the clog

2011-04-12T16:09:00.002+08:00

Yesterday is the last time I'll see her. It's for the better. She left in tears. And it's killing me.

2010-12-13T01:45:00.000+08:00

And that makes number 3! Okay, that's enough heartache for tonight, gnite!

2010-12-01T18:57:00.003+08:00

Holy snapplecakes! I'm back! That's right peoples! Rumoku is finally back after...whoa, has it been two years already?

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Wow. Time flies even when you're not having fun. Sigh. Typical. Anyway, since my last post, I finished college, broke up, broke back in, got a job, quit that job to get another job, became a government spy (sorta true, but I like to believe that it is because it makes the job bearable), broke up again after I came back from work in another country (from Trinidad and Tobago! Right before Christmas! It really is a magical time of the year! I really shouldn't have bought her a present...), broke back in and then here we are.

I may or may not have glossed over some details, but look on the bright side: More fodder for another post.

So anyway, after a lot of nagging from my brother in law I've finally taken up painting. He tells me that I should sell them and earn loads of money. Being the effervescent ball of optimism I am, I told him no one would be crazy enough to pay money for what I paint. Still, it's a nice thought and this Saturday I swear to myself that I will sit down and actually paint something.
Really! Maybe! Unless I get sleepy. Man, I sleep way too much now that I'm a g-man.

And after that word rush, I'm pooped. And that's the way it is. Thanks, Walter Cronkite.

2008-10-13T10:01:00.001+08:00

Well, I know i haven't posted here in a while. Mostly because I was too lazy. And I didn't have time. But mostly it was because I was too lazy.

Anyway, here's the first attempt at a new colouring technique. Huzzah! I haven't the foggiest what it's called. I'll just call it shadowing. Because it's cooler that way. It's much faster than my old technique. It uses...well, I would tell you but I'm too lazy right now.

Deal with it.

2008-08-09T02:56:00.000+08:00

Never trust cute critters. This piece was commissioned by my brother. It's mostly finished, so I thought I'd put it up. I'll put up the finished piece right under this one. I doubt it'd be much different.

Anyway, for those of you who aren't in the know, the pic features Domo, a lovable character from a Japanese children's program. He popped out of an egg and lives with his friend, a rabbit, in a burrow and has many comical misadventures. I'm sure you can find something on youtube if you try hard enough.

But wait, why is Domo standing on top of human skulls? Well, it appears that his imperialistic side has finally gotten the better of him. Also, refer to the first line of this post. QED.

I would have posted something wittier, but my brain is exhausted at the moment.

2008-08-06T12:25:00.000+08:00

Apparently, Billie Jean is not my lover. She's just a girl who thinks that I am the one...but the kid is not my son.

Anyway, this piece started off as something I did for a friend. I then added a nose and eyes and it uncannily began to look like Michael Jackson.

But you know what's really scary? His eyes follow you. That's right. Even as a picture Jacko manages to creep me out.

2008-08-04T14:46:00.000+08:00

I did a nekkid wommon (I'm being politically correct) the other day. It was exciting. Unfortunately, it was a picture of a nekkid wommon. So I can't post it here. Because...y'know...kids might be offended and stuff.

And right after that I was completely tapped of ideas to draw.

In other news: I'm actually looking forward to "Death Race". It's a movie about convicts that drive cars in a race to the...uh...death...in order to win their freedom! It's as if you mixed in bits of Gladiator, sans the Russel Crowe, a good chunk of The Fast and the Furious, minus the hammy acting of Vin Diesel, toss in liberal amounts of Jason Statham and Ian McShane and serve hot on a cinema screen near you.

Did I mention the cars have weapons?

Yeah...it seems like Hollywood just steals ideas from comics and video games these days. I mean, didn't I just describe the plot to Carmageddon or something?

Anyway, tomorrow I'll post something new, maybe. Unless I do another drawing of a nekkid wommon. Mmmmm...nekkid.

2008-08-02T08:51:00.001+08:00

Rejected superhero concept #342: Part newt, part man, all Hero! His special powers include breathing underwater for a long time, excellent diction, and an enlarged bladder! Newtman, the hero nobody wanted! (But he's the hero you deserve).

Plus, y'know, he's naked.
So nudists would finally have a superhero representing them.

Just more messing around with the tablet. Haven't tried out any new techniques today. Anyway, newtman, joke that he is, is actually another foray into monster designing. And yes, I know he's not "real" monster. I made him up (or I could claim he's the real Loch Ness Monster), but he's a monster and that's what counts.

My next attempt would probably be a shot at replicating someone else's art (best way to learn quickly: steal someone else's technique!)

And when I'm finally good enough: oodles of nekkid wimmen pics! Yay!

2008-08-01T18:25:00.005+08:00

Okay, today's experiment was to make something so cute and sweet it threatens my very manliness itself! I think...I may have succeeded. My 'nads are ashamed of me. Anyway, I think I'm finally getting the hang of this tablet art stuff. I wanted to show the progression of the piece (I thought it would be fun), but it only occurred to me to do that only AFTER I was done with the bear. Yeesh. So yeah, you can't see him when I was scribbling the idea of him (like you can with the bunny). The bear was supposed to be red, but for some reason he looks more brown than red. Oh well.

By that time I couldn't be bothered to change him up (and besides, he looked rather cute), so I decided to make the rabbit look real weird. And she fought me all the way. Painting the rabbit was such a pain in the patootie. But it all worked out in the end.

Or at least well enough. The worst thing about this sort of thing is that you only notice all the problems with the piece only after you're done with it. How problematic.

Poop.

Okay, next piece I'm gonna do something manly! Grrrr! My testosterone demands it!

PS

I just noticed this, but the multiple drawings have a sort of photo booth effect. Uh...in case anyone asks, I meant to do that!

Oh, and I now have a new banner! Yay me! I rather like this new one. I wonder how everybody else feels about it. Feel free to comment!

2008-07-25T17:55:00.002+08:00

Well, I didn't really start off wanting to do this piece, but it just came about anyway. I started off with an orc. It all went downhill from there. As far as I can tell, this is a poor attempt at a kappa. Notice the cup on his head. All kappas have some sort of cup on their heads (though in all fairness, the cup is usually a part of their head) and is the key to their power. They can be rather vicious bastards, and when not appeased with offerings of cucumbers they often resort to feasting on the flesh of humans.

This particular monster comes from Japan. Hm, is it just me or am I on a monster bender here? This makes the second monster I've done in just as many days. Oh well, no need to jinx it.

Anyhoo... maybe I should just keep drawing monsters. They do seem rather fun to do.

2008-07-21T17:17:00.003+08:00

Hrm...so here's another test. I've been in a slump of late. I've tried a lot of experiments with the tablet and most of them failed. Anyway, this is just another test showing the different techniques used. The one on top is just a quick sketch and fun mess around. There's more feeling to it, I think.

The bottom one is a full on painting test. I still have a ways to go before being happy with it. But I did finally learn about pen pressure. Turns out, I wasn't enabling it at all. >_>...

In previous pieces, I mean.

Well, anyway, NOW there be dragons here. Now if only I could make one that I'd be happy with
v_v.

Oh, and be sure to click on the pictures to zoom in. Only then can the detail be appreciated. And stuff. Just do it!

2008-07-04T04:58:00.000+08:00

Naananannananana...BATMAN! Just another test. Consider it a bonus for the 4th of July. Hooray for holidays! Go watch the new Batman movie! Well...when it comes out.

2008-07-04T02:31:00.001+08:00

Not sure about the meaning behind the picture, but I just wanted to do something like this. Tried to make it look like a painting...sorta succeeded, I think. I hated that metal arm though. Why the heck did I include that? Ugh. Next picture I resolve to do a nekkid woman! Stay tuned!

2008-07-02T01:55:00.003+08:00

Well, here it is. A picture of my girlfriend. Okay, nobody really demanded it ('cept for her), but I needed something to practice with. Anyway, I tried to do a caricature of her (it was supposed to be a cute cartoon of her. But things happened...).

Anyway, enjoy.

PS She says it looks nothing like her. Hurrumph! There's no pleasing some people.

2008-07-01T01:55:00.000+08:00

Well, this was my practice that I was learning from a dude on youtube. Then I got irritated because it wasn't coming out right. Then I gave up. Then I just filled in the rest with whatever technique I knew. Yeah, it didn't come up exactly right, but this blog is meant for all those failures and triumphs, so here it is, my newest failure. I still like it though. Maybe the next one will be better.

2008-06-30T00:35:00.000+08:00

Well, this was an interesting practice. This particular piece was not done with pencil, but with a tablet. That's right, a tablet. How strange! Anyway, I came across this technique while surfing Youtube and was significantly intrigued. Enough so that I tried to replicate it. I think it worked out pretty well. Hooray! Level up maybe?

2008-03-06T06:18:00.003+08:00

I just watched "Grave of the Fireflies" for the third time. It depressed me all over again and I shed many manly tears. I decided to commit those feelings to a digital canvas and, failing miserably, I decided to then just recreate the scene where manly tears eked from my eyes. And yes, this is a faithful recreation of the scene. I even have the hat to prove it.

Why the hell did I watch that movie? I just depresses me! Oh, but it hurts so good...

Recommended song to listen to while drawing angsty pictures: Scars by Hannah Fury (it's a continuation to the song "Scarborough Fair").

2008-02-14T08:39:00.003+08:00

Well, here's a new colouring technique I've finally gotten round to figuring out all by myself! Hooray! Okay, so the outlines still look rough (I don't have the patience to use the pen tool) but I think I've found a colouring technique that I like a lot (that doesn't look like complete crap). As for what the heck that creature is supposed to be...well, I think it's a lazy attempt to create a monster when I really meant to draw a cat. ^_^

Ironically, it is very similar to my banner creature. Could this point to a random fear of cat creature monsters? Luckily, you can use this semi-fortuitous turn of event to compare the two drawings. Impressed? No? Meh...I don't need your approval anyway! *runs into the bathroom to cry*

Maybe one day I'll even draw a proper picture that I can be happy with (something with some thought to it. And planning. Thought and planning...ah, 'tis a beautiful dream).

2008-02-10T16:14:00.000+08:00

A little confession: I want children. Yes, like a woman with an anxiously ticking biological clock, I want to someday have children.

