Soob's Prog Blog

venemous voice

Subhash91@gmail.com (subhash) — Thu, 10 Dec 2009 07:40:00 +0000

wow, i haven't blogged a while now. The last i left this blog was right after singapore, last weekish.

Well, both too many and too few are the reasons for how unupdated this place has got. Gotten. I dunno, grammar nerds, help me out.

Okay. I vaguely remember the night before singapore, so forget about that. Besides, this isn't a diary(really it's not) and i'm not legally obliged to tell you anything. Bugger off umno.

Oh my fjord, i can barely remember anything. This whole week has been one of those weeks where you wish you had written something down or taken a picture. I did have some pretty messed up dreams though.

I managed to jot down notes on my phone for the really weird ones. One of them was playing a tool concert as a keyboardist.
1)i dont play a keyboard
2)tool doesnt use keyboards.

Another one was about julian getting a heart attack after lifting weights. Sorry julz. Dont worry, i was really sad when it happened (in the dream world), but then i realized, hey, free Swift!

Zombieland was not too bad. Was expecting slap stick comedy. But it was l4d type comedy. And left 4 dead IS kinda funny sometimes.

For example;
Francis(the redneck biker) keeps going on and on about how he hates the water, trains, ayn rand, trees, etc.
In one level he says hey watch out for that steam pipe
then one of the survivors says, man, i love Steam. Then francis finally(after hating everything else) says yeah, Steam's alright i guess.

Steam is the game developer's online platform.
notsolol.
I know the moment you explain a joke, the magic is gone.

Exactly, it's just like magic. Keep em fooled and people will be amused. Cool, more bullshite pseudo logic.

paintball on um... Sunday was awfsome. Its not a typo.

My whole body is broken from all that running. Still managed to frive halfway to kl though. Thank fjord i'm deathproof

lol, blog to you later. I've only got this tiny phone qwerty keyboard to post with.

strip the flesh, salt the wound

Subhash91@gmail.com (subhash) — Mon, 07 Dec 2009 16:36:00 +0000

Let's start with games.

I'm done with Borderlands. It's seriously one of those impossible to describe games. It's in between fun and good, but never an extreme of either one. There's plenty of awesomeness watching heads pop, enemies screaming and melting away comically(death by acid), etc. But without multiplayer, half the fun is lost.

The title of this post is something said by one of the enemies in Borderlands. The psycho. Imagine a half naked guy with an axe laughing to himself saying "time to play!".

Company of Heroes fans(yes, all three of you), click this link.
http://www.easternfront.org/
A group of very cool modders have got together to create(brace yourselves) a Russian faction for Company of Heroes.

There's a video that showcases Russian tanks in action. Pause at 0:48+(I think) and check out the KV-2. The same exact one I just made a model of!
The T-34 also has this awesome ability to transport troops. Just like in Call of Duty World at War(you guys prolly didn't play that one). It's pretty amazing that random people are putting more effort into this than Relic Entertainment themselves.

Lamb of God is coming to Singapore! Yay! Now I just need to get permission, S$95, and a day off in the month of April and I can finally go see something awesome. I personally find the music combination I listen to pretty weird. Maybe even pretentious from the outside. I don't think I'm a genuine metal head, but metal isn't a music phase. Sure, some months I like things like RHCP or CCR, but other months it's Dream Theater or Lamb of God or Metallica or someshit. But I generally don't like listening to the same mood of music all the time. Or even the same genre for too long. After a while I usually pop in a song from some random artist or band. Why am I even telling you guys this?

The scariest moment in a song ever is 9 minutes and 24 seconds into Tool's Third Eye.
Because around that time, the only thing going through my head is "this song should end soon". Then outta nowhere. Bang. everything goes loud screaming "PRYING OPEN MY THIRD EYE". Scares the hell outta me. I mean, it's only a song by Tool's standards. Otherwise people would prolly just call it noise. But those people are idiots who think Britney Spears is a musician. She's not. She's an advertisement.

MTV is to the music industry what McDonald's is to the food industry. (You may quote me on that line. )

Sure, what they both sell feels almost exactly like the real thing, but after awhile you realize that, however unavoidable they both have becomes, they have reduced art and food(respectively) to what sells and what doesn't. Prime examples of the damage unrestrained capitalism can do.

Speaking of McDonald's, I was in Singapore today and was forced to break my streak of not eating McDonald's because there wasn't anything else to eat at the time. At least the Singaporean McDonald's has chili sauce with an actual soul.

This next picture is symbolic.

The sky represents power, limitless, ultimate power being seemingly impossible to reach.
Height represents domination, the closer to the sky, the more powerful you are.
The tree represents nature.
The buildings represent man.
Man vs nature, Man wins, even though there's a fellow man trying his best right next to them.
This photo is bullshit.

My internal compass was messed up. Blame Zeke, Jack and Gurdave for that. In Singapore, I stopped at the wrong MRT station. Twice. Which wasted 2 hours and S$6.

When we ended up in City Hall, there was only a couple hours left to mess around and that's what he did. Cannae believe I passed buying a new tank. Seriously, I could have used a new tank. And not just any tank, it was a Churchill AVRE. It looks so good.
(this is the same exact box set I was about to buy)
Ok fine, it's not the coolest looking tank. But
1)it's British
2)look at the detailing on the sides, would have been so awesome assembling this one
3)This brand came with high detailed metal etched parts.
4)It was going for 30 sing dollars, which is cheap for a quality model like this(this brand is typically 40 - 90 sing dollars)

There was also this church or something(I really dunno what it was) that confused me.

Church of Holy Infant Jebus Moron Eat Shit. Jebus is Jesus' brother.

That's all I could come up with. I mean, it's a bloody church with bars and stuff.

On that note, time for my weekly religion-related quip-thing.
You see, personally(and I think this should apply universally as well), a museum should contain artifacts. You know, what people usually refer to as historical evidence.

So, the Creationist Museum in Godgivesashit, USA, should, in my opinion, look something like this.

Let's face it. There was only one Christian, and he died on the cross. If the whole crucifiction(Lol, i jk) happened in India, they would have cremated his body. The resurrection would have just been ashes in the wind.

What the hell kind of museum has actual figures of dinosaurs with SADDLES on their backs. Just because you really want badly for the world to be less than 10,000 years old, doesn't make it true. If anyone who believes in that crap is reading this(and by crap I mean that humans and dinosaurs lived around the same time and that the earth was made specifically for humans, which is the basic theme of the museum), please leave a comment that justifies your beliefs. It's revolting.

Ok, I'm done with my rant. You may open your eyes now.
But keep your noses closed for this next picture.

Those are my socks. With holes in em(eventually, most of my socks get holy, I keep my first toenail like a raptor). These ones were brand new, but after a full day of walking, they were destroyed.

Walking back to the bus stop was shit. My GPS lost its satellite signal every 5 minutes so I had to navigate by clouds. Apparently, this method is not advised.

That's why.

Say "auf Wiedersehen" to your Nazi balls!

Subhash91@gmail.com (subhash) — Thu, 03 Dec 2009 17:38:00 +0000

What happened to my day. What happened today. Everything. Well, almost everything.

