam. bam. bam.
We took aim, but couldn't hit him at all. The lorry was getting faster and faster and it was getting away.
bam. bam. bam.
Out of my mind, I knew that I had a single bullet left. This was the only chance I'll get, for getting closer to putting H behind bars and readdressing the humiliation and grievances that my team had suffered for the past months.
BAM.
A sputter of blood shot out through his knee. At once, the brother's leg dramatically gave way and he immediately lost balance and fell. Rolling on the ground, I shouted at my partner to go for the brother. (lol, this part is damn dramatic, I think I watch too much HK cop dramas.)
A small victory for me and a moral boost. I spuned around immediately and started running after H. This was it. The story wasn't over yet, H had finally slipped this time. It was the closest I'd get to him, and I wasn't prepared to let it go yet. H hadn't possibly run far.
After reaching the corner of the building, I saw him running at a distance away. He was gaining ground and getting away! I chased, but I couldn't catch up at all! He pulled away and I panting, momentarily tasted loss and despair. (so much for the moral boost)
But when I was about to give up, hope shone! My suspended teammates, came running from the direction H was running to! With guns pointing at him, he saw no way out. Bittered, H gave up running and was obediently subdued. (like gandalf in LOTR 2. this part is damn stupid.)
I was suprised that they even had guns. Smiling sheepishly, that showed me what they were holding. I realised that they were using toy guns. (sweat. this is even stupier.)
---That night---
That night, we celebrated over dinner at one of our favourite outdoor dai-chow restaurants. I brought the confisticated bright orange bag, which held all my colleague's guns and IDs that H had stolen. The mood was of a relaxed relief and proud glory and achievement.
We talked about the whole case again, how we started on it, tracing it back, interviewing everyone he knew over his whole life, how much close we were to catching him at times. We cheered at the mistake he made, his surrender and how much we were glad that the colleagues could finally be finally released from suspension. (well, in the dream, we talked about something, but I can't rmbr - made some up la k?)
Over the chatter, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a car which attracted my attention. I couldn't see the face of the driver, but what drew me in was that he had the same orange bag on the passenger seat. And the grin on his face.
But, hey, H's been caught. I shook my head. Bags like those are all over Indonesia. And the driver could have been smiling at anything. Mocking at myself, I went back to the constant chatter of the table.
The dishes were finally served, at our delight. One of the girls in my team were saying that the hor fan looked like it had too much pepper in it and smelled weird. We laughed.
And there was a flash of light, then a loud explosion.
Then I woke up.
---Epilogue---
(This section isnt part of the dream and added after I had woke up and thought what could have happened next.)
Standing at the graves of her colleagues, her team, she weeped. Tear flowed down her pale cheeks onto her bandaged arm. She had gone to the washroom when the explosion took place, the very explosion which had taken the lives of her 12 colleagues, along with countless innocent diners.
For what?
The report on the capture of H came back. That was not H at all. No poisonous powder, no brother, and worse still, no H. The white powder was cornflour, the two persons who got arrested was no H and his brother, but just scapegoats wearing wigs and plastic surgery. There was no charge; for what..? putting cornflour into a sewage pipe!?
This was a setup. Masterminded by H to get rid of the persistant team, the best team in Malaysia who bittered snapped at his heels for almost a year. It was with the assumption of capture, the drop in guard that H could find a chance in. It was an oversight, a careless mistake that cost dearly. The momentary minute of happiness, and glory; H must have been mocking in the darkness then. Watching them celebrate over their eventual death.
Gosh, and so it hurt. What great mockery. She recalled the faces of the gleeful faces that night. Never to come back again. Never to be seen again.
Painful. She weeped.
Saturday, June 21, 2008
Kendrick's 8 Things Tag.
I'm back with a bang.
BANG.
woooooooooooo~
I've just finished my trip to Scotland with my parents, and it's been "uber awesome p4wnag3" (read: really great). Except for days where the erratic Scottish weather was, and still is rampant, the weather wasn't too bad, the views were really breathtaking, and the majority of people were actually friendly enough to make the entire trip overall enjoyeable.