And I want to name one of them Django. Annoying aunts will click their tongues, and my future co-workers will whisper behind my back that I am crazy and unconventional. Even my friends will shake their heads in dismay. But dammit, I like the name Django. It's so cool!

So if you're expecting a kid and reading this, feel free to name your kid Django too. You know you want to. I won't hold it against you.

2008-01-23T20:36:00.001+08:00

Make it soWhile just sitting and doodling with my tablet and experimenting with trying to make a picture
come out looking like a painting I was haunted by the ghost of Captain Jean Luc Picard (of the USS Enterprise). He possessed my subconscious and where I had intended to paint a nekkid woman this abomination popped up instead. Curse you, Jean Luc!

But seriously, the effect was purely unintentional. I was doing my usual "bald guy test" (since bald guys are the most interesting portrait subjects available...and the easiest...what? Don't judge me!), and then the most detail I added to the picture the more it began to look like Picard. I stopped mucking with the drawing in fear that he'd shout orders at me to fire proton torpedoes...

2008-01-06T20:06:00.001+08:00

This pic was an exercise in colouring a hand inked page. The inking was done by myself and a friend. The picture was then captured using a handphone camera and the quality of it really shows (you can see the original picture below). It was an absolute nightmare to colour around and it didn't help that none of the lines came through like I wanted. But I didn't have a scanner at hand and beggars can't really be choosers. Okay, they can be, but then they'd be dead beggars which is why they really shouldn't be so choosy. But I digress.... It turned out pretty okay I think. That's all I'm trying to say.

2008-01-06T20:01:00.001+08:00

Was feeling a little artsy fartsy today and just started doodling. I then found out I can't draw anatomy to save my life...so I made it seem like I distorted the picture on purpose and made it a surreal picture. Yes, I is very clever. At any rate, don't ask me what the picture is supposed to mean. I haven't the foggiest either. I just started doodling and this is what happened. I suppose I should name it something deep and mystical so that people will THINK that this picture has a hidden meaning. And so, I dub this picture "The Hand that Rocks the Cradle!" . Oooooooooooo...

2007-12-17T10:43:00.000+08:00

Rumoku: Robot DesignerWork in progress. Eventually, I may even build this...maybe.

2007-12-14T15:47:00.001+08:00

Well, I was bored, so here's another picture of a monkey...this time done using photoshop. Ahhhh...I love photoshop. Maybe I'll do something more interesting for the next post...preferably something without simians.

2007-12-05T03:04:00.000+08:00

Get your paws off me, you damn dirty ape!

It won't be long now. The day that monkeys eventually take over the world is just around the corner. The BBC just said so , so it must be true. I never trusted those damn monkeys and now I have a legitimate reason to loathe them. Anyway, this marks day two of practice with Paint.net, and it seems to be going well. At least now my art doesn't look like a total pile of dog feces. I'll switch back to Photoshop as soon as I can be bothered to dig up my installer. It's somewhere around here.... But for now, I've also got to worry about the eventual simian invasion, so 'scuse me while I go hoard some bananas to use as bargaining chips...

2007-12-03T07:35:00.000+08:00

It's been a while since my last post, and no, I do not regret it! Not even a little! Okay, maybe a little. I've wanted to add stuff, but there has been neither time nor anything worthwhile.

Anyway, on a whim I decided to test out the program paint.net. It's been making waves since it was first released and rightly so. It has everything that made me love the original paint program it was based on (waaaay back in seventh grade) and then took several cues from programs like Photoshop. It is, essentially, paint on steroids. But instead of shriveled 'nads and overwrought muscles, the program turns out to be a thing of absolute beauty.

It is maddeningly user friendly. Everything is easy to use, an incredibly intuitive. Where Photoshop sometimes feels like you need a degree to operate it, Paint.net lets you jump in, play, and come out a seasoned expert on your first foray (though I may be exaggerating a bit). The textures was one of the parts that I truly enjoyed, but the truth of the matter is that pretty much everything was a delightful surprise.

But can it replace Photoshop as my de facto art program? In a word, no. In many words: no because it is a light quick program that has many merits, but just does not allow for all the extra bits that Photoshop lets you do with ease (okay, maybe not ease, but it does let you do it). Anyway, the long and short of it is that it's nice, but not nice enough. I could definitely see myself using it for a certain style, but beyond that?

Anyway, this is what I could whip up quickly and without too much hassle. It reminds me of a cheap Van Gogh imitation and I feel a little bit soiled because of that.

2007-08-27T12:10:00.000+08:00

Some days I feel like the BBC just likes to yank my chain. Like today. The headline link reads "Gay Storms to World 100m Victory".

So my first thought was "Wow, that's great. But I don't think they should point out his sexuality as the main highlight of the story. If he's fast, he's fast. He could be a transvestite as far as anybody else should care."

Turns out the dude who won the race was TYSON GAY.

There must have been some serious guffawing and giggling when they wrote that damn headline.

Screw you BBC! Screw you! I mean, sure it was an easy hit, but honestly! Some professionalism, please! That's just something immature commentators like me should do. For shame!

2007-08-21T16:42:00.000+08:00

There are many things that strike me as "not right". Eating babies, raping sheep, Uwe Boll movies...my list grows and evolves the older I get.

And right up there on that list, somewhere near the top, is "ripping off a man's nuts and trying to eat them". True story. Read it here on the BBC website. I am convinced that BBC puts news like this up just to see how much sympathy pain it can evoke from its readership. They probably have some sort of machine hooked up to their servers that is able to glean that sort of info. I don't know how, I'm not a scientist.

Revulsion aside, the article was very edifying. I had no idea that balls were that flimsy. Suffice to say, I'm now wary of each and every girl out there. That's right, female readers, I'm onto you! You've all been warned.

2007-08-20T22:31:00.000+08:00

Moving out! Yes, i am moving places! No, I'm not moving to a different blog address or anything like that. I'm just in the middle of moving apartments. So, I will not be online for the next week...probably. I'll have some proper work to show once I'm settled down and everything, but for now you'll have to make do with some empty promises and our sweet, sweet memories of moonlight in Paris. And yes, I know that you've never gone to Paris with me, so you'll have to settle for the empty promises alone. Nyah!

2007-08-16T15:20:00.001+08:00

Some days I feel like my brain is just sitting on a desk somewhere far from me. I imagine that it'd be in a cleaned jar of what used to hold salsa, but now is filled to the brim with formaldehyde. And in that jar would be my brain, just resting gently on the bottom, stewing in a combination of its juices and embalming fluid.

I'm sure a lot of you know what I'm talking about. Yes? No? Maybe?
Good enough.

2007-08-14T14:57:00.000+08:00

Yeah, I know I haven't been updating of late. Been busy. So sue me. Once the holidays roll over I think I'll be able to swing a proper schedule...provided I don't get lazy. So all in all, there's a 20% chance that I'll update regularly. Them's pretty good odds if you think about it.

Anyway, I wanted to do a human face this time, mostly for skin tones. But let's face it, drawing people is boring...so I drew Wolverine instead. Yes, I know it's a crappy version, but I was in a hurry.

The main problem I have right now is that I have no idea what to do for the next drawings. Ugh, a mental block so early in the project is ridiculous.

Oh, on a side note, this is one of those few drawings where it actually looks better if you zoom in (by clicking on the picture). Usually I'm glad that blogger shrinks down the picture because it makes me look better, but this is a rare occasion where you might want to see the detail. Yay!

2007-08-08T18:26:00.001+08:00

You know what would have been cool? Conan with a lightsaber. That would be cool. He'd kick ass and no wussy "Emperor" would have beaten him. He'd be all like "Get to dah Choppah! Nahw!" while swinging his trusty blade and lopping open Predators' heads left and right while telling George Clooney's Batman that he would "nevah put me in da coolah!". Yes, it would be awesome. Sadly, that movie was never made, so I decided to just go ahead and make my own image of Conan with a lightsaber. Darth Conan. Has a nice ring to it. Now all I have to do is convince George Lucas to run with the idea...

2007-08-03T13:25:00.001+08:00

I have an unhealthy obsession with apples. Not because they are fun to make love to or anything sinister like that (and I'm obsessed, not insane). I'm obsessed with them because they are quick to render and are at the same time vibrant with different hues and have a beautiful spectrum of colours in their skin.

It's almost impossible to colour a bad apple.

Which is why I often use them to test out new mediums (or is that media? Mediums sounds natural, but I'm pretty sure that the correct term is media. Ah well, as they say in France: Whatever!).

Teddy has been harping on me for absolutely ages to test out Artrage. It's a nifty little program, I'll give it that much. It really captures the feel and lookof traditional art media. The problem is, it's so CLOSE to looking like the real thing that I feel a slight pang and miss real art media even more. The main problem is, it doesn't HANDLE like real art media. I'm very tactile and impatient when it comes to art. I like being able to pick colours on the fly and such and know exactly how my brush stroke will be.

It's not that Artrage is a bad program. On the contrary: it's excellent. I'm just not sure that it's my cup o' tea. I like it enough to keep it on my PC for the occasional art tryst, but I'll probably never use it as my de facto colouring program. I do, however, urge people to try it. It's good fun, but I think I'm too stuck on Photoshop for now...

2007-08-03T07:05:00.001+08:00

There are a myriad of things that can incite someone to go out and do something: love and passion, revenge, the voice of God in your head.... For me, it's usually boredom basted with a hint of "what if I do that?".

Somewhere in the middle of the night I was just doodling and asked myself "what if I take a sublime piece of art by a master like René Magritte and try to recreate it using my crappy style?".

A bit later and after much wasted effort, this piece came up. Not happy with it, but it was fun to do. Maybe I'll do something more later.

2007-08-01T15:11:00.001+08:00

I'm a sham! I feel so dirty! Yes, it's another rotoscoped image!

2007-08-01T14:40:00.001+08:00

More rotoscoping goodness!

2007-08-01T13:35:00.001+08:00

Now all I have to do is a gajillion more frames and I'd be a rotoscoping masta!