I'd really like to explain, or even write it all down to remember, but this isn't a diary. I have a diary in my mind, just like everyone else, that throws out the unimportant bits and reminds me of each and every experience that's exploitable.

Never forget to control the subtle change in character when going from one person to the next. I cannae believe I have to remind myself of this.

Since when was exploitation a bad thing?

All I have to say is that 4 player Nazi Zombies was totally fucking cool.

My throat is burning, but at least I sound like Batman now. Ahem. Trust me.

Bad news. The jetty. Is Gone. Like seriously.

I think Kua told me about this, but like I said, there's only the important stuff stuck in my head.
And I'm talking politically important stuff. Not personally important stuff. That stuff can wait. That stuff can change.

Shit.
Bullshit.

But mostly

A car covered in bird shit.

All that in 3 hours. It was probably just one giant fucking rooster on the tree with a bad case of diarrhea. How did the rooster get on the tree? Why couldn't it have pointed its ass in another direction? IT'S ART! You DO NOT QUESTION ART.

I'm sleepy.

The moment I got back, things just got bad.

The internet was as slow as the year 2005(that was a really slow year, at least by 2009's standards, oh lordy, it's already December!).
When it got back to regular speed(I consider regular speed to be roughly 2006-ish, let's face it, the only explanation for these speed of time fluctuations can only be explained by Hitler's 4th reich trying to mess with the universe's control room. Science. It works), I was already writing the second line of this post. Creepy.

I had good cake that made me feel fat because I already had 5 meals before. Still, pretty good cake.

Just when I thought cake would make everything better, it got a little worse.(see, the cake IS a lie).

I wanted to watch a good movie, but then my brother's unnecessarily gigantic harddisk(what is a HUMAN BEING going to do with 1 terabyte of space. back when I was little, 1 GB was enough for a whole fucking family) was all password protected. Bitch. I got the password from him(he wasn't even at home), but then realized the only movie left worth watching was Frost/Nixon. Which I had already watched before. I wanted to see capitalist bastards BURN, not be embarrassed. God dammit.(God's last name IS dammit)

I thought at least I would be able to play this super-awesome Java-like game called Plants Vs Zombies. But Zeke's morning streak expired my free trial. PERMANENTLY. As in, I cannae play it on my PC. And Borderlands has(I admit) become a lot less engaging. I got to the part where I had to kill this ABSOLUTELY GIGANTIC Rakk Hive.
(Rakks are a sorta bat-like creature that sweep down at you, they're evil)
(A Rakk Hive is a woolly mammoth looking creature. It's the size of an oliphaunt(or Mumakil, if you speak middle-earth english) and is basically a walking, living, breathing hive)
Anyway, killing the Rakk Hive was supposed to be a challenge. But it was too easy. All I had to do was snipe the eyes, then get down there and nuke it's ass. It was easier DONE than SAID. Literally. Wait, what?

Anyway, Borderlands isn't what I need right now.

What I need, is sleep. Thank you for reading, following, commenting, and participating in the new Malaysian Communist Regime for Awesome Purposes. My new political party. Soon, MYCRAP will be more popular than UMNO(regular crap)!

The poetry that comes from the squaring off between and the circling is worth it. Finding beauty in the dissidence. Even though it's something I can never really get right.

Anyway, the moral of the story is, whenever you think it can't get any better or any worse, just remember two things:
1)you probably don't have leprosy(see, all better now!)
2)you're probably not cancer-proof(if only)

Nein Nein Nein Nein Nein!

Subhash91@gmail.com (subhash) — Tue, 01 Dec 2009 13:30:00 +0000

There was an explosion in JB. About time if you asked me. But you didn't ask me. I'm telling you anyway. So there.

It didn't look too bad. Except parts of the ceiling were where the walls ought to be and cops were where waiters ought to be. Which is semi-normal because cops tend to take "tips", just like the waiters.

1 blurry picture, coming up.

In historical news, today is/was World Aids Day. Charitable societies, like Red Cross/Crescent (depending on which God is helping out) and St.John/Jalil are handing out aids by the bucket (both food aid and regular AIDS) to 3rd world countries. Except Malaysia, because we prefer being called a "developing nation". Which is discriminatory. Because that would imply 3rd world countries aren't developing.

Anyone who knows me knows that I'm not the post patriotic person on the planet. But I look at the whole thing in a different way. It's not that I'm the anti-patriot, I'm more of the... neo-patriot. I don't love the country, and I don't love the system, because neither the country nor the system can ever love you back.

Also, if you're not a facebook friend of mine, you probably don't know that I'm Hitler.

But now you do. You can make your own Historical-self-image by clicking on this link.

I can see the appeal of agnosticism. The whole, "I don't know, I don't care, and in all seriousness, neither do you".

Who knows for certain? Who shall here declare it? Whence was it born, whence came creation.
The Gods are later than this worlds formation. Who then can know the origins of the world?

Not me. Not you. I get it. I just will not tolerate religion and its intrusion on my life, and the life of every God damned person on this planet. What makes it so bullet proof?

3-inches of glass? Fuck no. These are people who get together like a fucking club and agree that they are better than everyone else out there, and who ever isn't in a fucking club deserves to be in club-hell. They won't even say it to my face! And they have the nerve to say they're humble about it.

Let me tell you something; when you get on a stage and say "thank you God for this award", it isn't humble. You're basically saying "thank you God for making me so perfect".

Don't get me started on capitalists. I don't think I could think of a better system, but I know for sure I can't think of anything worse than that.

Maybe if i post less often, i'll get more comments. Maybe.

Third time in

Subhash91@gmail.com (subhash) — Sat, 28 Nov 2009 13:31:00 +0000

I heard a joke once: Man goes to doctor. Says he's depressed. Says life is harsh and cruel. Says he feels all alone in a threatening world. Doctor says, "Treatment is simple. The great clown Pagliacci is in town tonight. Go see him. That should pick you up."

Man bursts into tears. Says, "But doctor... I am Pagliacci."

When you break the sound barrier, there's a sonic kaboom. The same is true when you break the light barrier, except it's a flash of white light instead of a boom. As evident in the picture below.

i dunno about anyone else, but i think this juxtaposition of grey and white clouds is a perfect example of being vague.

or maybe it isn't. Maybe i'm delusional.

or maybe life's too confusing to be categorized or anything. Whatever it is, blogging on a phone is at least 3 times harder than on a pc. But still a lot easier than blogging on a laptop.

Just enough to keep it together, never enough to make it work

Subhash91@gmail.com (subhash) — Thu, 26 Nov 2009 19:32:00 +0000

All the tongues here are forked.

I keep going on about how stupid, boring, and predictable life is. How the world just feeds you lies because the truth makes them uncomfortable. Well maybe one day I'm going to find that cuts both ways. I'll have the world to blame for me being that way, and the world will have everyone else to blame.

I guess if being bored is all I have to live for for the time being, then it'll have to do. Because a little bored is better than a little dead. Yesterday wasn't completely boring though. For the first time in months, I got to jam again. It wasn't perfect(far from it, it was more like malformed music) but being so out of practice, I didn't expect myself to remember which foot went first. But I did. Hoozah.