Now, I have to wait for my friend to pass me my camera's data cable in the next few days, which is then only I can really sit down and blog about this, coupled with pictures (of course, chunhowe is half beast, half a photoblogger). But for the meantime, after an absence of 8 days, here's to get the momentum rolling again:
The 8 Things Tag
Tagged from Kendrick - Work it till you've got it.
8 Things I'm Passionate About
- Watching football
- Football Manager and its tactics
- Past battlefield histories and war tactics
- Financial analysis
- Blogging
- TED
- Small interesting stuff that you probably not make any difference to the world, but just enough to lighten up your day.
- Jeremy Clarkson (chuckles)
8 Things I Say Too Often
- "yea meh?"
- "sure bo?"
- "yea right. "
- "i must..."
- "... is a subjective term."
- "shit lah, my hair damn stubborn. "
- "why nobody tag me one? " (lol, yea right)
- oh yea, i must start cutting down on this, "lol"
8 Books I've Read Recently
well, if recently is defined as "indefinitely in the past"...
- The Pocket Scottish History. (still reading)
- Canon EOS 400D/Rebel XTi Manual
- The Economist - miscellaneous issues and articles
- Born to be Riled by Jeremy Clarkson
- Lord of the Flies by William Golding
- Erm, cant rmbr lah, but I read a lot of online articles k?
8 Songs I Could Listen to Over and Over Again
- Four Minutes, Madonna and Justin Timberlake
- Four in the Morning, Gwen Stefani
- End of the World, Jay Chou (世界末日, 周杰伦)
- Another Song/All Over Again, Justin Timberlake
- Over You, Chris Daughtry
- Some Kinda Rush, Booty Luv
- Look After You, The Fray
I'll be unfair and do this:
- Various songs (Delirious, Love Has Gone, Baby When the Lights), David Guetta
- Various songs (Extreme Ways, Disco Lies, Porcelain, In My Heart, Matrix Reloaded), Moby
- The Song on Edwin's blog, Edwin.
8 Things I've Learnt in the Past Year
Ok lah, I'm already tired =P . Haiya~ lazy lah.
8 People to Tag
Here's who I'll tag (I don't have much people to tag anyways):
- weiern
- eley
- yeeyoon (even if she doesnt even exist on the blogosphere anymore)
- sillyfion
- william
- tinn
- zwen
- chedet.com :P
BANG.
woooooooooooo~
I've just finished my trip to Scotland with my parents, and it's been "uber awesome p4wnag3" (read: really great). Except for days where the erratic Scottish weather was, and still is rampant, the weather wasn't too bad, the views were really breathtaking, and the majority of people were actually friendly enough to make the entire trip overall enjoyeable.
Now, I have to wait for my friend to pass me my camera's data cable in the next few days, which is then only I can really sit down and blog about this, coupled with pictures (of course, chunhowe is half beast, half a photoblogger). But for the meantime, after an absence of 8 days, here's to get the momentum rolling again:
The 8 Things Tag
Tagged from Kendrick - Work it till you've got it.
8 Things I'm Passionate About
- Watching football
- Football Manager and its tactics
- Past battlefield histories and war tactics
- Financial analysis
- Blogging
- TED
- Small interesting stuff that you probably not make any difference to the world, but just enough to lighten up your day.
- Jeremy Clarkson (chuckles)
8 Things I Say Too Often
- "yea meh?"
- "sure bo?"
- "yea right. "
- "i must..."
- "... is a subjective term."
- "shit lah, my hair damn stubborn. "
- "why nobody tag me one? " (lol, yea right)
- oh yea, i must start cutting down on this, "lol"
8 Books I've Read Recently
well, if recently is defined as "indefinitely in the past"...
- The Pocket Scottish History. (still reading)
- Canon EOS 400D/Rebel XTi Manual
- The Economist - miscellaneous issues and articles
- Born to be Riled by Jeremy Clarkson
- Lord of the Flies by William Golding
- Erm, cant rmbr lah, but I read a lot of online articles k?