2007-08-01T12:23:00.000+08:00

Well, it's not much of a comic but it's a start. I used this brilliant little program called "Comic Life" to do the lettering and stuff, so it looks pretty darn professional (and there's a Beta version of it floating around the net, so go get it here!). Or at least as professional as I could get it. I originally planned to do a four paneled comic based on an idea that Teddy managed to help me salvage (I forgot what it was, and Teddy had a copy of our conversation about that comic saved on his Messenger. Ruddy brilliant of him). Maybe one day I'll make the comic, but for now drawing Darth Vader is a pain in the buttocks (plus, I don't want to be sued).

2007-08-01T10:21:00.001+08:00

More messing around with the tablet. Can't seem to stop doodling...send help!

2007-07-31T12:14:00.000+08:00

Well, here it is. My first test picture using a tablet. It looks like crap, you say? Well...your mama's fat.

2007-07-25T19:05:00.001+08:00

2007-07-25T18:51:00.001+08:00

Hurray! We finally got the header done right (or at least as right as I can be bothered to get it right now). Does it have enough of a comic book feel to it? No? Well, at least I liked it ^_^.

Got any suggestions on how to improve the page? Let me know! Yay!

2007-07-24T12:50:00.000+08:00

Blog going through revamping work. Please pardon our continuous changes. Thank you.

2007-04-28T00:07:00.000+08:00

To the People who vandalize my Tagboard

You guys are all cockmashers. You know who you are.

No more tagboards. Go advertise somewhere else, you fucking harpies.

2007-02-27T11:32:00.000+08:00

A tale of two boobies

Okay, I know I haven't written here in a long time because, y'know, I've quit. I vowed never to write another one of thse things. Ever!

I guess the truth is that the very same thing that motivated me to start these posts was the very same thing that did it in. That's just fancy speak for "I got bored".

Anyway, since my last post, people I know have gotten married, pregnant, ugly and generally gotten on in life. Even I finally found someone to love. Yes, I have gotten meself a girlfriend. Huzzah!

Anyway, one of the sore points in our relationship is this very blog. Why? She's never been featured in it, that's why. So to make amends and such, I am writing this one off post about my beautiful girlfriend...and her boobies (to keep up with tradition and such).

*Ahem* My girlfriend's boobies are amazing. They are not world conquering boobies, nor do they defy gravity (or have their own gravity, for that matter). They are, in fact, unspectacular if you compare them to, say, Pamela Anderson's boobies. In all fairness, everyone's boobies look unspectacular once compared to the walking unnatural plastic factory.

So why are my girlfriend's boobies spectacular? Well, for one, they are balanced. One of my greatest fears ever was that my future girlfriend's boobies (GFB) would be unbalanced, with nipples pointing to the stars in an angry salute. But my fears were assuaged. They have good suspension, bounce subtly when she walks, and are a good distraction when I do not want to concentrate on anything else in particular (she thinks I am gazing adoringly into her eyes. Ha! If only she knew!). In short, they are perfect in my eyes.

ANd so, in writing this post I have fulfilled a dual role:
1 I have once again upheld tradition by writing about boobies
2 I have finally written about my girlfriend so she can't complain about never featuring in this blog. Plus, it was about boobies. It's a win win situation!

So, what have we learned from the experience? One, never let your girlfriend find out about your blog if you have one. And two, if she does somehow find out, implant as many entries about her as possible. As many as possible!

Heed the wise words of Rumoku!

Rumoku out...possibly for the last time!

Addendum: Since the publication of this post, my girlfriend has gone and read it and has even provided some helpful comments on how to make it better. However, since making those corrections serves to nullify the lesson on how to please a girlfriend I have decided to add parts of our conversation here. Enjoy:

Her: i still think my boobies look more spectacular than pam anderson's
Her: heard that?
Her: MORE SPECTACULAR
me: hahahahaha
Her: because im natural and she never was
me: I thought I touched on that?
Her: how can you think im not as spectacular as pam anderson
me: I meant that they are not as ginormous
me: hence, spectacular...like a show or something
Her: yeah ginormous equals spectacular
Her: but i like it whatever it is
me: this is sooooo going into the blog

And there you have it. There's no pleasing booby connoisseurs. *Sigh*

2005-04-26T13:15:00.000+08:00

Post from Tokyo...

I don't have much time. Apparently I'm supposed to be boarding my flight now, but I inadvertantly already paid for some internet time so...here I am again. Anyway, I have just arrived in Narita Airport, Tokyo. Didn't find any video games to buy, much to my chagrin. You'd think they'd at least have a booth.... But I digress. I leave for my last leg of my journey in less than half an hour. Next time you hear from me (provided that you hear from me at all) will be from the wintery wastes of Michigan. Speaking of which, yes, it is still supposed to be cold over there even though spring was supposed to hit a few weeks ago. Some freak snowstorm hit town I suppose. Last I heard there was at least an inch of snow. Ach, and I only brought a sweater and my suit jacket...

Rumoku out!

2005-04-26T00:44:00.000+08:00

The after the last post....

It's more like a mini post. I couldn't really resist. Just wanted everyone to know that I'm finally on my trip to the US of A. I'm currently writing this from Singapore, Changi Airport. I must say, this place is pretty cool. Don't really have much to say right now beyond the fact that this all seems very surreal. It's not really registering that I'm leaving everything behind to go to a place that is wholly unfamiliar to me without the comfort of family to ease the passage. Like I said, surreal. Not even particularly excited, just really tired. And annoyed. My family members gave me tonnes of last minute items. My backpack used to weigh a comfortable 5 kilos. Now I'm lugging 15 kilos around and feeling pretty daft to boot. Oh well...

Rumoku out!

Maybe I'll write something later for old time's sake

2005-04-24T03:40:00.000+08:00

The final post...

Well, this is it folks. I've been saying it for months now and the day has finally come: Intellectual Midgets Anonymous is dead. It's over. Kaput. Out like yesterday's news. This is, if you didn't gather from the post title, my final post. I suppose I could do a post tomorrow and Monday morning if I so wished, but to tell the truth I can't really be bothered. I think I'll end it here and get some worries out of the way. It's been an interesting year or so and while I can't say that I'm not glad that I won't be doing this anymore, part of me is also sad. But don't worry. As long as we all live, there is a chance that we'll meet again.

Rumoku out for the last time.

Sayonara, and thanks for all the fish!

2005-04-22T06:24:00.000+08:00

It's finally hit me...

It took a while but I finally realized something: I'm leaving. I only have three more days in Malaysia and I'm off. Holy Crikey! Am I the only one who's mind boggled? Like, whoa! I'm now currently running around like a headless chicken. Send help. No, seriously. I'm really panicking. I haven't even started packing yet. And nothing is in order. Aieeeeee!!!

Rumoku Out. Panic button initiated and stuck...

2005-04-19T19:14:00.000+08:00

Of great portent...

As some of you will know, Adobe has begun its final push to acquire Macromedia. Some of you will know this. Most of you would probably be saying "so what?".

Ah well, I thought it was cool. Now maybe I can work with photoshop AND flash in one program. Whoa! Now that's just a scary thought.

On a side note, I just remembered a time honoured rule about exams: it helps if you study. No, really. But let's face it, it's not really all to macho to study unless it is really last minute. After all, where's the thrill? ^_^. But seriously, next time I actually plan to study ahead of time. Probably. Maybe...

Rumoku out!

2005-04-18T02:06:00.000+08:00

The long haul...

Yesterday, April 17th, shall live on in history as a day of miracles. Or infamy. I haven't quite decided yet. After a long exhausting weekend (which included a kenduri doa selamat (which, for non malay readers is a sort of ritual prayer gathering to wish a safe expedition)) I get home and feel that not all is right with the world. It was then that I remembered that my parents' anniversary is up again. Jinkies! The last time I forgot my mom threw a tantrum that would have put King Kong to shame.

A quick email saved my ass this time 'round, but that in itself is not why April 17th would count as a miracle. No, April 17th would count as a day of miracles because...MY DAD ACTUALLY REMEMBERED HIS ANNIVERSARY! And worse: He actually bought flowers. For 17 whole francs! That'd be a small fortune in Mongolia! I swoon at the possibity of what this portends. The world my very well be ending.
The funny thing is that my mom got a bit upset and called him cheap...heh heh heh. There's no pleasing some people.

As for myself, I'm busy building a small shuttle that would jettison me into the safety of another world should everything go pancake. Maybe I'll even gain super powers to boot.

Rumoku out!

2005-04-15T08:29:00.000+08:00

I may possibly very likely be in trouble...

The worst couple of words to hear from any girl is "I'm not mad. I'm amused". In common english that may mean anything from "I'm not mad" to "I'm mad, but I'm not going to tell you and find small ways to make you life a living hell". I know this because I once had to live among girls and document their communicational lifestyles for National Geographic. Too bad they picked that Jane Goodall broad's documentary over mine. The jerks.

Anyway, if you have been following the blogspeak for the past couple of days my blog has been found out by my group of friends at college starting with Gothchic (not real name...not really a goth person either. But she's usually mistaken as one, so I'll go with the flow this time) and later by Red. I suspect that F told her since I, in a moment of madness, told him of this blog. So, to recap: FRed knows (there is no more F or Red. There is only...Fred (dun dun duuuuuuuuun)), Gothchic knows and at this rate the rest of the known universe will know. And yes, that probably will include Aunt Lucy's magnetized plastic goldfish. The horror!

So far there hasn't been any sort of retaliation for anything I may have written in my earlier posts. At least, no APPARENT form of retalliation. Unless you count the time that a bird decided to poop on my freshly cleaned car. Could that have actually been the work of Red? How insidious! Her madness knows no bounds!

Oh, and here's another thing that I noticed. I was trawling through my previous posts for inflammatory posts and such that may have needed censorship (which didn't really happen because I got far too lazy to find and delete anything. Besides, if I did decide to delete something then I'd have to continue deleting. Something somewhere pretty much manages to offend someone). Anyway, as I was saying, I was trawling through everything when I found that most of the comments HAD MYSTERIOUSLY DISAPPEARED! Coincidence? I think not! What we have here, readers, is a pattern. Red might very well be on the warpath. Red, if you are reading this post I never meant anything that I said before. Honest! It...it was a moment of weakness. I was younger and more foolish then! Please stop sending pigeons to poop on my car!!

Rumoku 0ut!

2005-04-14T21:16:00.000+08:00

IMA goes uber platinum...