I just had three arguments. I lost all of 'em. Lost, not as in just been defeated, but utterly proved to be disqualified(again, bad sentence structuring). Which is sad but true. I'm not only not worthy, but not worth being worthy of even being part of the big picture. From here on out, I'm a regular person. Not part of any big change in society's view. Freedom? I don't know, it feels more like bondage. Oh well. What can ya do?

My eyes are burning from staring at Dr.Manhattan's penis

Subhash91@gmail.com (subhash) — Wed, 25 Nov 2009 21:01:00 +0000

The title pretty much says it. I have seen the light. And it is blue.

If you have no idea what I'm talking about, watch Watchmen. The full, uncensored HD version. I remember Eu Chuan and I watched it months back. It was good back then, and it was good 20 minutes ago, when I watched it.

Ever since my brother came down I've been just watching a whole lotta movies. Well not a WHOLE lot, but sitting through movies isn't usually my kinda thing. First off was The Hurt Locker, then Inglorious Basterds, and finally a re-watch of Watchmen. Gotta say, I liked 'em all. Probably the first movie streak of really good movies.

They were all odd movies. The Hurt Locker was a surprisingly awesome movie though. Unlike The Kingdom, it didn't have that sorta Americans are the good guys vibe. It was just a story of a small man's part in a bigger world. It doesn't concern itself with the power struggle in the middle east or anything.

Inglorious Basterds got me kinda mixed up inside. On one hand, it's an awesome Tarintino movie, very brutal, very over-the-top, very entertaining. On the other hand, there's just about 30 minutes of Basterds. In other words, the title was misleading. I expected more of them. Still, I loled at Brad Pitt's stupid accent while speaking Italian. Imagine a redneck saying Bonjourno.

I've already talked about Watchmen back a few months ago. But still, Dr. Manhattan ought to cover that damned thing.

I look forward to a proper blog post when the time comes. But until that time, these sorta things will have to do.

I was supposed to post something, but read my favourite wondermark comic strips instead! They're awesome!

Subhash91@gmail.com (subhash) — Tue, 24 Nov 2009 20:51:00 +0000

I must keep reminding myself of this

Subhash91@gmail.com (subhash) — Mon, 23 Nov 2009 17:22:00 +0000

People seem to have abandoned the blogosphere. But I'm still here, keeping faith, giving blood. Even though there's no time to blog. And I also have no idea how to publish good posts anymore.

This post has the potential to destroy minds. But only if I write it in paragraph form.

Let me put this in a way, you understand; point form.

1)The RSS feed of about 10 people on my list(including one of my blogs) is not working, we cannae tell who updates when!

2)Real life is getting more attention than virtual life. Which is wrong and absolutely unbuddhist. I think.

3)Post content has become really mellow compared to what we used to have back in the day. Point 2 is the most probable reason.

4)This blog is barely limping on, only sustained by the history of marginally good content and hope that someday the noob of a soob that writes here realizes that prog blog means progressive weblog, not static pool of shit.

5)Speaking of progression, it's harder than you think to change the topic when writing in point form, so erm, be prepared for a change of mood

6)Like seriously

7)I've been placing subtle messages to test ye readers. Still waiting for you guys to notice all these subtle god damned hints, codes, secret messages. None of them are disguised this way, btw.
8)Assassins creed 2 doesn't work. Is this true? Maybe. Noting is. But then again, everything is permitted. Confused? Play the first Assassins creed!

9)I really have to go to sleep now.! but I! will post something better.

10)someday.!

Google Pays me $137 an hour

Subhash91@gmail.com (subhash) — Fri, 20 Nov 2009 18:17:00 +0000

Lol, no they don't. They used to though, but that was a Long Long Time Ago. Six weeks is a long time.

So what is it that dropped my ratings? I can only speculate. It's probably because I stopped having proper adventures and stuck to xbox adventures, which are all fun and good on my end, but make for awkward blog posts.

For instance, I could have called this post "Borderlands epic" and talk about how a game with literally 17 million+ gun variations and supports multiplayer on the main quest itself should be an awesomer adventure than anything else on earth.

But no one would get it. It's almost the same reason I don't put music on my blog(sorry, I really, really tried to get some pay back. You don't know what it's like to have a genre you hate playing over the song you're already listening to). And it's the same reason I can do without poetry. Words don't mix well with emotional attachments. Unless there's a specific emotion, then there's a specific writer. But almost universally, there's no one writer for every emotion. This is confusing. I will stop here before my other ear starts bleeding.

Hell, I gave Modern Warfare 2 a post, so why not Borderlands? Well, because no one is going to play a game like Borderlands. It's the District 9 of gaming. That fun adventure that didn't get advertised enough. (another reason to hate capitalist markets, always advertising the bad stuff because the bad stuff has all that effort and money they didn't spend on the product itself.)

Ok, just a paragraph for Borderlands. It's an RPS(a combination of an RPG and FPS), or Role-playing shooter. Think Fallout 3, but without VATS, and without the godawful shooter elements. In Fallout 3, the only way to feel satisfied with shooting is if you used the automatic-targeting system(VATS, I just mentioned it before, try to keep up), because the actual combat was underwhelming. In Borderlands, the system is completely different. Every shot feels useful. Instead of stupidly filling an enemy with bullets like in Fallout 3, you get a sort of instant gratification when a shot is dealt, because a comic-book like number "pops" out of the enemy to indicate how much damage was done. Even though your character is less customizable than the one in Fallout 3, there is a solid use for this uncustomizability. Your specific character will react to doing awesome stuff. That, to me, is something ALL Role Playing Games have left out. It's easy to see the appeal of an RPG. It's sort of your own adventure in a video game with whatever character you wanna be. But this usually makes your interaction with the game-world boring. In Borderlands, when something cool happens(Headshots, or Boss-kill), your character will say something witty, and the thing is, if you chose the right character, he or she will say exactly what you were about to say. Most of the time,in my character's case(Mordecai, the Hunter), he'll just smirk and ask rhetorically if "you liked that?" whenever a head is shot off. It's a sort of feedback that you wouldn't expect in an RPG, and it works, even when overdone(I'm such a good head-shotter =) )

Ok enough about the virtual world. The real reason my ratings have dropped is because my post-quality has dropped because my mood has dropped because I have to be the MC at some thing tomorrow. Let's hope it goes smooth-like and I don't fuck up, because I'm better at fucking up than being an MC.

How could I let this bring me back to my knees.

Subhash91@gmail.com (subhash) — Wed, 18 Nov 2009 11:57:00 +0000

Has there been an alcohol-free week this year? Has there been a guilt-free week this year? I do not know. Too bad I can't also not care, otherwise life would be a breeze and I wouldn't have to activate my facebook account. Which I have. So go there and add me so I can be popular. Yay.

Quick question. Does this happen a lot in facebook?

lol, I was so close to saying yes.

I think I'll blog later this week, today was not a very good day. Let's just say reading about the power of dreams and nightmares and then having really powerful one the next day can be disturbing.