8 Songs I Could Listen to Over and Over Again
- Four Minutes, Madonna and Justin Timberlake
- Four in the Morning, Gwen Stefani
- End of the World, Jay Chou (世界末日, 周杰伦)
- Another Song/All Over Again, Justin Timberlake
- Over You, Chris Daughtry
- Some Kinda Rush, Booty Luv
- Look After You, The Fray
I'll be unfair and do this:
- Various songs (Delirious, Love Has Gone, Baby When the Lights), David Guetta
- Various songs (Extreme Ways, Disco Lies, Porcelain, In My Heart, Matrix Reloaded), Moby
- The Song on Edwin's blog, Edwin.
8 Things I've Learnt in the Past Year
Ok lah, I'm already tired =P . Haiya~ lazy lah.
8 People to Tag
Here's who I'll tag (I don't have much people to tag anyways):
- weiern
- eley
- yeeyoon (even if she doesnt even exist on the blogosphere anymore)
- sillyfion
- william
- tinn
- zwen
- chedet.com :P
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Nothing Better To Do - Clustered Desktop Art
I was jumping around on Digg today, checking out the out-and-comings and what's-hot-and-what's-not, when I stumbled across this site at Macenstein's.
http://macenstein.com/default/archives/1280
Cluttered Desktop Art!
Dinosaur, so cute right?
Ooohh shark!!
But then, both were kinda childish leh, I thought. Even if if I wanted a desktop, I wouldn't put pictures of dinosaurs or sharks on it.
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So I went ahead and created my own:
Jessica Alba k?
nothing better to do (NBTD) ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! 1 ! !! !
link to my deviantart account
http://macenstein.com/default/archives/1280
Cluttered Desktop Art!
Dinosaur, so cute right?
Ooohh shark!!
But then, both were kinda childish leh, I thought. Even if if I wanted a desktop, I wouldn't put pictures of dinosaurs or sharks on it.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
So I went ahead and created my own:
Jessica Alba k?
nothing better to do (NBTD) ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! 1 ! !! !
link to my deviantart account
Friday, April 11, 2008
Let's get motivated!
Some Frustrational Motivational Posters for my fellow ACCA students:
Tra la la~ Let me know if anyone wants wallpic/print size to stick up on your wall. Haha!
Cheers.
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Tra la la~ Let me know if anyone wants wallpic/print size to stick up on your wall. Haha!
Cheers.
Sunday, April 06, 2008
Chunhowe's Theory of Evolution.
've noticed that I've been posting a damn lot of crap over the past few days. People cannot stand so much crap over a short period of time!? They'll turn into crab people! omg! Later they run to the beach and never be seen again!!!
"Do you watch Southpark??"
how then?
Ok, for this post, here at yetanotherhowe.blogspot.com, "we" crap and we chat about serious stuff too. In this post, I'd like to introduce the very interesting topic very kindly brought to us by Charles Darwin, of evolution.
The Great man.
Since civilization began, the great men have been wondering about the purpose of their existence and how they came about. Some said humanity was bornt from rocks, some said that they were bornt from yetanotherhowe.blogspot.com. Nevertheless, there was a great deal of discussion moving about.
Then, in 1838, there waz a Charles Darwin, a naturalist. In brief, he went to travelling the seven seas withCaptain Jack Sparrow on the Black Pearl Captain Robert Fitzroy on the HMS Beagle to study natural history in the tropics.
Artist Impression
Along the way, he noted down animals of many species and also read a book suggesting how land raised and sunk, exposing fossils and shells. As he went on, he was puzzled by how similar animals actually originated from different places, like birds (finches to be exact) on Galapagos's Island looked seemingly different but yet were of the same family.
"H is for Howe... "
Now, justice is not done to summarise the great work of Charles Darwin and the process of how he developed the theory of evolution, in a few paragraphs, but I'm no wikipedia and have limited time. So, for futher reading, head here.
Natural Selection is a beautiful but savage process. It is not ping-pong, nor like the macarena. It's heartless, cold, but yet pressures that the strongest survive and overall ensures the survival of the species over its environment, leaving the weak to fade away.
And Natural Selection can't damn hell be a flying penguin.
But however, as I once iterated, humanity is arrogant and ignorant. Humanity overshadows natural selection, ensuring that all humans survive as much as they can. Humanity reproduces without control, likeMalays without condoms. Humans are not subjected to the harsh rules of the lush, cruel rainforests nor the huge, cold ocean depths. They are not restricted to limitations in environmental resources, opting to draw as much petrol as they like, without fear that the Earth might just collapse on them.