Or at least it would have if blogspot would register my blogcount properly. I mean, it stopped counting the number of posts that I have months ago. Months! It's stuck at 121. I must have close to 200 posts by now (if not more). I have been cheated.

In other news, I have been trying to eat as much meat as possible before leaving for America. It is not easy to get meat in America. Halal meat anyway. And by halal I mean kosher. And by kosher I mean edible for me. And by edible for me I mean junk food meat. Need junk food meat! Graaaargh!

Oh, and I've also noticed that of late I haven't been talking about boobies. This disturbs me. Is it no longer a priority in life? I sure hope not. It might just be a sign that I'm maturing...or maybe it's a sign that I'm becoming impotent. Zoinks!

Rumoku out!

2005-04-13T00:43:00.000+08:00

Cripes, I've been found out!

One of the things that I have feared since the inception of Midgets is that it would be found out by a larger group than my original friends from Puchong. It doesn't really freak me out when a stranger would come across Midgets every once in a while and says something. Heck, I am suffused with warmth whenever something like that happens. But what if someone I know now finds the IMA? It frightens me simply because they might find something that they might not like. They might find out deep, dark SECRETS. But then I realize that I haven't really said anything that wasn't readily viewable in my real life and I relax. I mean, what deep, dark secrets? Ah well, I guess there are some good points to being an open book.

In other news, the next generation X-box (codenamed X-box 360) is finally up for viewing by the general public. Has it been five years already? If Nintendo comes up with a new system I think that I'm going to cry. I'm still unhappy that the GC never lived up to its potential. I mean, is it too much to ask for more games like "Windwaker" more often? Give me back my youth, dammit!

Rumoku out!

PS...yes, I think I've become a Nintendo fanboy...send help...

2005-04-11T19:36:00.000+08:00

The end is here...

Well, it's finally happened. PC (political correctness) is back. If you haven't been keeping up with the news, and you should have, they have decided to make the Sesame Street Cookie Monster the poster boy for gluttonal restraint. That's right; some people think that CM has been sending the wrong message with his cookie snarfing act and telling kids that it's okay to stuff their faces and become obese. Everything that was once holy is now covered in a steaming pile of poop. I can even imagine how they probably got Old CM to cave and stop eating cookies:

Cookie Monster: Me want cookie
Room 101 Officer: No you don't *whack*. Turn on the electricity
Cookie Monster: Aieeee. Nipples burn!
Officer: Let's try that again. What do you want?
CM: Cookie?
Officer: *Whacks CM on the side of the head*. No you buffoon. Turn on the electricity.
CM: Aieeeeeeeee
Officer: Try again.
CM: Me no want cookie now.
Officer: Good. Very good...
CM *whimper*

What next? Are they going to make Oscar the Grouch not live in a trash can because it encourages children to think that living like a bum is admirable? Are they going to make him comb his hair? IS NOTHING SACRED? My childhood is dead.

Next: The New Transformers animation series to not have guns. Optimus Prime and Megatron now fight using witty debates.

Rumoku out!

2005-04-05T20:36:00.000+08:00

I really should be working...

Okay, you know what? It's impossible to wait for people to dictate my whims. Well, actually, it is possible but I've decided to control my own whims! They're my own, dammit! What I'm trying to say is, I'm sick and tired of waiting for someone to reply to my previous post and so I'm posting right now and will henceforth post whenever I bloody want and no one can stop me so there, nyah nyah. Right, now that we've got that out of the way...

I have finally gotten my visa! Woo hoo, it's now almost 100% official that I am going to America. In fact, after expecting another long dreary wait at the US embassy I was rather surprised to find that I was in and out in less than 15 minutes. Feeling like not enough of my time was wasted I decided to go roam aimlessly around KL for a bit and wound up in KLCC.

Which then led me to visiting Kinokuniya. Which then reminded me of books. Which then reminded me that I wanted to buy a copy of "The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy". Which then led me to finding a copy that looked flimsy and over-priced and made my jaw drop to the floor with an audible *thunk*.

It was a large softcover tome that was going for a not-quite-reasonable 78 bucks. Ack. While I was reluctant to buy it I also reasoned that there are, in this world, at least 6 people who look exactly like me (at least that's what some people tell me). And at least one of these people must be having their birthday on this day...or at least in the month. Or failing that, in this year. In which case it was my job...nay, my DUTY to go and buy this book for their birthday. But since I have no idea where any one of my look-alikes may be in the world, it is only fitting that I, the facsimile, should hold on to the book until one of them comes to claim it. Satisfied with my mental wrangling I prepared to buy the book...only to find an even worthier book.

That's right, I found...The Ultimate Hitchhiker's Guide!!! (notice all the cool exclamation marks) which contains everything in the Hitchhiker's continuum. Hot-diggety-dang! And it's a hard cover to boot! The best part was that it was only going for 50 smackeroos. For six books (in one large tome. The kind that, if dropped on a human head from a height of 6 meters would cause cause it to explode. The head, not the book)! I was sold.

And I must say, it's pretty good. Not mind-numbingly good, mind you, but still pretty good. I've just finished book 1...and I'm stopping now just in case I run out of good stuff to read during my flight to Michigan...

Rumoku out!

2005-04-04T03:33:00.001+08:00

The Pope is dead...

"For what profit is it to a man, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul?"

Matthew 16:26

It's probably not relevant, but I like this quote. Requiem in Pace, Papa...(I hope I said that right).

Rumoku out!

2005-04-02T16:56:00.001+08:00

For those of you living under a rock...

The Pope is dying. Though the Pope and I are of different creeds I respect much of what the Pope has tried to accomplish over the years. It was inevitable to finally hear news of his deterioration. I actually expected him to die last year. But to finally hear the words "the Pope is dying" on the news this morning put me into a deep melanchonic state. This is a man who's been around as Pope since before my birth. You tend to take for granted that he'd be around longer when you get used to him being around in the first place.

Now, I've never met the Pope, but my Dad has. He doesn't talk about it much but from what I gather my Dad approves of the Pope, if not his creed. And that's a pretty big thing.

Anyway, that's not the point I'm trying to make. The Pope is a good man but I'm sure that there will be people around the world that will say "It's about time!" and rejoice. And that's a tragedy. Not because the Pope died. It was inevitable, so I can deal with that. The tragedy is that people will be happy that he died, not because they hated him but what he represents. They are rejoicing because they hate his creed. It is a tragedy because they cannot see beyond the irrational hate and see a good man.

Rumoku out!

2005-04-02T16:52:00.000+08:00

There is no justice...

Remember the Iraqi War murderer that was supposed to go to jail for 10 years? Yeah? Ok, read this. There really is no justice.... Mercy killing my ass...

Rumoku out

2005-04-02T11:03:00.000+08:00

Blog update unleashed! Rumoku goes to America...

...n Embassy. And lemme tell ya, it wasn't a pretty sight. There were PEOPLE all over the place. The lobby of the embassy was packed with these people clamoring to get to America. Sheesh, couldn't they at least wait until I had my turn at the counter first? Anyway, after 3 hours of waiting (yes, I have the patience of Moses (Golden Boy joke...)) I finally got my visa approved without too much hassle. It was kinda anti-climatic really. There I was, ready to defend my decision to go to America tooth and nail regardless of what the immigration officer thought when she suddenly said "Ok, everything looks good. Come back Monday to get your visa".

"That's it?" I asked
"That's it," she said
"Oh," I said, rather crestfallen.

I feel cheated.

Rumoku out!

2005-03-30T19:07:00.001+08:00

Hear ye, Hear ye! There's now a new Decree!

Okay, it has finally happened. I had an epiphany. That is to say that I finally see the light, achieved understanding and Nirvana. Okay, maybe not Nirvana...but something close! I don't like writing posts. Well, maybe "don't like" is a bit extreme. I like reading the posts that I write, but I dislike the process of setting up my thoughts. It's tedious. So now I'm bowing out to my inate laziness. I'm giving up the fight against sloth. I am now a slave to my Id. You get the picture.

In other words: I'm slowing down the post output! But how do I achieve this without just quitting the blogsphere altogether? The answer is remarkably simple: get others to goad you on to work. Just like in real life. ^_^.

So here's the deal. I'll put up a new post each time the old post has...erm...lemme see...1 reply! (2 might be pushing it. Heck, that might be the final nail in the coffin for IMA).

Hurrah! Less writing for me! Now, time to find something more interesting to do...

Rumoku out!

2005-03-28T22:12:00.000+08:00

Laziness prevails!

Well, it seems that the blogsphere is now rife with sickness that I call...erm...a sickness. Others call it a meme. An example of it can be found here. Now, I too would have fallen to this scourge but for one saving grace: I am immensely lazy. It takes too long to think about these sort of things... so I won't. Hurrah! (Take THAT, Teddy!)

In other news...I just picked up Travis' album "The Man who...". Pretty groovy songs (heh heh...groovy). Now I see what all the hubbub was about.

I also found out that I am a packrat by nature. My room is a veritable treasure trove of perplexing objects and moments of greatness. To wit: I was digging around and I found my copy of "Kingdom Come" by Mark Waid and Alex Ross. I was once again overcome by the sheer beauty of that one piece of work... it isn't fair that one person should have that much talent at their command. I'll probably put up a review of it at ReadLust later on.

On top of all that superhero goodness I also went out and bought "The Incredibles". Yeah, I probably can count myself as a fanboy now. But I couldn't help myself! I was just calling out to me: "Buy me! Buy me! Look at my sexy red packaging!".

Geh...must save up money. I'm probably gonna finish up all my tuition money before I even get to the States. Crap.

Rumoku out!

2005-03-25T05:13:00.000+08:00

Mystery solved!

Okay, it's been bugging me for a while now. With all of the subtle hype over the upcoming Star Wars movie nobody ever asked the most important question: how did Anakin Skywalker get that scar over his right eye? It wasn't there in the second movie.

Okay, so maybe a lot of people asked (myself included). In a talk with a friend it was revealed to me that the answer lay within an episode of... The Clone Wars animated series done by Cartoon Network! Gadzooks! That George Lucas is a crafty guy. Gloss over certain details so that you can milk profits from it later on!