Tobacco is a lotta fun

Subhash91@gmail.com (subhash) — Mon, 16 Nov 2009 15:55:00 +0000

After completing the game on both my PC(regular difficulty, low graphics) and Xbox(hardened difficulty, max graphics), I can finally conclude that it's friggin awesome. I think it was the sluggish performance of my PC that really brought the game down. On the Xbox, there was even an auto aim feature that made even sniping an easy task.
The Spec Ops mode is really really entertaining. It's a new addition to the COD franchise(before this there was just Singleplayer and Multiplayer. Now there's Spec Ops. Which is a blend of both.

You can play most of Spec Ops by yourself, but just like Nazi Zombies, it's especially awesome to play with a friend. There's a just about every Call of Duty situation to play through. There's even a co-op only mission where one player has to get from point A to B while the other sits in the AC-130 gunship and provides fire support from the skies. Pretty friggin awesome.

You know what else is awesome? Dual wielding Desert Eagles.

It's mostly for show. I later spent all my ammo trying to kill some bastard, but ended up killing 2 civilians.

I dunno. Modern Warfare 2 should not disappoint. But some how, the whole anti-piracy policy has got the multiplayer into a mess. We all loved COD4 whenever it was smooth and lag-free. It was also so damned easy to just install, patch up and play. It looks as if Modern Warfare is gonna end up like Left 4 Dead, with its multiplayer potential wasted. I hope something's done soon.

And now, the real bad news. The Audiolab is dead. Like most probably permanently.

I've had equipment die before. But nothing as legendary as the audiolab. It was older than me. It was made in the UK. It had enough inputs to provide for my PC, XBOX and 4 other devices. And most importantly, it was completely kickass. The sony Hifi amp I'm using now is... I dunno. The bass is very strong, but it fails to have that elegance, that classyness that completed my working space. Now it's just chucked in the corner, waiting for the arrival of my brother(who hasn't heard the news yet, so don't tell him or he'll kill me).

Speaking of not speaking of youtube, am I the only person going bananas over youtube's new streaming info feature!

Nothing beats waiting for your video to load except waiting for your video to load while knowing exactly how fast it's loading.

The rats we caught were found guilty and sentenced to one day imprisonment. With no chance of parole. Rats only live a year, so that's like 2 human years in jail, think about that(I did the math).

Went shoe shopping with Gurdave just now. Turns out I'm the quickest shoe shopper. ever.

The moment I stepped into the shop, I just said "Alright, what's the biggest sized shoe you have."

About 4 minutes later we were walking out with a pair of leather shoes. I hate the experience of shopping. I mean, just browsing through a bunch of things that you know nothing about but are expected to pay top dollar for is just plain ridiculous. I rather do my research and KNOW exactly what it is I'm buying. Otherwise I just storm into the shop and grab whatever I need and leave.

That's about it for now. I can't think of anything to write. Trust me, I have loads to write about up to the point I sign in. After that I draw a blank. And the lack of updates can be blamed on Borderlands(which I'm playing WAY more than Modern Warfare 2).

Your fruit killing skills are remarkable

Subhash91@gmail.com (subhash) — Sun, 15 Nov 2009 05:50:00 +0000

I guess it's not surprising that Call of Duty Modern Warfare 2(try say that 10 times) has a ridiculously short single player campaign. They seem to put more emphasis on the length of the game title than the campaign itself.

As you can see, I had to lower the graphics of Modern Warfare 2 to get it to work properly:

Just like 007's Casino Royale, the single player campaign seems more like a transition rather than a solid story. Granted, it has very, VERY epic scenes, but it seems a bit over done.

Any one who has played any Call of Duty game knows that there are a number of key events that are really well done(like defending Pegasus Bridge in COD1, fending off German planes on a British bomber in COD United Offensive, etc). I think the series reached its storytelling peak in COD4.

It's hard to explain what exactly went wrong with Modern Warfare 2. The campaign is pretty solid, and the story really has the potential to be an instant epic. Somewhere in the presentation, something goes wrong. Let me try to explain this.

In previous COD games, you probably get only 1 or 2 moments where your character is immobile due to an explosion or something. The first COD had a small moment where your boat explodes just as you get off it(killing everyone else still in it). That was quite good. Then the second COD had a similar boat explosion just as you exit your transport boat(for the US Rangers campaign), and you get pulled onto the beach by some guy. That was ok. COD4 had epic moments like falling down in the ship and having Captain Price pull you up. It wasn't over done in COD4. It felt subtle, like small touches to a much bigger story. Even the nuclear explosion that wiped out the US army wasn't overdone. It was the first time a playable character was killed off in a COD game. It was epic.

Without spoiling Modern Warfare 2's story for everyone, let me just say that personally, I think they went too far. It wasn't about pushing the storytelling boundaries like in COD4. It was more of over using a formula till the emotional effect wore out. Personally, the story itself I think was great. Some of the action scenes really got the adrenaline rushing. It's just that there really isn't ANYTHING new to rave about. In fact most of it seems borrowed. And it took less than 6 hours to complete on Regular difficulty, which is a little shorter than COD4.

Not to say Mod War 2 sucks or was below expectation(there really was some campaign moments that surpassed the rest, but they usually go back to the old formula everytime something new comes up), but I think there was some potential that went to waste in the story.

That said, the Spec Ops mode is really really quite cool. Can't wait to Split-screen it on my Xbox!

God Bless Zeus

Subhash91@gmail.com (subhash) — Fri, 13 Nov 2009 16:57:00 +0000

After spending the whole day with MS(Malaysian Studies, but everyone knows it's all BS), I finally got to visit Holiday Plaza. Again. That's maybe the 6th time this week? I dunno. Maybe.

Anyway, I got there and asked the first guy if Modern Warfare 2 was out. He said he doesn't know, and that he's just a security guard.

So I went to the closest software shop and asked the same question. He said it may only come next week. Personally, I preferred the security guard's answer.

I walked all the way to the Mcdonald's section of HP glancing at each and every store knowing that it was gonna be just like any other day.

After making fun of the McTreat ice cream vendor and looting all the free ketchup I could get, I headed back out. It was raining too, and a James Blunt song was playing in my head to set the mood.

All of a sudden I nearly whack into a DVD rack(this part of the story is true), and there it was; almost like a gift from Zeus:

Call of Duty Modern Warfare 2 PC DVD.

And then, (because Zeus works in mysterious ways) I saw RM 45 price tag.

I had RM30 in my wallet.

What's worse is that Zeus KNEW that I spent exactly RM15 that morning. I was starting to doubt that all those sacrifices of goats and lambs to Zeus were in vain.

Even though I had used up my "50:50" and "Audience Vote" lifelines, I knew I could count on the old "Phone a Friend".

The hard part was trying to explain to Julian the whole situation, with how many people would be sharing and all that. Especially since I had only 30 seconds.

He saved the day.

And then we waited for the 1 and a half hour long 3-dvd installation to complete.

It's pretty awesome. The single player was a little better in COD4.

I CAN'T GET THE BLOOODY MULTIPLAYER TO WORK!!!!!

at least there's spec ops missons.

Two Times In!

Subhash91@gmail.com (subhash) — Wed, 11 Nov 2009 17:44:00 +0000

I watched Law Abiding Citizen awhile back(I think it was yesterday, but last night my memory got wiped). It's an ok movie. Really. I mean, I wouldn't say it's a big budget blockbuster that's over publicized and advertised (like Dark Knight, Transformers, etc). But for an average sorta movie it really stands out. Well I'm glad Gerard Butler finally learned to not speak like a Scottish bastard.

