Back Alley of Humanity

After a fortnight of clicky noise from my hard disk, my hard disk decided to self terminate. I thought it would be strong enough to last another month or two while I save up money to purchase a new hard disk on my own. As usual, life is a bitch. It failed on me after fortnight of clicky noise. Good news for me, I manage to get it back up and running 28 hours later. Internet withdrawal is no fun at all.

I lost 2 weeks of photos (thankfully I din’t exactly snap anything important), a lot of neat wallpapers, a copy of Slightly Damned comic, and most of my avatars. The upside? New 500GB Hard disk sponsored by my dad. Window 7 that doesn’t fuck around with the memory + runs way smoother. Hopefully my gaming experience would be better with the extra unused memory.

Just to be an ass to those that doesn’t have a decent gaming rig (for those with awesome rigs, you can stop reading now and please refrain from emailing/commenting to make me feel sad, I have Discovery Turbo to make me feel sad on a daily basis).

I should definitely get a larger chassis next time I purchase a desktop, it’s too damned crowded…

Now I shall think of what to fill my 500GB hard disk with. Dobby out.

After my, shall I say, short journey some where, I suppose I feel some what pleased. For one I manage to satisfy my urge of going some where foreign and unknown to me. While it was not the initial destination I had in mind, it did the job of satisfying my urge to travel. Sadly I did not take any photos in this odyssey. How I wish I had taken some as memories.

Anyhow, recent appearance of new individual in my social circle (or the lack of it) some how made me rethink some of my past relationships. With all the thinking, I gained some insights and learnt something from my past relationships.

For starters. Girls are manipulative. It’s as though their born with the skills to manipulate boys. Next up, they would not hesitate to knife their best friend in the back if some how their best friend fucked around with em and took away their prey crush. Other things that I’ve learnt, I shall keep to myself, speaking about them here might alert the enemy camps (Girls) about their leaked military intelligence!

And now that I mentioned the word,, why the hell do they call it a crush? I don’t see how that term actually came into common usage to describe someone you fancy. The first time I heard the term was almost a decade ago when a classmate in primary school referred a girl he fancies as his crush. I believed I misheard him and stared at him blankly for a few seconds. Well won’t you if you heard “I’ve crushed xxxxx.”

Did a fat guy once crushed the girl he fancy while his friend laughed and say “Dude! You crushed her man! She’s your crush!”? I suppose it’s like the word fuck. Most people use it, and probably no one knows it’s true origin.

On a completely unrelated note, for those that fancies chocolate and can’t get them in their near future. I has a bucket full of awesome M&M and you can’t have em!

Kampai and M&M. Life is good.

Some times nothing beats having an elder sister watching my ass. Or more like an elder sister checking out what she could put on my ass or torso.

Yes, strictly speaking, my buddy down there has a new face, a mask to be exact. It has sharp teeth mind you. Too bad isn’t capable of actual biting motion. Of course, some new boxer ain’t all the awesome stuff my sister got me.

What more can I say?!

I’ve converted my RM39 into a mouse pad. Why you ask? Well, it seems a fine time to change my old notebooks to an actual mouse pad. The pain of hearing the sound of my mouse making contact with such a surface was getting to me.

So after some not so careful consideration. I bought one. Hell I can’t afford a Razer mouse pad. Well actually I could. But it doesn’t seem to be worth the value in money. So I bought a Steel Series mouse pad. W00ts for me.

For now it has a rather odd surface. Since they rolled it up rather tightly. But nothing a few days under my sociology books won’t solve.

On a completely unrelated note, since I haven’t been blogging as actively as I used to for various reasons, I suppose I left out a lot of my details. A week or two ago I made my own fried rice. Meh while it definitely lack in a lot of extra ingredients. It tasted pretty good.

Dear sister. I shall force you to try when you get back. Don’t worry. I’ll have diced up hot dog or spam in them when I fry em for you. Don’t worry. I did not get any tummy ache from having them.

Once again on a completely unrelated note, I think I now know why my doctor did not prescribe me any pain killers. Having access to pain killers whenever I feel pain is comforting. But when I run out of pain killers, the pain definitely feels more, uh painful? Good news is, the ones I take are cheap, definitely way cheaper than my usual alternative (Kampai). Believe me when I say, find an alcohol you fancy, and that’d be your cure for 95% of your issues.

The title aptly describes my present mental state. The hawtest website ever (My brain) suffered a rather nasty Denial of Service attack by some random individual (Freaking memories). No demands have been made thus far. Authorities (Left side of the brain) are putting the file under the “hopeless crap” section where they would just leave it alone for all eternity. The people however (Right side of the brain, or for some people, the heart) are raging over this put-the-file-away attitude.

They say that the authorities has been putting this aside for too long. Acting as though it doesn’t exist won’t make it go away. Usually, the authorities would put up a very effective counter measure of tear gas(cigarettes) and water cannon(alcohol). Though with the present economic climate and limited budget that the government(every other part of me) has, they have no access to tear gas and water cannon.

Yes. I’m not making sense. I know. I just feel like crap. And I don’t feel like sharing. Sharing does shit. I’m better off letting my car run me over with my dog on the steering wheel. Even if I did share it, it doesn’t change shit, and I’d make them feel like shit along with me. Fuck. I want my kampais.