But I decided to get the upper hand on old Georgy using the power of...THE INTERNET! I found the episode in question and downloaded it with the sole purpose of uncovering the truth. And so, I have decided to share this truth with you. Anakin got his scar from...God and George only know. That's right, trooper. IT IS NEVER REVEALED HOW HE GOT THAT BLOODY SCAR! One minute he's swinging his sword and the next...voilá. Scarred hero.

Meh. I should feel cheated but I figure "hey, I'm used to being treated like this by ole George", so it all works out in the end. Mystery solved! Huzzah!

Rumoku out!

2005-03-25T00:45:00.000+08:00

Sorry, nothing to see here. Move along...

Nope, don't really feel like there's anything to talk about today. Well, apart from the fact that I have an interview with the US embassy next Friday. But I'll tell you about that next Friday.

Rumoku out!

2005-03-23T23:06:00.000+08:00

Holy mismatched villains, Batman!

Well, this was just so out of the blue that I just HAD to say something. A recent gossip column has pointed out that Thomas Hayden Church is going to be the main villain of Spiderman 3. Now then, even though I have no idea which Spider-villain he's gonna play I am sure of this one fact: it ain't gonna work. I mean, look at the guy! His face is the face of a joker not somebody who'd instill fear into you. He just isn't MEAN. Plus I still remember him from Wings and Ned & Stacy, which don't help his cause much...

Finally, just picture this: Church as Venom. Tears of laughter flow freely from my eyes...

Rumoku Out!

2005-03-23T01:23:00.000+08:00

Rumoku, the seed of EVIL!

Well, it's been bothering me for a while now, but apparently I'm the spawn of Satan. That's right. I'm evil. I never even noticed until it was pointed out to me by Sharks. Okay, maybe she didn't come out and SAY that I've become evil...but she implied it. Here's exactly what she said:

"Hey, y'know, you never used to swear..."

See?! I've become the root of EVIL! Now I must rally an army and take over the known world. Too bad Risk has taught me that that would be folly. So all that is left for me is to create a super weapon of mass destruction and take over the world the old fashioned comic book way. But first: design super cool evil costume...

Rumoku out!

2005-03-19T20:40:00.000+08:00

Help for the hopeless...

Yes, that's right. I, Rumoku, have finally decided to impart some much needed wisdom to the masses. Most of the advice/observations are the result of careful scrutiny of the world around me. Some of what I am about to reveal to you may be downright shocking and difficult to believe. However, for the sake of humanity you must accept it as an unalienable truth. So, without further ado...

RUMOKU'S KEEN ADVICE!

1. It will always rain shortly after you wash your car. Unless you live in the desert, in which case a heavy wind will blow sand all over your hard work.... What I'm trying to say is that nature abhors clean cars. Accept this as a fact (plus you must remember that this is in keeping with the second law of thermodynamics...which says (in layman's terms) that everything goes to shit)...

2. Scratching your crotch in public is not, contrary to belief, a sure fire way to attract wimmen. In most cases you'd get disgusted looks. In some cases you might even get mauled. You have been warned. However, if you are an uber hot woman (or wommon, depending on how politically correct you want to be) you might be able to pull it off. More research is needed. Therefore, if there is any hot wommon reading this blog entry please feel free to contact me so that we can start a proper scientific experiment...

3. Pulling out your nosehairs in public is also a turnoff. No matter what your sex is (trust me on this one).

4. Rubbing your nipples is also a no no (again, unless you're a hot wommon... you can test it out if you don't believe me).

5. You are not as clever as you think you are. Also, you're not as stupid as you think you are. The natural fluctuation of commonsense and intelligence assures that this remains true. This explains why there are smartalecs and why no one appreciates your astute observations on why tea leaves will always tell the truth...

6. Tea leaves do not tell the truth or the future. Deal with it. If you really need to see the future, a good bowl of milk works wonders. Plus, at least you're not wasting tea, you Philistine.

7. Learning a new language or having the ability to speak something other than your mother tongue will instantly transform you into a bon savant (lit. trans: clever dick). And it also turns on chicks.

8. IF this wasn't apparent already I'll blatantly point it out: stupidity is NOT sexy. Therefore, you should always refrain from shoving unwanted advice down somebody's throat. Or talk about stuff you don't know about. Or shove talk you know nothing about down somebody's throat. What I'm doing right now doesn't count because nobody is forcing you to read this...

9. Knees and elbows don't bend both ways...unless you use specialized equipment (like bats, large rocks, metal pipes...etc.)

10. Girls dig bad boys but usually end up marrying the good guys. It's sick but true.

And there you have it. Of course, this isn't the extent of my collected observations. I just figured that if I gave you any more you might reach enlightenment and disappear in a puff of smoke because you realized that you might not actually exist. Thus proving Descartes correct and leaving me with one less blog reader.

Rumoku out!

2005-03-18T04:04:00.000+08:00

The greatest play that you didn't see!

Yesterday, wednesday night was, hands down, the most entertaining night of this week. Last night I watched a bunraku style play titled "A story a bird gave me to hear". It was awesome. That's right, and you missed it. Aren't you ashamed of yourself?

Anyway, for those of you who are not in the know, bunraku is a japanese style puppet theater from Japan (duh). This particular production was true to it's japanese roots because it was also in japanese. Now, ordinarily this would cause me a lot of distress because my japanese is limited to "toire wa doko?" and loudly sounding off any japanese company that comes to mind and praying that nobody notices. Suzuki! Sony! Karikepalakatak! Yeah, just like that. Fortunately, the play had subtitles.

The story itself starts off simply enough: A japanese school teacher comes to an island where she believed her grandfather passed away during WWII. But a chance meeting with a bird dealer leads to her questioning that belief and a great adventure. However, halfway through the play I cannot help but think "Wow, this is a lot like Mononoke Hime...". I'll leave it at that just in case you have an opportunity to catch this amazing play (slim chance though it may be).

The puppets themselves were a wonder to behold. As I was watching I couldn't help but draw comparisons to that scene from "The Sound of Music" where Fraulein Maria puts on a puppet show with the kids. Only, these puppets probably looked cooler. Anyway, I could try explaining 'til I'm blue in the face but you'd still not get an inkling of how amazing these puppets were. So I'll just say these two words: Puppet Helicopter. Okay, maybe you had to be there.

In short, this play has revived my once dead interest in the Malaysian theater scene. Heck, I wanted to stand up and clap many times during the course of the play. Unfortunately, I was too self conscious to do it. Too bad you missed it.

Rumoku out!

2005-03-18T03:50:00.000+08:00

More useless information...

Well, inspired by the sudden deluge of list type entries on the blogsphere of late I felt that I had to jump on the bandwagon as well. So, without further ado, my humble list of music that you ought to be listening to:

1. Me First and the Gimme Gimmes (any of their albums...)
2. White Stripes (Elephant...yeah, it's old but it's worth it)
3. Nightwish (erm...just try any of their albums. An eclectic mix of Rock and Opera. Seriously)
4. Muse (yeah, pretty much everybody listens to these guys but it took me a while to get into the groove)
5. The Metal Gear Solid 3 soundtrack (sit back and laugh).

Ok. That was quite a pathetic list, I know. But it also happens to be what I've got on my playlist at the moment.

2005-03-13T23:49:00.000+08:00

The Birthday...

Ok, here goes my half-hearted attempt to relate the events of the past couple of days.

Day 1:

Woke up feeling shit-faced again. It is 2:30pm and I have missed Friday prayers. Shit, I'm going to Hell. Had the sudden urge to throw up. Promptly did so and stayed in the bathroom for a good 10 minutes heaving up food that wasn't there. Got a phone call in the middle of the whole event. Rushed to get the phone between heavings. Ack. It's a call from Switzerland. I pretend that everything is okay and that I am not, contrary to what my body feels like, sick. They wish me happy birthday and are very excited. I'm slightly bemused and realize that another year has passed where someone has to tell me it's my birthday. Damn.

My mother (using her keen-almost-godlike-super-detecting-
abilities-gleaned-from-years-of-experience) notices that I am not as well as I pretend to be. She also noticed that I forgot my own birthday and reprimands me on both counts...though not as sternly as I would have thought. It must have been because it was my birthday. After an extended family conference over the line I hang up, drink my medicine, eat a sandwich and go to sleep.

Anyway, I get a call from Teddy later in the evening reminding me that there's a little get together later at Silva's. It's still a couple of hours away and I pray that the medicine would kick in by then...

9:00pm

Feeling better. Spent an evening at Silva's in the company of much missed friends (thanks, friends! You know who you are!). Concentrated on not throwing up. It also appears that I share the same birthdate as Ian. Cheers all around. Went home at around midnight full of cake, courtesy of Sharkgila (thanks, Sharks!). Felt oodles better. Maybe tomorrow would be a good day....

Day 2...

Felt like shit. Woke up at 1-ish. Sister looked worried. She asks whether I wanted to cancel the birthday bash. I decided against it since it was a little bit late in the day to cancel. The guests would be arriving in an hour...or two, depending on how Malaysian they felt their timekeeping had to be. Took a double dosage of medicine. Miraculously lasted through the day (though I was breaking down a bit towards the end). The guests that left later were able to guess that I wasn't feeling to hot. Went to sleep not long after that. At least the cake was good. Can never have too much cake.

Day 3...

Felt like hammered shit. Woke up at 7:30pm. Vomited. Must have had too much cake.... Went back to sleep. Woke up at midnight. And now, here I am. Wide awake and full of medicine and praying that I don't feel like shit tomorrow...

And that's a quick recap of my birthday and a couple of days after that. There were a lot of good parts to the past days too, but that probably didn't come through too well in my writing. That's probably because I feel like shit now too.... Ah well, here's to another year.

Rumoku out!

2005-03-09T23:41:00.000+08:00

Gah! Timewarp!

Have you ever felt that somebody pushed the fast forward button on your life? Days when you can hardly breathe because everything happens in a blink of an eye? No? Hmmm, then there must be something wrong with me.

My life has been on fast forward for the past month. It didn't really feel that way at first but things started snowballing real fast in the past two weeks. Somebody send for Dr. Who to help me out! Or even Marty McFly...or any number of those timetravelling people that we see on TV all the time.

Anyway, what I'm trying to say is: HELP!

That is all...

Rumoku out!