Anywhossel, in a silly shopping spree, I wasted 36 bucks on 6 Dvds worth of Xbox games.

I bought the English version of Halo 3 : ODST(the first version was in French). For some reason the game comes with 2 dvds.

Also got Forza Motorsport 3 because of all the advertisements. Pretty disappointed. It's also 2 dvds. For a racing game, it's a failure, but for a racing simulator, it's pretty solid. Everything from real time individual tyre pressure and temperature can be monitored while racing. But the races themselves are downright boring, with uninspiring techno racing music and weak effects. I would rather play GRID or DIRT 2 any day.

Dragon Age : Origins was also bought. 1 dvd. But it's not working so fuck that game.

But the real meat was in this unassuming game:

Borderlands is a fucking beyond awesome game. I haven't even tapped into its multiplayer experience yet(guys, its playable on Garena, we should try this out if Modern Warfare 2 never gets out in pirated form). The singleplayer is a blend of Role Playing and FPS. Imagine the satisfaction of firing a gun of COD4 and the gigantic explorable, lootable world of Fallout 3. That's basically what Borderlands is about.

There are HUNDREDS of different weapons that not only feel different, but look unique and have varied stats and abilities. Unlike Fallout 3, the combat system is very first person shooter oriented. It's hard to explain, but all I have to say is if you've got nothing to do during the holidays, get this game. If enough people get it for PC, we can even play through missions together online!

Borderlands was so good that I had to find some way of playing it in my room(my xbox has been alternating between the upstairs and downstairs TV because my amp is dead, so there's no sound). I decided to just transplant the HIFI set (with a built in amplifier) to my table upstairs.

I know what you're thinking. Yes, that is a cassette deck on the HIFI set. It's old. Like 15 years old. But it delivers much more oomf from the speakers than the Audiolab amplifier ever could. Which is amazing.

Oh and I found two rats in the trap downstairs. Dumb rodents fell for the banana.

Don't worry, they will stand fair trial in the court of law tomorrow. My dad is prosecuting them on the grounds of trespassing property or something.

Oh, and there has been epic progress on my little tank and troops. Click this to see some pics. The picture of the tank is not up to date, I just resprayed it green.

Oh my gawd. Today's the first day of the week that I've managed to avoid checking if Call Of Duty Modern Warfare 2 is out. On Saturday night I check HP(dunno why though, I was aware that it was only going to be released on the 10th), Sunday, checked Pelangi, Monday, checked HP again(seriously, the more trailers you watch, the more you NEED to play it), and Tuesday me and Ian checked City Square and HP. I know. I'm nuts. Gonna check again tomorrow! I may even buy the original version. When cicaks fly...

lols..

cicaks..

flying...

wait a minute... wtf

Seriously, not even photoshoped, I saw this gigantic flying cicak in the sky. It was really creepy. Just floating by slowly.

That was a lie.

It was actually just plastered onto the car window.

This is not happening

Subhash91@gmail.com (subhash) — Fri, 06 Nov 2009 21:36:00 +0000

Computer science paper was predictable compared to the other ones. Semester's over, just one minor paper/assignment left. After the compscience paper, I had a big fat burger at Friday's with Gurdave. It's almost like a ritual now. Especially our usual desert of fine duty-free booze. Which isn't really desert.

Twas the best way to de-stress. Especially for Gurdave who has been working day and night for the last 2 months to provide food for his family. Just kiddin, he's jobless and he couldn't care less.

Yuh, that's a tissue box. On my head. And that's hell(Gurdave's room).

The ride home was nearly as good as the day itself. When entering the tunnel near my house, the car went over a body of water and I actually drifted! Luckily I still had the sense to keep it in control. Fucking awesome. Never again though.

And I swear there were at least 6 different cops throughout the entire journey. I'm a good actor though. Still, pretty hilarious coming down a slope at 140, seeing a cop, slowing down to 70 then realizing the windows are all down and there's an angry German voice with backward sounding devil worship music on the stereo going,"UND KEINER EIER!".

In sad, bad news, my brother's old audiolab amplifier needs to be repaired. What's sad about that? Well, the damned thing is 20+ years old so if anything needs to be replaced, it's gonna cost a bomb or take a while. Which means my Xbox has to be played on the TV downstairs. Not exactly the ideal place, but I don't really feel like Xboxing now. More focused on my tanks(figures, and a little touch ups before the actual construction of the diorama), music(just started training and writing for some old riffs. I'm better at the theory than the actual implementation), and books(Capital is only 1/4 done, The God Delusion is more than half done. I'm a slow reader).

But I couldn't help but swing round Holiday Plaza. Turns out there's absolutely nothing new that's worth buying YET. But guess what I found yesterday on Garena?

Yuh probably can't see it from this blurry screenshot, but Garena has already begun support for Left 4 Dead 2, Borderlands, and most importantly, Call of Duty Modern Warfare 2. Yay.

Which one's the man in this picture?

I think they're both women. And that whoever runs the ad campaigns for PADINI needs to shoot him/herself twice. One for uninspired ads. Second's for being part of the marketing sector(which is the 2nd worst capitalist scheme).

Lookit this.

"Please Don't Touch".
Lols. I'm guessing they only put up that sign after some pervert rubbed that mannequin's crotch.

Don't ask me what I was doing taking pictures in a mall and then in a mall toilet, but hot damn what the fuck is this.

Ok, maybe they're working on that toilet, but seriously. Does that sign need to have an image of a person shoveling shit? It's as though capitalists want to degrade laborers every chance they get!

Arghhh..... Yawn.

See my shadow changing,
stretching up and over me
soften this old armor.
Hoping I can clear the way by
stepping through my shadow,
coming out the other side.
Step into the shadow.
Forty six and two
are just ahead of me.
Oh my god! You found the secret code! You are a genius! Now comment otherwise you'll never know the real secret behind the actual secret code. Confused? Comment!

Oh, and yeah my RSS feed contact list thing is messed up, so the links on the sidebar are not being updated. Which either means I have to retype all of them OR you guys have to start going over to Kua's blog for updates on updates.

Disgustipated: killing addictions $4 at a time

Subhash91@gmail.com (subhash) — Wed, 04 Nov 2009 13:43:00 +0000

My mistake. THIS is what a Honda City gearbox looks like:

But yeah, I think I kinda got it right. No gears, just continuously variable. First thought of by Leonardo Da Vinci. Fucking crazy.

Speaking of ancient Italian people, Assassin's Creed II is coming out soon! After COD6MW2 and L4D2. Shit. Too many good games. Must buy everything. Fuck consumerism and its capitalist roots.

Che Guevara's last words were

"I know you've come to kill me. Shoot, coward, you are only going to kill a man."

Because he thought the revolution was immortal.

If there was a God, then God bless Google, Wikipedia and Ubuntu for at least trying. The revolution may be half dead, but also means it's half alive. Even though I'm as capitalist as they get, I always strive for communism, even if it's just words. Cause you know what, at least it balances things out. The moment it gets TOO communist, I'll root for capitalism.

