Apple (Not so)Power(ful) Book G4

My dearest apple powerbook g4. You have led me thru the Valley of Shadows, led me from thru The Barrens, into Crossroads, to Orgrimmar and into Ferelas. You have brought me to exotic places like Stranglethorn Vale and into the Badlands. But tonight, you chose to abandon me and just give up. You chose to die on me. You chose to give me that sickening grinding noise, show me those red words that spelt “FAILED” and chose not to fight the good fight.

You disgust me. You fill me with anger – anger towards you lack of a fighting spirit. Anger towards your abject lack of willpower and determination.

You make me sick. Sick at the fact that you couldn’t tap into your reserve energy, to propel yourself just abit more, and to make yourself a better er… laptop.

You gave up. You threw in the towel. You let me down.

p/s: I wonder when Apple’s gonna change my harddrive for me. They’d better do it fast, WoW sure lags like hell on my desktop.

Muse – Invincible

Follow through
Make your dreams come true
Don’t give up the fight
You will be alright
‘Cause there’s no one like you in the universe

Don’t be afraid
What your mind conceives
You should make a stand
Stand up for what you believe
And tonight
We can truly say
Together we’re invincible

During the struggle
They will pull us down
But please, please
Let’s use this chance
To turn things around
And tonight
We can truly say
Together we’re invincible

Do it on your own
It makes no difference to me
What you leave behind
What you choose to be
And whatever they say
Your souls unbreakable

During the struggle
They will pull us down
But please, please
Let’s use this chance
To turn things around
And tonight
We can truly say
Together we’re invincible
Together we’re invincible

During the struggle
They will pull us down
Please, please
Let’s use this chance
To turn things around
And tonight
We can truly say
Together we’re invincible
Together we’re invincible

Keke doggahs

Mc Huat Ah!

Couple of days ago, I met Fysh at Lot1’s Mac Donalds for either lunch or dinner or both at the same time. I couldn’t really be sure, cuz the minute i stepped near Mac Donalds, my attention was literally owned by the huge sign hanging outside Mac Donalds, promoting their Mc Huat Ah! burger.

You know, that little advertisement with 2 satanic little kids trying to keep awake (and failing miserably) to help their parents “shou ye” on Lunar New Year’s Eve, and their grateful parents grudgingly ordering 2 Mac Donald’s burgers to reward them? And that stupid little cliched line that goes (in Mandrin), “Because you’re helping your parents “shou ye” and wishing us longevity, you parents have thus decided to reward you little twits with ever-lasting wealth, but because we’re too poor to buy you diamonds, stocks or bonds, we’ve bought you Mc Huat Ah! burger. Here’s wishing you many huat years ahead!”

Yeah anyway to cut the long story short, I ordered a Mc Huat Ah! burger, chicken because we all know that chicken’s healthy and beef gives you Mc Cow Disease. (Harhar.) Fysh took the beef, because he thinks he’s healthy and fit because he shot a few hoopz at the basketball court.

I took a bite of my Mc Huat Ah! (chicken) and literally spat it out because it was bland. You know when people talk about eating snakes? “It tastes like chicken – tasteless.” Fuck yeah, it was tasteless with immense amounts of black pepper sauce.

It was a very anti-huat night for me. Unlike today, where its quite huat, because I ordered a Mc Huat Ah! burger in beef, risking the Mc Cow Disease and all that fuck jazz, and yes I have to agree, Mc Huat Burger in Beef is very Mc Huat and Mc Nice indeed. Mc Props to McDs for giving us such a Mc Huat burger to make our Lunar McNew Year so Mc Huat Ah!

Of blood tests

14 days to ORD, and I happened to go for my ORD FFI physical checkup today, and boy did I have a big shock when I saw the syringe.

For some reason, I could see the hole on the tip of the needle.

For another reason, I was wondering if the syringe was using a yakult straw or a vitagen straw.

For the last reason, I was wondering why I could feel the needle in my vein.

For some other wierd unknown reason, I was wondering why the vein was bleeding AFTER the medic drew the needle out.

Garh. Ouch, this is reason #1203954873 why I really fucking hate needles.

Of failing power books

Today, I checked the Disc Utility panel of my Apple Powerbook G4.

Today, I saw a red word next to STATUS.

Today, I saw the words “S.M.A.R.T Status: FAILING”

Today, I realised that my laptop is quite fucked.

Today, I realised that I don’t know where the warranty card for my laptop is, or when it expires.

Today, I realised that I might have to change my laptop’s harddisk.