2005-03-09T01:24:00.000+08:00

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh, internet.......

Been disconnected from the internet for the past couple of days. I've lost count but it felt like three millenia. Or longer. Probably longer.

In other news...my birthday is coming up! This Friday in fact. Of course, you already knew or suspected that (the last post should have been a dead giveaway). With this new birthday I am one year wiser and older. Okay, one year older anyway.

It would be great if at the strike of midnight on your birthday all of your stats would level up like in a video game. All of a sudden I'd get a wisdom +4 and charm +6 or something and I'd have to do a little twirl accompanied by special light effects. But that doesn't happen.

What does happen is that you're sitting around tinkering around like you always do and hours later you realize that you're older. Or worse, someone tells you and you finally remember (happened to me for two birthdays in a row).

So what is in store for Rumoku this year? Will he finally wise up, stop screwing around and take over the world like he's been planning for years now or will apathy set in again? Probably the latter. *Sigh* Some things never change....

Rumoku out!

2005-03-05T15:00:00.000+08:00

Dumbfounded, flabberghasted and everything in between...

There are good surprises and there are bad surprises. Yesterday I got one of the good kind of surprises. Scratch that. It was a GREAT surprise. Here's what happened:

I wake up at around 4pm. It's become sort of a habit now. I'm famished so I decide to eat lunch/breakfast/dinner as soon as possible. I have a lovely nasi briyani buhara lunch (since I figured that I wouldn't be able to enjoy such delicacies for much longer) when I receive a call from my friend Nicky.

"Hey, you busy right now?"
"Well, no, not really. I'm just having lunch," quoth I.
"Great! Can you come with me to KL? I have to buy a present for my brother"
"Oh? Ok, sure, I'm game"

I needed an excuse to get away from the tedium that is my Political Science project anyway. So I speed off to Puchong, pick Nicky up and head for KL.

So, we rush around Sugei Wang (THE place to go for all sorts of cool gadgetry...in KL, leastways) searching for the perfect present. Nicky had his heart set on a Nintendo DS, and I was pretty psyched too when I saw the machine. So after much haggling and bickering with the storekeep, we finally got the DS down to a price that everybody was reasonably happy with.

At this point things begin to get weird. Nicholas looks at me with the weirdest look and says:

"Hey, this is for you, brother"

My jaw drops to the floor and my brain shuts down. For hours after that I was unable to speak properly or get this insane looking grin off my face. Apparently, alot of people were in cahoots to render me into a slack minded simpleton: Nicky, Teddy, Aspar and Aneep. God damn you guys. That was the best birthday surprise ever!

I'm still grinning like an idiot and it's beginning to scare off a lot of people...

Rumoku out!

PS...maybe I'll post pictures later...if I can figure out a way to get around the painful process of adding pictures...

2005-03-03T01:33:00.000+08:00

Time to pop some caps...

I was driving around the other day and during a moment of innattention I kissed the curb. Tried to grind like a skateboard using my car. Discovering new avenues for driving that do not include roads. You get the point. Anyway, before I could yell "$&*((#*@()($*(@" my front right hubcap flew off. The worst part was that as it flew off it landed right in front of my car in time for me to run over. Crap.

Suffice to say, the hubcap was totalled and I was not a happy camper. Plus my head was still hurting from my last migraine bout, which made swearing very difficult (my head hurts more when I talk loudly. And let's face it, swearing's not any fun if you have to whisper).

So I had to go out the next day and buy a whole new set of 'caps. The old ones looked retarded anyway. The new hubcaps actually look pretty okay. So all's well that ends well. 'Cept that now I won't have that much money to buy a birthday present for me. *Sigh*

And yes, I do buy myself birthday presents. That way at least I'll get ONE present that I really wanted. It's actually a pretty good practice. You should try it if you don't already. And no, Resident Evil doesn't count. That was a NECESSITY. Totally different from a birthday present. Really.

Rumoku out!

2005-02-28T15:07:00.000+08:00

Addendum...

You know, I always believed that I sucked at maths. And the last post confirms that belief. It hasn't even BEEN three days since I bought RE4, so I COULDN'T have been sick for three days. The fact of the matter is that I've been having migraines before I even bought the game...but in my delirium I believed that it all started when I bought RE4. So, to reiterate: I've been having migraines off and on since thursday. I bought the game on Saturday afternoon after a migraine bout passes. I spend Sunday morning in bed after a short round of RE4 and believe that it is the cause of my pain. I continue to have problems on Monday.

And there you have it. Stupidity caused by pain. Curious but true...

Rumoku out!

2005-02-28T12:38:00.000+08:00

Game of the Year?...

Well, initial testing is now over and I'm sick. That's right, sick. I don't know if there's a correlation or anything but I was hit by three days of migraines after playing this game. Meh, whatever.

What we really want to talk about is the game itself. Resident Evil 4 best game of the year? I don't think so. Yeah, it's great and all, but when I stack it up to my favourites on the GC it doesn't come out on top. Close, but not at the top. It just didn't pull me in like some of the games that I played. I mean, it's creepy, beautiful and everything but it just doesn't have that x-factor. Still, it is THE best Resident evil game so far. Period.

They finally got rid of the clunky camera angles and the muggy control system. Which is a big deal since I abhorred running into walls when I needed to run AWAY from zombies.

The creepy factor went down a bit... or maybe it's just me. I mean, after playing games like Fatal Frame and other such games it's not as scary when you have a gun that can fell enemies in a shot. Or at least that was what I was thinking until the whole VILLAGE of not-quite-zombies came at me with their pitchforks and whatnot. I screamed like a little girl.

Anyway, all in all it's a great game. It's just not one of those "can't put it down for a while" kind of games....

Rumoku out!

2005-02-27T03:10:00.000+08:00

Oh...my....God....

Okay, I actually promised myself that I'd write this post after I've had a good go at the game...but I've been putting it off for a while now because I have some projects that I have to finish up first. Ach, since when did I become this responsible? I must be getting old. Anyway, before that, I think I need to rewind a bit:

Today I bought Resident Evil 4. I just had to. It was calling out to me.
"Come, come and get me. You know you want me!" quoth the evil yet totally sexy game.
There was no way I could resist it. It lulled me with its siren song...even if it couldn't sing...or have lips.

Anyway, I'll tell you how the game pans out later. But now, testing! Yay!

Rumoku out!

2005-02-25T20:54:00.000+08:00

New obsession....

Well, it was only a matter of time. I couldn't escape it forever. I knew the day would come and it's finally here. I'm tired of running. It is time that I faced my inner demons...

It's time to buy Resident Evil 4. That's right, the video game. THE video game. All that drama for a game? Lemme just tell you this, friend: RE 4 is NOT just a game. It's a game so beautiful that your balls (assuming you have balls) would shrink at the mere mention of its name. It truly haunts my waking hours and my dreams are filled with naught but images of creatures very much like zombies. But not.

I have to buy the game! Unfortunately, I have not found the game yet. I have scoured all of the gaming shops near my vicinity but to no avail. My only hope is that one of the stores in town would carry this precious little gem. But a voice deep inside me tells me that I hope for the impossible. Will I never see the game before I leave for the US? One can only hope. Pray with me...

Rumoku out!

2005-02-24T21:59:00.000+08:00

Back, but still uninterested....

Well, it's been a while since I've updated this infernal thing. Alot of stuff has happened since then. Nothing of note, mind you, just a lot of stuff. Aaaaaaaaaaand, that's it. I don't really feel like writing more. See you next post!

Rumoku out!

2005-01-29T23:30:00.000+08:00

Almost like the Greek tragedy...

Okay, actually...no. Not even close to being a Greek tragedy. It was a tragedy that the movie Elektra was ever made, but its scope and storyline are nowhere near as deep as a Greek tragedy. Heck, it wasn't even as deep as a Peter and Jane book....

The movie came off as pastiche and mind-numbingly dumb. Elektra is an assasin that is versed in the art of Kimagure, and is a well honed Greek ninja. Stop your snickering, it gets worse. For eons there has been a cosmic battle between good and evil (so what else is new?). But there is a foretold wielder of power that is set to tip the balance of power. And that person is a woman. Now, in itself the story is not bad. It actually is quite interesting...if you could get your mind from reeling for two seconds. What was bad was the acting and the way the story flow was actually handled. For example:

"Hey, I have to kill you because I'm the bad guy. Notice my cool tattoos"
"Hey, they are nice. Lemme introduce you to the end of my sai."
"Aieeeeeee".

(note: this conversation never really happened in the movie but it could have easily been slipped in and no one would have noticed.)

That's right. Characters are introduced haphazardly and offed in the next 10 minutes. There is never any form of character development at all and those that remain in the movie for an extended period of time are surprisingly 2D. Elektra herself is about as engaging as a cardboard box. A very sexy cardboard box.

The true testament of how bad this movie was is the fact that I found my pack of tostada chips more engrossing than the film. Too bad I threw most of it at the screen in disgust towards the end of the film.

Save your money and avoid watching this movie at all costs. It makes that Daredevil fiasco actually look good. Yes, it was THAT bad.

Rumoku out!

2005-01-28T11:38:00.000+08:00

There's nothing worse...

There's nothing worse in the world than having a friend's mom call you up at nine in the morning to ask where her son has been all night.

That's what happened this morning. There was alot of verbal dodging and parrying, but in the end I succumbed to her deadly line of questioning. I'm so weak.

Lesson of the Day: Mothers are dangerous.

Rumoku out!

2005-01-28T09:02:00.000+08:00

You ever had the feeling that...

The world has grown old around me. Little kids say the most frightening things now and do stuff that make me blush. Me! 18 year olds talk casually of their sexual exploits and other things that they wish to do. Whatever happened to those wholesome 80's sensibilities that we used to revere...like greed and value for money? Now everywhere I look it's just sex sex sex. And I know that it's bizarre to say but I'm getting sick and tired of it. There must be more to the world.

When I ask people about love most just answer "What about it?". I am by no means an idealist. Heck, I may be one of the most cynical people on this world, but I would like to believe that love is an important thing to have in this world. Like I said before, the world is getting old.... Or maybe my way of thinking has become outdated. I'm not too sure anymore.