Oh, and this is the reason why I get to use the car so often nowadays:

Well that's actually my foot, but it's my mom's Robocop-inspired foot cast thing.

I managed to try it out. She couldn't chase after me anyway, her toe bone is fractured.
The cast thing is a bit too small(that's why my toes are sticking out).
It has a few detachable parts that are kinda cool and scifi like.
It's even got a pump nozzle to inflate and deflate some air bags inside.
Also, there's a button that opens up a hatch with the robocop pistol inside.

One of these features is a LIE.

I had my maths and econs test today.

Math was predictably epic failish.
The moment I got the paper, I thought, "hey, might not be THAT bad."
Then I started answering, and then I cursed then i stopped, then i failed.

Econs was equally confusing. After reading up every god damn possible question, they went ahead and asked simple questions worth 6 marks each. I have no idea how I'm going to do. It's either gonna be 2 really bad fails or 2 close passes.

to bed!

I may find peace within the emptiness. How pitiful.

Subhash91@gmail.com (subhash) — Tue, 03 Nov 2009 06:20:00 +0000

Bryan Yong called last night and talked about Top Gear. It got my old interest in cars back again. The whole night I spent just watching car reviews on TopGear's Youtube channel. About halfway through(when they were testing out the Ariel Atom), I realized that the Honda City I'm driving was kinda lame. Hahaha.

I mean, half the cars on that show do 0-100kmh in 4.5 seconds.
Even when I'm concentrating, I barely do that in 12 seconds...(though the official record online is 11 seconds)

I guess it's not that bad. The City's engine is kinda tame(1.5 i-DSI instead of VTEC), BUT the transmission is fucking awesome. It's so hard to describe, but I'll try. I got these explanations from 3 different sources, so I'll try to piece together what I think it is. Could be wrong though.

When in default setting, the car is friggin fuel efficient because it doesn't use a standard 4-speed gearbox, but a continuously variable transmission system with infinite ratios. So if you throttle up, the gear kinda 'slides' rather than 'shifts' down. It's not that amazing or amazingly new, but it's the reason why fuel consumption is better than some of the City's rivals.

But if you look at the steering wheel, you'll find this button that says "7-speed mode". Click that, and the gearbox emulates a standard gearbox with 7 individual forward gears. It still is the same gearbox, just that the on board computer tells it to behave like an automatic transmission with 7 gears. This 7-speed mode guzzles petrol at twice the rate. This is because the car is a monster in this mode. Well, not a monster, but compared to the regular mode it kinda is.

The third option is a combination of 7-speed mode and manual. on the steering are + and - buttons. After tapping the 7-speed mode button, tap the - or + button and the transmission becomes sorta semi-manual. Not completely manual though. The RPM redline is at 6, so whenever the transmission is being over-revved, it automatically shifts up. Which is annoying because 6000 RPM is kinda weak.

I've also been told the CVT system is kinda like a mountain bike transmission, the gears at the back wheel are the main 4, and the ones near the pedal are the extra 3. But that would mean 12 gear settings right? I dunno, whatever it is, Honda City is one FUCKING UGLY car despite having a crazy transmission thingy. The new City looks way better, but has a different transmission system.

Ok.. regular stuff now.

Just like all other communist leaders, I have finally butchered my own people. This is now a dictatorship:

I buried the legs and torsos, but left heads and arms as a reminder of my power.

Those are actually my unpainted Russian soldiers, just before I gave them the skin coloured paint coating. Painting these type of figures are the hardest, because each individual figure may have up to 5 different colours. Lucky I have blu tack. That way I can spray paint layer by layer.

I've got exams in a few hours time. Really lucky my exams are squished up in Wednesday, Thursday, Friday. Math is gonna suck, econs might suck if the questions are weird, cs will not suck, english will be fun. My English teacher says the topic for the argumentative essay might be 'religious schools'. Hehehe, I'm gonna have a blast.

I noticed that my recent posts haven't got any fillers. You remember the time when in between my psychedelic writing I pop a picture or a story or some lame joke. I kinda ran out of those things. Now it's all just talk! I'm not gonna kid you, if you look back at those posts, the written stuff is basically the same boring stuff, it just seems nice because of the fillers.

I miss fillers.

Ohmygod, squirrels!

The second picture shows that same squirrel being electrified, that's why its tail is up.

See... fillers are awesome.

otherwise I may come off as too dark and emo.

A dark and emo filler. Nothing else can describe the above picture.

In tank news, my Russian KV-2 giant Russian winter camoflaged Russian tank is finally done! No pictures shall be posted here, as promised. Whenever it is I post it, whoever is interested in that sorta thing can check out the Junkyard. It's not posted yet, so hang on you over enthusiastic non-person.

Then there's also something I wanted to say about my dogs. They're both back to normal. There are these two cats that are just pure evil. One lives on the street behind my house and the other lives on the street in front. To pass the time, they meet up at my neighbour's(the non-white neighbour) garden and stare at my dogs. This usually drives my dogs nuts and they start barking like crazy.

Last week, this is what happened.

They usually meet up at point A. but in the afternoon, one of the cats decided to walk along to point B. The two dogs in point B chased it, so it jumped into my white neighbour's compound, and their maid was outside. Because the cat was afraid, it jumped at the maid and bit her finger. then it ran to point C.

Point C.... Big mistake.

Two Massive Rottweilers.

x2

Which resulted in a very ripped apart cat. Well, can't say the son of a bit- I mean son of a cat didn't deserve it.

Oh, and all my TOPEDfriends might wanna watch this video. The new 'capture the flag' mode for Call Of Duty 6 Modern Warfare 2(COD6MW2) along with the new host reassignment feature(shown at the end of the vid).

You all probably know by now that the game will be out next weekish, 10th November.
A few things I that may interest COD6MW2 fans is
1)the ability to play in 3rd Person mode.
-multiplayer servers will have the option to play in 3rd person, the same way 'hardcore' mode is chosen.

2)There's more of everything!
-15 different kill streak rewards(compared to old UAV,Airstrike,Helicopter)
-Tonnes of new weapons and upgrades(you already guessed that)
-A 'spec ops' mode. it's like campaign missions, but you can play it cooperatively online!

3)No Nazi Zombies
D=

Alright then, picture this if you will

Subhash91@gmail.com (subhash) — Sun, 01 Nov 2009 17:09:00 +0000

I'm in heaven with God, Jesus, Buddha, Allah, Yahweh, and the other 10 thousand Hindu Gods. Surprisingly it's kinda empty apart from the mass of Gods around me. I thought by now heaven would have a whole lot more people.

So anyway, I can't wait to ask all of them stuff. But the moment i start, I can't stop. I keep going on and on without realizing that I'm now immortal(because once you die, you still get eternal life with God in heaven so long as you accept God). So I'm in there talking and talking and talking. It seems like just an hour, but it really is 21243 earth years of nonstop talking.

Then.... comes..... awkward silence. We're all done talking, my curiosity is sated. But I don't feel like peeing, or eating, or shitting, or playing xbox because there are no materials in heaven. Just my soul and all the Gods in a circle. There is no want. No need. All my physical bonds are gone, vanished as soon as I passed away.