Hmmm... why cant Natural Selection be Jessica Alba then?
Things aside, humanity protects all of their species as much as they can, contradicting the theory that only the fittest will survive. Consider this. Males should be judged on how good they are in sports, or in whether they survive after wrestling pythons in zoos. If you do, then many woman will be attracted to you. Then you choose the best looking one, go for dinner, have sex, pregnant, pop - new baby, who will be harder, better, faster, stronger.
BUT. A male in our society, who cannot even wrestle and win an earthworm, can go to match.com, click click and click, gets a mate, go for dinner, drugs her drink, have sex, pregnant, pop - new baby, ALSO.
Ok, it's too dramatic, but see how it SHOULD work, and how it IS working?
Humans are just not following the natural course of actions anymore. Unintentionally, we have overrode the original ways. Is this all inclusive within a larger plan, or is it all accounted for? It's like a panda suddenly grow wings and fly to an eternal neverending supply of bamboo in Guan Yin Ma's Bamboo Garden.
"Let's GOOOOooOOooO~"
Pandas are destined to die!!! They're supposed to be wiped out by now!!! They looked like they're injured all the time. AND who ask them to be so stubborn as to only eat bamboo! If one of them ate something else, then, that'd be natural selection. If I can train a panda to eat rice, fuhyoh, he'll be the king of pandas lah.
Hmmm...
"w-w-w-dot-ebay-dot-com... search ' p-a-n-d-a '...
hmm... five hundred pounds... buy..."
*cliffhanger*
Glossary:
Ping pong nor macarena - Quote movie, Balls of Fury (2007)
Malays without condoms - Malaysia and Indonesia.
harder, better faster, stronger - Quote song, Stronger (Kanye West, 2008)
Leng lui - pretty girl.
Guan Yin Ma - Goddess of Mercy.
Fuhyoh - Digi Prepaid Plan.
"Do you watch Southpark??"
how then?
Ok, for this post, here at yetanotherhowe.blogspot.com, "we" crap and we chat about serious stuff too. In this post, I'd like to introduce the very interesting topic very kindly brought to us by Charles Darwin, of evolution.
The Great man.
Since civilization began, the great men have been wondering about the purpose of their existence and how they came about. Some said humanity was bornt from rocks, some said that they were bornt from yetanotherhowe.blogspot.com. Nevertheless, there was a great deal of discussion moving about.
Then, in 1838, there waz a Charles Darwin, a naturalist. In brief, he went to travelling the seven seas with
Artist Impression
Along the way, he noted down animals of many species and also read a book suggesting how land raised and sunk, exposing fossils and shells. As he went on, he was puzzled by how similar animals actually originated from different places, like birds (finches to be exact) on Galapagos's Island looked seemingly different but yet were of the same family.
"H is for Howe... "
Now, justice is not done to summarise the great work of Charles Darwin and the process of how he developed the theory of evolution, in a few paragraphs, but I'm no wikipedia and have limited time. So, for futher reading, head here.
Natural Selection is a beautiful but savage process. It is not ping-pong, nor like the macarena. It's heartless, cold, but yet pressures that the strongest survive and overall ensures the survival of the species over its environment, leaving the weak to fade away.
And Natural Selection can't damn hell be a flying penguin.
But however, as I once iterated, humanity is arrogant and ignorant. Humanity overshadows natural selection, ensuring that all humans survive as much as they can. Humanity reproduces without control, like
Hmmm... why cant Natural Selection be Jessica Alba then?
Things aside, humanity protects all of their species as much as they can, contradicting the theory that only the fittest will survive. Consider this. Males should be judged on how good they are in sports, or in whether they survive after wrestling pythons in zoos. If you do, then many woman will be attracted to you. Then you choose the best looking one, go for dinner, have sex, pregnant, pop - new baby, who will be harder, better, faster, stronger.
BUT. A male in our society, who cannot even wrestle and win an earthworm, can go to match.com, click click and click, gets a mate, go for dinner, drugs her drink, have sex, pregnant, pop - new baby, ALSO.
Ok, it's too dramatic, but see how it SHOULD work, and how it IS working?