Anyway, that was just something I had to get off my chest. Now I'm free to rant about some of the more unimportant things in my life. Yesterday, I hosted the welcoming party for the new initiates to the Sunway WMU program. I was the MC. I have no idea how I got saddled with the job but there I was.... Most of it was a blur but I'm pretty sure that I accidently talked about my mama's overly large derriere at one point. It was horrible. I pray that I never have to do it again.

Rumoku: screwing up life one facet at a time...

2005-01-27T07:10:00.000+08:00

The Rumoku-man and the Sea....

Went trawling through a second hand book shop the other day and saw some BEAUTIFUL books. The shopkeep thought that I was having an orgasm and kept giving me the dirty eye. Damn neophyte....doesn't see the beauty of books. The book that I wanted most was a leather-bound gold leaf copy of The Once and Future King. Goosebumps rise at the mere memory of it's beauty. Unfortunately, I had no money. ^_^. I suppose I could have seduced the shopkeep, but not even my sensibilities would have allowed for that. She was over 40 and reminded me a bit of Jabba the Hutt. All those wrinkles...*shudder*.

In the end I walked off with a copy of "The Old man and the Sea" by Ernest Hemmingway. Yeah, I've already read it, but it's one of those books that you have to read every once in a while to keep life in perspective. Because at the end of the day it's nice to believe that even the insurmountable is merely difficult when confronted with the correct perspective and will. It's nice to believe.

Rumoku out!

2005-01-25T23:58:00.000+08:00

Love is in the air...and Death has my heart....

Ok, sorry for not posting in the past couple o' days. Went back to the countryside to visit Gran mama for Eid al Adha. Got to eat lots of meat in the process. It was good. Got back on Sunday but was too bloody knackered to write anything. And then general apathy hit for the next two days resulting in a total of 5 days of blog no shows. In the whole process of me being a blog bum many things happened:

1. Friends fell out of love and fell back in love (and not necessarily with the same people)....
2. Friends went out stalking their parent's lovers... (which strikes me as rather creepy)...
3. I find out that my internet account was upgraded without my knowledge or consent...
4. I got addicted to peach tea (again).

In other news, I found out that I may just be about to die. Seriously. Since I suffer from migraines all the time I was at one point prescribed Vioxx. Cure the head, murder the heart...how ironic. Good thing I stopped taking that stuff ages ago. Mostly because it took so bloody long to work in the first place. ^_^. Now all I have to worry about is whether or not it had any adverse effects on me...eeek!

Rumoku out!

2005-01-19T08:45:00.000+08:00

Ah! Mysterious!

Blog posts have mystertiously disappeared! How mysterious! Oooooooooooh!

Rumoku out!

2005-01-13T22:51:00.000+08:00

The day the world stood still....

Just a little bit of news: Today, January 13th, 2005, the power grid in certain parts of Malaysia unexpectedly failed. Among the affected areas were KL, Malacca and Parts of Selangor. Nerds all over Malaysia screamed out in agony as they were forced to sit without an internet connection or any form of computer entertainment. It was as if a million voices cried out in pain...and were ignored.

In response to the complaints voiced by the public, the head of Tenaga Nasional had this to say: "We're so sorry that this happened. It will never happen again. And yes, we said the same thing the last time this happened in 1996, but we're serious this time. Really. And if you complain anymore you can suck my male reproductive organ...".

In other news, classes in Sunway should have been cancelled but Rumoku's wasn't. However, after a whopping 3 people actually attended the class the Professor finally got the hint and let everybody go. Bah.

Rumoku out!

2005-01-12T09:14:00.000+08:00

Long live otakus!

All I can say is that it seems that there ARE girls who dig otakus. Amazing. There's still hope for me yet. Hurrah!

Rumoku out

2005-01-11T01:26:00.000+08:00

Things done over the weekend and monday....

Just to bring everybody up to speed, over the weekend I...

Ate pasta with a long lost friend and admired her very perforated ears...
Shaved off my beard because my Gran told me that "I looked like a convict fresh out of prison"...
Slept alot...

and on Monday I....

Had my ass handed to me in a bowling game...
watched Kung Fu Hustle (again). It's amazing how the English subs made it seem so much better (probably because the translation was actually spot on this time round...never watch Bahasa Malaysia subtitles if you can help it)....
Oh, and I got home at midnight. Again. I'm gonna have my ear scolded off me later. Again.

Bah.

Rumoku out!

2005-01-07T22:18:00.000+08:00

Lesson learned...

If you're in a hurry never, under any account, stop to talk to people. It may sound rude, but that's a simple truth. Stuff can happen. I running late to a birthday party (my surrogate nephew's) and I hadn't bought a birthday present yet. Anyway, outside the college gate I see Sana. She's smoking. I'm somewhat taken aback since I never thought she smoked. Anyway, in lieu of saying hi I said "Wow, Sana, I didn't know that you smoked. I'm a little bit disappointed. I thought that you'd be more health concious than that". Yeah, in retrospect I figured that that sort of line is not the best conversation opener around. But I'm stupid when it comes to talking to girls... anyway, that's besides the point: she bursts into tears. I think to myself, 'holy shit!'

Rumoku: Awww, crap. I'm sorry! I was just kidding! Smoking's really...erm...sexy? I'm sorry!
Sana: *Blubber blubber*
Rumoku: I didn't mean it!
Sana: It's *hic* not your fault Rumoku (well, obviously she didn't call me by my nickname, but let's just pretend that she did). I just broke up with my boyfriend. (at this point she breaks down into tears and stuff)
Rumoku: Awwww shit. Erm...I'm sorry to hear that. Ah, are you gonna be alright?
Sana: No, *sniffle* I don't think that I am. He says that he doesn't want to even see me anymore (more crying ensues)
Rumoku: Erm...(awkwardly patting Sana on the back)...there, there...it's all going to be okay. I guess?
Sana: *wail wail, various attempts to stop crying*
Rumoku: Shit...

Anyway, there were more pathetic attempts to soothe her broken heart. Emphasis on pathetic. She then began confiding all sorts of things to me and there I was, stuck. I couldn't very well run off after seeing her cry that much. It would be rude. And to be perfectly honest, I was bloody scared. I mean, there's no telling what a distraught girl might do. The last time I made light of my sister's breakup she almost ripped my balls off.

So I was running extremely late by the time I could finally excuse myself from Sana's company. I rush to the toystore and buy the first cool thing I see and ask for it to be wrapped. I dash off to my sister's sister-in-law's place and hand in the present. Safe! Or so I thought. Come opening present time this is what my sister says when she sees the present:

Sister: you bought him a slingshot?! How could you be so irresponsible?! He's going to break so many things! If he breaks anything I'll kill you!

Rumoku: ...shit...

And all because I had to be nice and say something when I was in a hurry. When shall I ever learn?

Rumoku out

2005-01-07T21:59:00.000+08:00

Moving along...

Okay. First off, merry christmas and happy new year. Yes, I know that I'm late on both counts but if you've been reading this blog for a while you'd know that this is neither surprising nor unexpected. Anyway, on to the news that's been going on in my life:

1. I didn't go on holiday for the winter break. A small blessing in disguise maybe because I was planning on going to Bali...eek.

2. Chicks dig my new beard (aaaaawww, yeah!)

3. A mysterious voice from my past contacts me through the blog. Look to yonder tagboard to see what I'm talking about. It feels like I'm in a seance and all of a sudden a ghost begins groping me...waaaaah! Scary. Coupled with the fact that I have absolutely no idea who this person is...well... it makes it even more disturbing (and I can't really explain how, so don't ask).

And that's all that really happened. Well, there were other insignificant things that also happened, like the cat getting run over and other shit, but I don't want to talk about it.

Rumoku out!

2004-12-31T01:24:00.000+08:00

Yaaaar! Shiver me timbers and all that jazz...

I am addicted. Not to crack or mary jane or any other sort of narcotic but to something far, far more sinister. I am addicted to... Long John Silver's battered chicken! No, the chicken wasn't beaten up or anything like that. It's a succulent piece of boneless chicken dipped and fried in a crispy golden batter that makes you hunger for more. Yes, it sounds like they're paying me to write about their delicious food franchise but they're not. The addiction has gotten so bad that when I'm not eating the chicken I'm constantly thinking about it. And what's worse is that I have discovered that there is an outlet within 10 minutes drive from my house. Oh, the humanity! My waistline is screaming for me to stop. Somebody send help! Or at least more of that chicken! Mmmmmmmmmmmm, chicken....

Rumoku out!

PS: Finally got to watch "Kung Fu Hustle" the other day with the Usual Gang of Eejits. Storyline was all over the place, and it wasn't all that funny (Shaolin Soccer was oodles funnier), but it was pure eye candy from beginning to end. Recommended, but try to find a cinema that has english sub-titles. I wouldn't call the malay subtitles crap but it definitely had the aura of poo hanging about it....

2004-12-30T13:42:00.000+08:00

Relaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaax............

After all those weeks of hectic running around and actually doing work, I feel somewhat disoriented with all this free time on my hands. Don't get me wrong, I love the feeling of langour and all but I just don't know what to do with myself. Meh, I'll probably figure something out (read: I shall eat and sleep to my heart's content). Actually, now that the semester's over I can get back to that reading list that I've promised to finish for a while now. I think there's something like 20 books on the list now -_-. Gah. Anyway, the noteworthy ones on the list are C.S. Lewis' "Out of the Silent Planet" series (Three books...no wait, make that two. I finished the first one), "The Invisible Man" by Ralph Ellison, some book by Terry Pratchett (I forget which one...but I think it involves the witches of Lancre), and L.E. Modesitt's "Magi'i of Cyador".

Aside from that I plan to spend some much needed quality time with Greta. She's been feeling neglected of late. If she was a human she'd be complaining just about now (for those of you who are not in the know, Greta is my beautiful, beautiful gamecube.... Yeah, she's a sexy beast).

In other news, I have taken to growing a stylin' beard that is reminscent of Gordon Freeman's (of Half-Life fame). So far, the results have been somewhat dismal. I imagine that people are quietly sniggering behind my back. The bastards. Teddy politely commented that the beard makes me look "rugged". I'm sure that he's lying. Bah, they all shall be silenced when I snag a beautiful biochemical scientist/model with this bearded look. Just wait for it!