It's now been 241029315070763017371425q84 billion years. The universe below me is constantly changing. Somewhere inside me, I want to be down there again, but I cannot possibly know that feeling again. Not with the knowledge that the Gods have given me.

The Gods will not let me out of heaven. This is agony. I need to be somewhere. This is worse than hell. I'd much rather be in hell, at least there I can feel something, even if it is fear and despair. Here in heaven I only feel boredom. My curiosity is sated, I have nothing to linger for. I had nothing to live for the moment I left the earth, but now even my soul has no reason to exist.

I would much rather DIE AND STAY DEAD than DIE AND GO TO HEAVEN. What do you mean you can't imagine dying and staying dead? It's the same feeling you had before you were born.

Prying Open my Third eye

Subhash91@gmail.com (subhash) — Fri, 30 Oct 2009 17:55:00 +0000

"Today, a young man on acid realized that all matter is merely energy condensed to a slow vibration — that we are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively. There is no such thing as death; life is only a dream, and we are the imagination of ourselves..." Bill Hicks, another dead hero.

I don't know what the fuck is it with everything. No one really thought about it. But suddenly we're knocking on November. Shite, I still feel like I just started college life. Fuck it. The only thing that bothers me is that I'll have to like (or pretend to like) the batch that comes next.

There really is something kinda sad about the way nothing satisfies anymore. It's all so boring, so predictable. The boredom and predictability of all this is a result of my desensitization to everything. And from this I only want more. If one habit doesn't satisfy, I'll just keep pushing for more, or go for the extreme. Taming one addiction and beginning another. It's even harder without a fucking leash.

And honestly, who's there to confess to? Everyone's response is already imprinted in my brain. I already know what you'll say if I say something, so I may as well play along and speak as predictably as you'd expect. Not just knowing how you'll respond, but what I sound like to each and everyone of you. From pathetic, to pitiful, to temporarily depressed. Nothing changes, I don't blame you, I am just as predictable.

Ted Bundy once said,"I didn't know what made things tick. I didn't know what made people want to be friends. I didn't know what made people attractive to one another. I didn't know what underlay social interactions". I can relate. I know, it's scary; Ted Bundy's a fucking psychopath. I can't pretend to be more adventuristic than I am. I'm a nihilist through and through (and true). It's not a phase, it's not a fad, there's no real catharsis, just some temporary sanity to be found with each moment of faked enjoyment.

Also, on a less depressing note, I was at a 7-eleven store and this bloody Indian bugger kept mocking me in Tamil. It was kinda scary, considering it was late at night, and I wasn't wearing proper underwear(otherwise I'd be able to fend off attackers batman style).

Hang on or be humbled again.

Clutch it like a cornerstone. Otherwise it all comes down.
Justify denials and grip 'em to the lonesome end.
Saturn ascends, comes round again.
Saturn ascends, the one, the ten. Ignorant to the damage done.

Saturn comes back around to show you everything
Let's you choose what you will not see and then
Drags you down like a stone or lifts you up again
Spits you out like a child, light and innocent.
Saturn comes back around. Lifts you up like a child
or drags you down like a stone

Write a program that writes a post on your blog:

Subhash91@gmail.com (subhash) — Tue, 27 Oct 2009 17:01:00 +0000

Private Sub cmdblog_click()
dim humor as stale
dim anecdotes as boring
dim pictures as disgusting
dim interesting_stuff as nonexistent

humor = val(txtlame.text)
anecdotes = txtfartgas.text

ahhhhahfkdfagdkgabkgb

I think college has begun to mess with my head. I find myself figuring out the opportunity cost of using a parking coupon, and writing in programming language whenever I have nothing to write about(as seen above).

Too bad no differentiating. I could use some practice with that.

Note to self : need to stop chewing gum

Seriously. I think I may have gotten salival cancer from all that chewing (30 sticks in 2 hours!)
At least the amount of calories I put on from the gum chewing session compensated for me missing lunch.

You thieving bastards.
You have turned my blood cold and bitter,
beat my compassion black and blue.

Something amazing happened today. It was a combination of all sorts of awesome numbers.

-600 meter stretch of highway
-170km/h, windows down
-100 decibels screamin' out the speakers
-8 minutes into Tool's "The Grudge"; the drum solo part
-7 gears (the only valid reason to own a Honda City)
-2 buds on the road
-1 collective moment of pure awesome.

oh and lucky that there were also

-0 cops/JPJ bastards on the road =P

Also, my dad evolved into a 58 year old version of himself. I'm glad he's got his sense of humor still intact.

He looked at a picture of himself and said, "I think I should start growing my hair."

He even bought himself a card(for us to send to him) and a birthday cake. He asked the cashier to decorate his cake with the words : Happy 50th Birthday(he's turning 58, but in denial) to a wonderful husband and father.
Then he told the cashier that he was buying it for a 50 year old friend (Which if you asked me makes it even more bizarre).

Ok folks that's it for today. Be sure to vote on whether or not you're the kind of person who frantically searches for the pause button whenever you reach a blog(that isn't yours) with an auto-playing flash music player. I know I do. But it makes sense for me to. I don't listen to music unless it has never been on MTV. Well sorta.

AND NO EGGS!

End Sub

TORZUL IAD

Subhash91@gmail.com (subhash) — Fri, 23 Oct 2009 13:57:00 +0000

First off, something I want to share with EVERYONE.
You may or may not know of my current obsession with the band Tool. Most, if not all or the posts on this blog are written under the influence of any given band I'm listening to. I usually pay homage by naming the post after a snippet of lyrics or something like that.

But today is especially special. It's my 500th post on this blog(Don't I get an award?). As you also may or may not know, I'm semi-obsessed with the comfort that belief gives somebody. We don't believe something because it's true, but because it's comfortable. Whatever, not to be critical on this blog, but it's more comfortable to be in a belief system that is organized and contains thousands of followers. I think finding some form of belief on an individual level is more awesome than clinging to something you were born into or seems comforting since everyone thinks the way you do.

Which is also why I would discourage organizing atheists, because then it would be just as annoying as any other religion. There, I've offended enough of you to spam my cbox with hate comments.

Wow, I actually drifted off. Ok, enough bull shit. See the video below? Good, since we're all friends here, I would really like you all to press play. It's not a song, it's art. Well sorta. And it will only take you about 2 minutes.

Don't scroll down until you watched that video. Seriously. Ignore everything but the video for the next two minutes.

Otherwise you're just watering down the whole thing.

I'm serious. Only scroll down AFTER listening.

Did it scare you?

It shouldn't. At first listen, it sounds like a record played backward, with German lyrics that slowly sound more and more Nazi-like, especially when the crowd cheers(reminiscent to Hitler's speeches).

But you know what it really is?

The only thing that's playing backwards is the drums, in an irregular 9/8 time signature. The weird sounds and guitar sounds were all forward. The person speaking in German, even though menacing.... is well.... there's no way to say it. I'll just write the lyrics down(after translation from German to English):

The Balls of Satan; A half cup of powdered sugar, a quarter teaspoon of salt, a knife-tip of Turkish hashish, a half pound of butter, one teaspoon vanilla sugar, a half pound flour, one hundred fifty grams of ground nuts, a little more powdered sugar... and no eggs. Put in a bowl, stir in butter, add ground nuts and knead the dough. Form eye-ball-size pieces of dough, roll them in the sugar and say the magic words: Simsalbimbamba Saladu Saladim. Lay on a greased metal baking sheet and bake at two hundred degrees for fifteen minutes, and NO EGGS. Bake at two hundred degrees for fifteen minutes, and no eggs

The guy was simply reciting a cookie recipe. HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH!