Humans are just not following the natural course of actions anymore. Unintentionally, we have overrode the original ways. Is this all inclusive within a larger plan, or is it all accounted for? It's like a panda suddenly grow wings and fly to an eternal neverending supply of bamboo in Guan Yin Ma's Bamboo Garden.
"Let's GOOOOooOOooO~"
Pandas are destined to die!!! They're supposed to be wiped out by now!!! They looked like they're injured all the time. AND who ask them to be so stubborn as to only eat bamboo! If one of them ate something else, then, that'd be natural selection. If I can train a panda to eat rice, fuhyoh, he'll be the king of pandas lah.
Hmmm...
"w-w-w-dot-ebay-dot-com... search ' p-a-n-d-a '...
hmm... five hundred pounds... buy..."
*cliffhanger*
Glossary:
Ping pong nor macarena - Quote movie, Balls of Fury (2007)
Malays without condoms - Malaysia and Indonesia.
harder, better faster, stronger - Quote song, Stronger (Kanye West, 2008)
Leng lui - pretty girl.
Guan Yin Ma - Goddess of Mercy.
Fuhyoh - Digi Prepaid Plan.
Monday, March 24, 2008
New Layout UP!
NEW LAYOUT!!!
YAY!
How you like it? Nice nice? Comments and Crits welcomed!
Give me suggestions what to name this leh! I've saved it under "Project: Lonely Howe" (as opposed to the previous layout, Lonely Sky) so that I can store it under a nicer name. As a prize, I will incorporate the winning entry on the blog title too! So motivating right?
Changelog:
1. Changed the background picture, along with the bg and font colour. Looks cooler with this of combination. Also have used my own face on it --- I am camera-shy! lol~
2. Added a half-assed "Home" button right on top. This is because if you access from google/yahoo into the archives, you'd need a link back home.
3. Finally I inserted a list of blogs of kawan-kawans. This is a knocked down version, for I lost my original list a long long time ago, thus this is based on what I can recollect. If you're not there,say no to cigarettes don't suffer in silence. Cbox me and I'll put it on. So that I can visit you more easily mah, friends must keep in touch.
4. Did a bit of font size alteration.
5. Added a link to Firefox at the sidebar bot. As I did this in Firefox, I hope it's viewed so for best view. You know blogs appear differently in IE and Firefox lah. Here's how you should be viewing it:
K lah, that's all.
Happy Belated Easter!
YAY!
How you like it? Nice nice? Comments and Crits welcomed!
Give me suggestions what to name this leh! I've saved it under "Project: Lonely Howe" (as opposed to the previous layout, Lonely Sky) so that I can store it under a nicer name. As a prize, I will incorporate the winning entry on the blog title too! So motivating right?
Changelog:
1. Changed the background picture, along with the bg and font colour. Looks cooler with this of combination. Also have used my own face on it --- I am camera-shy! lol~
2. Added a half-assed "Home" button right on top. This is because if you access from google/yahoo into the archives, you'd need a link back home.
3. Finally I inserted a list of blogs of kawan-kawans. This is a knocked down version, for I lost my original list a long long time ago, thus this is based on what I can recollect. If you're not there,
4. Did a bit of font size alteration.
5. Added a link to Firefox at the sidebar bot. As I did this in Firefox, I hope it's viewed so for best view. You know blogs appear differently in IE and Firefox lah. Here's how you should be viewing it:
K lah, that's all.
Happy Belated Easter!
Sunday, March 23, 2008
Top Secret: Suscipions of Werewolf Roommate.
Currently, I stay in a room on the third floor of the house. The room can fit about two beds length-wise, and two and a half beds width-wise. It faces South-East, where Malaysia is, just like how Muslims pray in the direction of Mecca.
The following is an extract of the report I sent to F.B.I. Malaysia* detailing my the status and progress of my mission.
XOXO- TOP SECRET -XOXO
Subject: Suspicions of Roommate is a Werewolf.
The subject in question is an Indian. He's in his late twenties, currently 90% working and 10% student. He's supposed to be studying but apparently he appears to be not. A student is just his cover.