Today, I fucking pray that my laptop is still under warranty or I’m so fucked.

Rivermaya – You’ll be safe here

Nobody knows
Just why we’re here
Could it be fate
Or random circumstance
At the right place
At the right time
Two roads intertwine

And if the universe conspired
To meld our lives
To make us
Fuel and fire
Then know
Where ever you will be
So too shall i be

Chorus:

Close your eyes
Dry your tears
‘coz when nothing seems clear
You’ll be safe here

From the sheer weight
Of your doubts and fears
Weary heart
You’ll be safe here

Remember how we laughed
Until we cried
At the most stupid things
Like we were so high
But love was all that we were on
We belong

And though the world would
Never understand
This unlikely union
And why it still stands
Someday we will be set free.
Pray and believe

Chorus:

When the light disappears
And when this world’s insincere
You’ll be safe here
When nobody hears you scream
I’ll scream with you
You’ll be safe here

Save your eyes
From your tears
When everything’s unclear
You’ll be safe here

From the sheer weight
Of your doubts and fears
Wounded heart

When the light disappears
And when this world’s insincere
You’ll be safe here

When nobody hears you scream
I’ll scream with you
You’ll be safe here

In my arms
Through the long cold night
Sleep tight
You’ll be safe here

When no one understands
I’ll believe
You’ll be safe,
You’ll be safe
You’ll be safe here
Put your heart in my hands
You’ll be safe here

Photos of my kit

Ok I just moved my kit out for a photo session to whore my new Phattie snare. Here’re some photos and specifications.

Driver’s seat view:

Front view (ignore the gay stickers pls)

Whoring my Phattie snare:

Specs on my kit:

- Tama Stagestar in Jet Black
- 14″ Sabian AAX Stage Hats
- 15″ Zildjian K custom dark thin crash
- 17″ Zildjian A custom crash
- 20″ Sabian AAX Stage Ride
- 13×5.5 Steel Tama Snare
- 14×5 Phattie 6ply Maple Snare in red satin finish
- Pearl Eliminator double-chained single pedal (black cam, medium tension)
- Evans G2 clears over Evans G1 clears on toms
- Aquarian attack batter for snare and some aquarian reso head

Backpacking

Read Huiwen’s blog and I’m inspired by her photos to start saving and working my ass off in uni to get enough money to go backpacking in the states in 2009! That’d be a great addition to my measly photography portfolio… viagra falls and all. Whoo.

Ok back to WoW first.

P/S: If you’re rich and wanna donate some money to me, please send money to the “Alvyn’s Backpacking Fund” at 126-86682-8 POSB Savings. I’ll do anything to help you advertise your name IF you send me money to send me to the states for my backpacking trip in 2009, with photos as proof! (Anything legal of course)

Spam

I get the most amazing spam on my blog EVER. From electric tooth brush, to viagra, to even used handphones. I must be fucking famous amongst the spam community man.

Shin – 死了都要爱

死了都要爱
不淋漓尽致不痛快
感情多深只有这样
才足够表白
死了都要爱
不哭到微笑不痛快
宇宙毁灭心还在
把每天当成是末日来相爱
一分一秒都美到泪水掉下来
不理会别人是看好或看坏
只要你勇敢跟我来
爱不用刻意安排
凭感觉去亲吻相拥就会很愉快
享受现在别一开怀就怕受伤害
许多奇迹我们相信才会存在
死了都要爱
不淋漓尽致不痛快
感情多深只有这样才足够表白
死了都要爱
不哭到微笑不痛快
宇宙毁灭心还在
穷途末路都要爱
不极度浪漫不痛快
发会雪白土会掩埋
思念不腐坏
到绝路都要爱
不天荒地老不痛快
不怕热爱变火海
爱到沸腾才精采

Through the fire and the flames

To quote Fysh, “when u’re in deep shit, think of 2-3 people u’d go to and who’ll help you.”

Yeah I’ve got my fair share of friends who won’t do things behind me, against me or basically put up a false front. You may not think that its a serious matter, or that I’m overreacting. But let’s just say that to me, it’s serious enough to spoil my mood for the past couple of days. You may think that its trivial and that I’ll probably simmer down and think rationally, but I am thinking rationally. I haven’t thought anything in my life through with such rationality before, and I’ve never weighed my friends and asked myself what I want in a friend I can count and depend on. Perhaps you might have been someone I could have counted on and depended on, but then again, I did say could, didn’t I?