All in all, it looks like it's going to be an uneventful holiday (crosses fingers)

Rumoku out!

PS: F got back with his girlfriend... some people live for punishment....

2004-12-29T13:51:00.000+08:00

Have yourself...a merry little christmas...and happy new years...whatever...blah....

Just got back. Feeling knackered. Send help. Quick.... zombies....everywhere....

End of Transmission

Rumoku

2004-12-21T05:20:00.000+08:00

The Greatest Nightmare ever...courtesy of Technology

Holy Crap! That's the mildest of terms that pops into my head right now. If there was ever a time that I hated technology this would be it. Technology, you can suck my balls.

I have been stuck in front of this damned computer for a good portion of my weekend. And Monday. Roots have now grown between my computer chair and my plush derriere. And why? Because I have been frantically trying to finish off my evil, evil take home history of modern ideas exam. It's like a miniaturized version of Hell.

But I was fine when I finished the paper at 2am. Satisfied with the essays that I had written (there were four of them, each amounting to 1000 words), I was ready to sleep most of the day away and hand the paper in when I woke up (at around 2pm...). I get a call at 4am from a friend asking me to help him out with his essay. I told him to gimme 5 more minutes (it takes me that long to wake up). In that interim period, another friend calls me up. She's asking the same thing of me. So I drag my ass back to the terminal and switch on the infernal machine. But wait, when did I switch it off before? I didn't. Somehow, the computer had rebooted itself and the worst part of it is...I DIDN'T HAVE TIME TO SAVE! So around 3/5ths of my work (maybe more) is now down the drain. It is now 5:30am and I am screwed. And this is the second time I'm writing this bloody blog update because my computer restarted again. I has done this four times since I started work again at 4:30. At this rate, I may not be able to finish in time. In fact, even under ideal conditions I may not be able to finish this in time (remember that I took most of the weekend to write up those essays, so there is almost no way in hell that I can finish it by 4pm today). The horror, the horror!

So once again, Technology, you can suck my balls...

Rumoku out

PS: If anybody ever says that having take home exams is better than having a sit in exam to my face again, I will gut them and leave their heads on poles for the crows to fight over.

2004-12-18T13:28:00.000+08:00

Now as much fun as waxing your nipples...

It's Saturday morning and I should be doing work. As usual. But right now I'm facing a different level of procrastination: I'm actually procrastinating from doing my final exam. That's right, you didn't read it wrongly: I'm supposed to be doing my finals today. Don't worry though, I didn't skip going to a finals paper. I may be stupid, but I'm not crazy (wait, did that come out right?). It's a take home exam and it's a killer. Just looking at the questions makes the world seem to go all vertigo. So I am doing everything I can to put off doing what needs to be done. Even to the point of writing in my blog. Yes, I'm that desperate. Anyway, I think I'll go and have a very long lunch now...and after that a really long stroll in a park on the other side of the world.

Rumoku out!

2004-12-16T21:56:00.000+08:00

A week of hell...

Well, as many of you know, the final week before exams is hell. That's when everything comes to a head, when last minute assignments need to be turned in, when most people turn to God and when a lot of money exchanges hands (you can figure that out). I have completed more assignments in this past week than I have during the whole of this semester. It was almost miraculous the way a project that should have taken a month can be completed in the span of 12 hours. It was definitely a miracle when the lecturer accepted it without any qualms. I tell you, it is times like this that God must exist. I mean, if hell and miracles both exist, then we must accept that God must exist as well. ^_^. Oh, I'm such a wit.

In other news, I have finally gotten my hands on a personal holy grail of mine: Spaceballs. I have waited close to 14 years to watch this movie. Ever since I first watched that documentary on Star Wars that had a short clip of this silly movie, I have yearned to watch it. Now I'm just too afraid to watch it. I mean, in my head the movie is legendary. What if it doesn't live up to the reality in my head? Besides, I can't watch it right now anyway, since I'm just too stressed to enjoy it (what with the exams coming up and everything).

Or maybe I'm just making excuses. Anyway, I just got off the phone with my mom. She says that she is going to discuss my college application choice with my dad. I wonder if things will go my way? Their decision decides whether I spend an extra 2 months in Malaysia or fly off at the end of April. Yikes. I can feel my balls shrivel just thinking about this. Anyway, I now have to get back to work. Maybe I'll write more tomorrow.

Rumoku out

2004-12-10T19:48:00.000+08:00

Rumoku the good samaritan...

Anxious to soften my image as an insane psychopath and criminal mastermind I decided to go and cheer a friend of mine up. This happens to be the same friend who recently broke up with his girlfriend. The one who broke up because of the advice that I gave. Yes, that same friend. Apparently, he hasn't been coming to class for the past three days or so. Being the fantastic friend that I am, I didn't even notice ^_^.

So anyway, after being confronted by the Dean (eeek), I find out that he's been skipping alot of classes of late. It's almost sick to find out that your friend has been AWOL from an authority figure. So why does he tell me this? Apparently, he thinks I'm his best friend since I hang out with him alot. Ack. More guilt...

Dean: What has happened to F? Is he ill?
Rumoku: (Mind spinning like mad) Erm...yes! He is ill! Very ill! (Panicky, but the concern does somehow come through...)
Dean: I see...
Rumoku: In fact, I've been trying to contact him forever now! He just won't pick up the phone! I'm heading over to his place after class to see how he's doing (brilliant form! Magnificent spin doctoring! The crowd goes wild with enthusiasm).
Dean: Very good, carry on.

So Rumoku lives to fight another day. But being bored I decide to pop on by and see how F was doing.

When I got there it didn't look too bad. F just looked like he had been buggered into semi-consciousness which was not too bad, all things considered. I had imagined that he would look alot worse. In my head, I had imagined that he would have looked like he just found out that he was the love child of and ape just as he was buggered to unconciousness by a cross eyed bull. With gonorrhea. Anyway, I somehow manage to convince him to take a shower and come along and bowl with me. I hear that bowling can cure any manner of ills.

But it turns out that we couldn't go bowling because there was a competition going on at the time. Curse the luck. It turns out that bowling wasn't a good idea anyway since it reminded him of his girlfriend anyway. I have no idea why, so don't ask. Maybe her breasts were as hard as bowling balls. Only God knows the truth.

Anyway, to make a long story short, I drag him to the cinema to watch Ocean's 12. It was frikkin' brilliant. It was so brilliant that my sad, heartbroken friend came out grinning ear to ear. My mission accomplished and my mind no longer encumbered by feelings of guilt, I can now get back to the finer things in life. Like torture and video games.

The moral of the story? Go watch Ocean's 12! It's gorgeous!

Rumoku out!

2004-12-09T03:37:00.000+08:00

Deadman Walking...Countdown officiated...

Well, it's official. I'm axing the Intellectual Midgets Anonymous Project. That's right, you heard me. I'm going to kill this blog. Why? Well, why not? Seriously?

Okay, that's a bad reason. The truth is I'm tired of this whole blogging scene, and while I do enjoy reading my own perverse thoughts I just don't feel as enamoured with the whole concept anymore. Besides, every Tom, Dick and Harry is now jumping the blogging bandwagon, so who's to mark the passing of one small insignificant blog (namely mine)? And that's the main reason right there. Blogging has become trendy. I'd do anything not to be trendy. I used to revel at how I was a rebel without a cause on the net. Now I'm just like everybody else. So I'm killing this blog.

Not that it hasn't been fun. It has. And it still is. Which is why the date of the execution of this blog is set for FOUR MONTHS. In April, this blog is toast! And there will be no sudden pardons from some make believe governor either. Arnold does not rule this part of the 'net and never will. Coincidentally, the blog is set to die at around the same time I plan to leave the country for the next one and a half years, so it all works out nicely. Now all I hafta do is set up some sort of death clock to show how many more days are left 'til IMA bites the dust. Hoo haa! I'm getting excited already.

Rumoku out!

2004-12-07T18:23:00.000+08:00

Rumoku: Agony Aunt

That's right...you didn't misread it. I'm an agony aunt in training. For those of you who don't know what an agony aunt is...erm...open up a newspaper once in a while. You can't miss those sort of columns: they will make you laugh at how absurd life truly is. Okay, that wasn't a good explanation. Let's try that again. An agony aunt is someone who you confess your problems to for advice. Most often, these problems revolve around heartache and emotional agony.

Phew, the buildup sure took a long time. So where was I? Ah right. I'm an agony aunt. For some reason people now come to me for advice about their love problems. But it doesn't make any sense because I HAVE NEVER BEEN IN LOVE! And still they ask. My mind boggles.

What makes the whole situation almost intolerable is the fact that my advice may have caused one friend to break up with his girlfriend. I'm pretty sure that the whole relationship was leaning towards that resolution for a while now but my advice may have been the shove that broke the camel's straw. Or something.

I just pray that my advice will never lead to someone's suicide. Eeeek....

Rumoku out

2004-12-05T13:45:00.000+08:00

Now 60% more posh and cultured...

You know what's brilliant about the weekend? Being able to sleep as late as you want. I just woke up and it's now 1:42pm. That's right, PM! Woo hoo!

Anyway, yesterday I went to watch a foreign movie (gosh, I feel all intellectual now for some reason). My partners in crime were Raz and Elaine... but I mostly blame Elaine for dragging me to watch it.

When we were booking the tickets the booth guy told us that it was an italian movie. It was actually Irish. I just don't see how anyone could make such a mistake. Anyhoo, for anybody interested, the movie was called "When Brendan met Trudy". And yes, it was a love story (*shudder*). It was pretty okay for the most part, but they had to censor a lot of the scenes since Brendan and Trudy were macking it pretty consistently throughout the movie. It wasn't porn, but the censors made it look like one. The funny thing is that since it was part of a film festival the hadn't had the time to properly censor the movie. So the movie guy had to put a board over the projector whenever a naughty scene came on. The sad thing is that sometimes he let a scene slip. I shall forever be scarred and never as pure as I was before the movie. Meh, no biggie ^_^.

I don't really feel like giving a synopsis of the movie. Mostly because I just woke up and my brain cells are screaming for me to get back into bed. Anyway, there's alway google if you're really desperate to know what it's all about. For my own part, I don't think I can ever listen to "Panis Angelicus" without snickering ever again.

Rumoku out...