The following is his biodata:
Name: Garan-Something
Codename: Gary
Age: Late twenties. Told me once but I forgot
Height: Short
Weight: Skinny
Race: Indian
Hobbies: Sleep, Play Age of Empires III
Photograph:
Don't get fooled by the above image. He might not seem to be there, but he's there, camouflaged well in his natural habitat. He doesn't seem to have the habit of keeping clean, but does once in afull blue moon.
Characteristics:
1. The subject has messy hair. He also has hair all over his chest, back and legs. He might be a werewolf, so I keep garlic under my bed at all times. Claims to be vegetarian but this is still highly disputable.
2. The subject has an abnormal sleep pattern which allows him to sleep anytime of the day and night, as long as it's 15 hours a day. He has a tendency to get up wake for work, as he has already done twice in the past month I've been here. It's winter and it might be his hibernating season.
3. The subject is always out of the room under the pretense of working. Normal subjects are only allowed to work 20 hours a week. However, although the subject is officially a student, he has the amazing ability to work 40 hours a week. Might be his uncanny werewolf blood that has helped him.
Artist Impression:
It must be noted that the subject has a jovial and laid back character. Stones out often. Maybe thinking about how cook his next meal. Most of the time his girlfriend packs dinner for him, thus coming to the "don'tknowwhattocooktonight" dilemma.
Future Plans:
For now, we plan to go to Asda tomorrow to buy some food and try out some new recipes. But in the long run, constant monitoring will be maintained at all times.
In case of the subject finding out about these suspicions, this post will self destruct in 5 seconds.
Chunhowe, over and out.
.
PS. The acronym F. B. I. Malaysia = Friends Back In Malaysia
XOXO- THE END -XOXO
*boom*
The following is an extract of the report I sent to F.B.I. Malaysia* detailing my the status and progress of my mission.
XOXO- TOP SECRET -XOXO
Subject: Suspicions of Roommate is a Werewolf.
The subject in question is an Indian. He's in his late twenties, currently 90% working and 10% student. He's supposed to be studying but apparently he appears to be not. A student is just his cover.
The following is his biodata:
Name: Garan-Something
Codename: Gary
Age: Late twenties. Told me once but I forgot
Height: Short
Weight: Skinny
Race: Indian
Hobbies: Sleep, Play Age of Empires III
Photograph:
Don't get fooled by the above image. He might not seem to be there, but he's there, camouflaged well in his natural habitat. He doesn't seem to have the habit of keeping clean, but does once in a
Characteristics:
1. The subject has messy hair. He also has hair all over his chest, back and legs. He might be a werewolf, so I keep garlic under my bed at all times. Claims to be vegetarian but this is still highly disputable.
2. The subject has an abnormal sleep pattern which allows him to sleep anytime of the day and night, as long as it's 15 hours a day. He has a tendency to get up wake for work, as he has already done twice in the past month I've been here. It's winter and it might be his hibernating season.
3. The subject is always out of the room under the pretense of working. Normal subjects are only allowed to work 20 hours a week. However, although the subject is officially a student, he has the amazing ability to work 40 hours a week. Might be his uncanny werewolf blood that has helped him.
Artist Impression:
It must be noted that the subject has a jovial and laid back character. Stones out often. Maybe thinking about how cook his next meal. Most of the time his girlfriend packs dinner for him, thus coming to the "don'tknowwhattocooktonight" dilemma.
Future Plans:
For now, we plan to go to Asda tomorrow to buy some food and try out some new recipes. But in the long run, constant monitoring will be maintained at all times.
In case of the subject finding out about these suspicions, this post will self destruct in 5 seconds.
Chunhowe, over and out.
.
PS. The acronym F. B. I. Malaysia = Friends Back In Malaysia
XOXO- THE END -XOXO
*boom*
Monday, March 17, 2008
The Amazing Adventures of Chunhowe!
Straight 430am to 7am in the morning. Pencil, Photoshop CS3.
Sorry for the abrupt ending... Didn't wanna really think too much into it. See how the response first la k? If good, then I might consider a redo.
I seriously need a tablet if I'm gonna con't doing this. Pen is too slowwww!!! SPONSERS PLEASE!!!
Ohya, I gotta stop these kamikaze-like stay-up-all-night stuff d. Suicidal I say, suicidal!!!
Is this even a minipost, or what?
Ok lah, chunhowe, over and out.
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