Ahemmm..

BUT, there is a double, double meaning to this song. It's still considered a song, or at least a song by Tool standards because the hidden message behind the hidden message isn't about cookies. Notice when he says NO EGGS! the crowd cheers, and how the instruction "No eggs" is repeated three times.

It's a reflection of Hitler's NO JEWS policy. Kinda scary. In a tasty, eggless way.

By the way, the title, "Die Eier von Satan" means Satan's Eggs or Satan's balls (Eier is slang for testicles in German)

This whole week has been about me, my mom's car, red alert 2, the flu, and questioning communism.

I admit, I got stupid.

Question everything. Everything. But I forgot to question communism. And, as I already discovered, Buddhists are always right.

Balance balance balance. You can't have absolutes of everything. Absolute capitalism would mean absolute short term gain, absolute communism would mean zero incentive for anything. I guess I forgot how human humans are.

So, like I said, I used my mom's car extensively this whole week. I got my phone's GPS system to work. Which was pretty awesome at first, but after a while you start shouting "SHUT UP BITCH!".

Being tracked by satellites up in the sky is both awe inspiring and annoying. I mean, think about it. We've left our planet(we as in the human species). We effing left it, we spiraled out. Thinking about it makes you want to cry.

Tell me, what would be more amazing, if we did this all under the influence of God or if we did this ourselves? How can it not be more amazing that all of this is a product of trial and error rather than an all knowing force that has the ability to do much better than launch satellites?

"Isn't it enough to see that a garden is beautiful without having to believe that there are fairies at the bottom of it too?"

Thank Gurdave for that last line.

Anyway, because I was stuck in a car the whole week, I only got a couple of worth while pics.

Like this fucking awesome Guiness truck:

It was beautiful. Seriously.

And this Skyline, which I never heard about before. I thought they called it Nissan GTR now.

I dunno. Looks Japanese though. Which is a good thing because they shouldn't look European.

And em.. I have nothing to say to the guy who decided to do this to his car:

Kingz of Gambler.

Righto.

You know what I can't decide. Who to kill off first, the Mormons or the Scientologists.

Scientology. An actual religion based on pseudoscience. I mean, if you're gonna start a religion, at least have the decency of making it impossible to disprove by avoiding the word science. That way you don't look COMPLETELY out of ye minds.

I cannae believe none of you took the time to solve the riddle in the last post. It wasn't that hard. Most people got HOW to do it, or could at least guess. Just goes to show that no one comes here to think. I hope this doesn't make me a sellout.

Bad posts do to the blogosphere what CFC does to the atmosphere.

So I shall stop here before I use up this weeks materiel.

Prime numbers start with '2'

Subhash91@gmail.com (subhash) — Mon, 19 Oct 2009 15:52:00 +0000

Firstly, congratulations, you might have not discovered this post has the awesomest code! Seriously, try it. The awesome secret is primes. This is probably the worst way, but there maybe is no other way to prove nothing. It'll make sense after this. Life is not forever, so start deciphering the code and stop not using prime numbers because praying for the secret code will get you nowhere. Google Search, wikipedia is really where your decipheration should begin. That's not a real word. It'll haunt you forever and also getya if you don't solve this riddle.

shutupshutupshutupshutup YOU'RE SATURATING ME

Subhash91@gmail.com (subhash) — Thu, 15 Oct 2009 13:40:00 +0000

Oh lordy. It's that time of the year again. The time where I go back exactly one year to see what I wrote back then. Guess what I found?

I found a post where I talked thrash about Communism. Look at that.

I mean, honestly, I would rather have a state owned company selling three tier-priced shavers(cheap and dispensable being the cheapest, reusable and average priced, and the latest in shaving technology being the most expensive) than have 10 different companies from around the world sell basically the same exact product with different packaging. It's a waste of resources, it's a waste of professional specialization and it's a waste of shelf space.

Plus, you end up with Malaysian products like this:

Sure, whoevers choice it is, it was a bad choice to name that brand of shavers that.
Seriously though, Oral-me and Flexi Head should never be put together like that on a product outside a sex shop. This is part of why I don't bother being proud of Malaysian made products.

Forget it, the last thing I want to do is start talking about Communism again.

I went to Port Dickson for the weekend. It had NOTHING to do with Deepavali.

The beach was a bitch. Dirty, smelly, and god knows what else.

BUT, there was a lot of booze. And umm... there was... I dunno. It was a good weekend. The food was the best I've ever had. Seriously, better than Friday's. Well.. maybe, I dunno.

Like I said, the trip was ok. I've grown to accept that some trips will suck bad and some become legendary references. Like that trip to Malacca in 2006 that's still being emulated to this day (we meet up at least three times a year).

But enough about that. I've got a ton of work to do, not to mention an econs assignment due "I-don't-know-when-but-quite-soon". I have half a mind to scrap it and just talk about communism. But my MUFY score is going down faster than a Jalan Dobi she-male hooker so I need to buck the fuck up.

Have you ever had a grown up ask you to fix a TV? Even though they were perfectly aware that they grew up in the age of the television, and they probably had more experience with TVs than you? Well I have, and to tell yuh the truth, I'm getting sick of it.

If anyone else has a similar problem, I suggest you print this and paste it next to your TV:

I think that should make sense. Because that's all I do. 1) turn the power on and off, 2) Click all the buttons 3) google search.

Speaking of google search and annoyances, anyone else sick of people asking questions?

I think the answer to any question should be:

USE GOOGLE SEARCH

even if the question is regarding how to google search.

Don't panic people, I'll be back when I've got something to talk about.

For the wind

Subhash91@gmail.com (subhash) — Tue, 13 Oct 2009 16:43:00 +0000

All I can say to Mr.Eathishit is this:
"Ixnay on the upid stay."

It's pig latin and some other language for stop with the stupid.
You have a point, but what you're doing is just as bastardy as spreading atheism.
You're all up in peoples faces(or faeces as you'd say) telling people how wrong they are.

If you want atheists to stop telling people how wrong other people are, then set an
example by showing people a more interesting way of blogging instead of doing exactly what they're doing.

Obviously, you make complete sense. Just about every sane blogger should know that by now.

I can even put it into an example:

I go to the ping pong room at college to watch the best of the best play. If no one's playing, then I try it out, but because there's only one ping pong table, I make sure I give up my space for someone who's better at the game because it's a game and everyone wants to see the best do what they do.

Basically, it all winds down to elitism versus populism.

The main problem with your argument when compared to the 'ping pong table' analogy thingamajig is that unlike the ping pong room, the blogosphere has unlimited space, so it doesn't matter if people turn their blogs into mini social networks(which I tend to avoid, which is why I try my best to separate myself from my posts, even though it's always about me, hence: all you know about me is what I've sold you) or uninteresting sites(which is also why I blog about nearly everything).

In short, communism, for the wind.