Well, I’ve made my point crystal clear and I stand by everything I say. Rebutt all you want and scoff at whatever I’ve told you to “justify” my points (why justify? I don’t owe anybody anything do I?), but ultimately think through it and tell me if it makes sense.

And to Fysh, yeah, bros 4 lyfe nigga.

Of friendship and character.

I’m not angry. Annoyed and pissed off, maybe. But definitely not angry. What’s there to be angry about? When things don’t work out the way you’d expected it to, just dump it in favour of something else that may work in your favour.

Why call each other “bro” when its superficial? Is it really that cool to be associated with the people you hang out with? Does hanging out with each other for a long time naturally make us blood brothers? The answer’s no. I don’t call Fysh “bro” when I meet him, and neither does he. We don’t even bother saying anything like that because we’ve known each other for over 6 years, and I dare say I know his character as well as he knows mine. We don’t hide anything from each other, and we sure as hell don’t try to keep each other in the fucking dark over anything.

You called it a friendship. I call it a sham.

You called me your brother, I call it bullshit.

If the price to find out a person’s character’s the friendship itself, then this was a really good deal, and I’m glad to say that this is one transaction that went down in my favour.

End.

Fuck.

Fuck all the “bro” bullshit and nonsense man. I have a thing against superficiality and this thing against doing things behind your “bro”’s own fucking back.

HIP-HOO-FUCKING-RAY.

Bros talk about yi qi. Fucking integrity. Not being someone in front of your fucking “bro” and being a different fucking person behind your “bro”’s back. If you fucking read this, good, then correct me if I’m wrong. If you don’t read this, your loss, it doesn’t matter to me either way. But hey, if you read this, your friends read this, whoever the fuck reads this, remember one thing – the old Alvyn’s suppressed, but hasn’t disappeared. Choose your battles wisely and pick the person you wanna fuck around with wisely.

I can’t promise you anything, but I can gurantee you a really good time if you wanna carry on letting me act the fool.

Of love and betrayal

There is no such thing as true love in the world, or for that matter, anywhere else. You’ll find thousands of people who propogate the fact that, “True love is when two people fall in love because they both fell in love with each other’s heart!” or some similarly nonsensically worded bullshit. Well fuck that, Uncle Alvyn says that true love exists because people just need a legitimate reason to justify how they fell in love, when it all started out from lust.

A cynic I may be, but the fucking truth, I do speak. How many people can touch their hearts, honestly, and say that they don’t care if said person doesn’t own a nice car, doesn’t have immense amounts of money, and doesn’t have lots of free time? Nobody can say that. How many people can honestly touch their hearts and say, “Hey I fell for this person because he was nice to me and really cared for me. Though he isn’t good looking, doesn’t have a nice ride and doesn’t compare up to a lot of people in terms of monetary abilities, I still love him because he has done so much for me and looked out for me for so long!” Nah. In my humble fucking opinion, none. True, along the way, such excuses and reasoning’ll probably pop up and become part and parcel of the reason for a relationship. But limpeh ka li kong, its all a bunch of bullshit excuses.

Somewhere along the line, love became measured in the ability to provide. Not just love, TLC and a listening ear or a shoulder to cry on. Love has evolved (in a really fucked up way if I may add) into the ability to provide material comfort, convenience, and most importantly, a sign of status. It never ceases to piss me off when I hear girls talk about how they aspire to be rich tai tais, and live off their husbands riches. If feminism exists, and womans’ rights exists, then I guess some females shouldn’t be protected under it. Why the fuck should there even be gender equality, if all a few females wanna do is just live off the husband? Why don’t we just classify them as the “weaker sex”, abolish all charters and acts protecting them, and just protect guys, since guys’ll be the ones working and slogging so that their wives/girlfriends can live off them? Good fucking idea, no?

This maybe insulting to some, it may piss some off, it may even make some people post fucking stupid comments about how myopic I am, but hey, with one finger, I say, FUCK THAT.

Ben’ll probably not be reading my blog, but Fysh’ll probably read it. And I’m not trying to drag up old stuff, but hey, if either of you guys are reading it, I can truly say that I know how Ben felt back then, and hey dude, I’m really sorry. Karma works both ways I guess, and karma doesn’t give a fuck who you are.

A rainy day song

I used to love rainy days. Thunder, lightning, howling winds and torrential rainfall – I loved em’ all. I still do love rainy days, I still love listening to the wind howl and the raindrops beat out their unique little rhythm on the windows. Only problem is that my ankle’ll hurt like a bitch, so I gotta throw a blanket over it.

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Now playing:
Goo Goo Dolls – I’ll be