The Flabby Tabby

OMG I HAS A BLOG?!?!

2009-06-02T21:56:00.000+08:00

Yeah. Wth?

Uncle Joe

2009-04-17T01:31:00.003+08:00

I'm officially an uncle now. My brother's son came into the world on 16th April 2009 past midnight.

The Rohan family begins to expand.

Long Live Darius, son of Rohan.

Eeenteresting...

2009-04-11T23:30:00.002+08:00

Been ages since I blogged. Anyway, I look back at what I've done during my looong break and realize much has changed. And not for the better (depends on your point of view).

Training to be a pilot is NOT easy. Fuckload of things to know and understand and no free reign of personal style. I must rigidly stick to by-the-book procedures and it makes things boring. Although I admit it is interesting. Been really busy with it with my focus on studies, W40k and Paintball.

Progess with studies has been steady but as usual I have absolutely no motivation to work on my own so I go regularly to my Simulator Partner's house to study. Good yield in knowledge but when it comes to the actual sessions, I blurrrr out. Which sucks. But thank God I pass every session. Resitting a session sucks for my record.

As for W40k, I've put aside my Orkz to focus on my Blood Angels, painting some new models to a very clean standard to increase my painitng skill. Results are good and red never looked so good... I'm also gearing up for the Singapore w40k Tournament coming up in June and my new army is quite brutal. Although in 4 games I've played, I only ever won once, pulling a draw for the rest. Some say my army packs a mean punch but my army sustainability in the long run kinda lacks. I'll try out a bit and remove the excess fat.

Speaking of fat, I've think I've gained a little weight. Well I suppose to the regular people I see they don't notice much but my pants sure scream out "WHAT DA FUCK" when I put them on. At least I can still wear them. Oh and I've increased my smoking intake by about 2x, bringing up my daily ciggies to 14 a day. BAD! HOMG!

Team Pandamonium is starting to revive itself again. We decided to enter the MY-NPL tournament Division 4. Its cheaper and doesn't require a sponsor and its a great way to gain experience and add to our team portfolio to help get us a sponsor.

Thats about it for now, I guess. Meatiest post in a long time. So in summary, if I was a Sim, I'd have these stats:

Health: Orange
Bladder: Red
Painting: Yellow
Paintball: Yellow
Happiness: Yellow
Future: Black

The future always looks bleak. Thats the way I liek it.

Exercise Helps

2009-03-29T01:17:00.003+08:00

Bad week.

Crashed my BMW, did badly for a sim session and got a scolding for my new buzz-cut from my parents which wasn't "Professional" which jeapordizes my job. Yeah right.

Was really down but got through the week.

Happy Birthday, babe. Sorry I couldn't do anything for your birthday as awesome as your friends.

Exercise helps clear the mind. And after a full day of wargaming, my mind is well exercised from tactical and strategical usage.

And I still don't feel like blogging much.

Later.

BeeZee

2009-03-20T02:30:00.002+08:00

Whoa. Super busy.

- Simulator started. A lot of shit I dont know but working hard and getting there slowly.

- Legio League Season 2 finishing, with the mini-tournament around the corner

- Recieved new models to start my side project, Imperial Fists (to work on painting a clean look)

I went paintball the other day. Damn awesome. Anyone know any companies willing to sponsor a Paintball team?

Thats about it for now. Most of my time is either studying, or surfing around online for useless crap to do.

My SHANKS!

2009-03-10T22:08:00.002+08:00

If you guys managed to buy the Malay Mail today (I never buy that newspaper since I always thought its chock-full of tabloids lol), you'll find this article:

http://www.mmail.com.my/Little_Wars.aspx

Pictures!

The bottom left the last 2 tanks are mine... Yay they look so nice from afar! XP

Stim sial.

2009-03-06T02:12:00.002+08:00

Whoa. Its been ages since I actually blogged something.

Well, nothing much has been happening lately but there have been exceptions so I guess I'll talk about it.

First things first; business before pleasure.

Next week I finally start my Simulator sessions, finally getting me to advance my progress in my line of work. 1 step closer to being a full fledged B737 pilot. Though its a looong way to go. I've been studying a lot with my simulator partner. While thats good, he's kinda kiasu and really wants to push us to study. I guess he has a point. I should cut down on a lot of my other activities.

But but... I only got Warhammer 40k, computer games, mamak sessions and seeing my woman.

...

Oooh! Speaking of computer games!

Dawn of War 2 in my opinion rocks. They've taken a gamble to try to reinvent the genre of RTS games and Relic has done that marvellously. They've discarded the resource management and building structures part of the game which so favoured the fast clickers and focused more on the tactics part. Controlling your units and their positions are key to the game and your ability to tactically apply the right pressure at the right area will win you the game. However, due to its concept of winning via controlling points, some last minute turnarounds really changes how you think. The tension is excellent considering its an RTS.

Graphics are drop-dead gorgeous for its scale and each unit has loads of animations for death, killing and other idle animations. Voice-overs are excellent and fit the tone of 40k excellent, particularly the Orks and the Eldar. And that brings me to the best part of the game: Single player.

Single player plays differently than multiplayer which was what I was ranting on about above. In single player, you control 4 squads (2 if you're co-op) and deploy in a strategic grand plan scale according to the missions available. Unlike multiplayer however, you can fully customise your squads attributes and weapon and equipment loadouts. In a nutshell, its like DotA in 40k.

My only gripe:

STEAM

Why the heck would a multi award winning game company like Relic suddenly go cheapskate and use Steam as their copyright protection medium? And its a 3rd party program thats free. Suddenly, you feel like your game wasn't worth the money. And despite all that, DoW is still so easily pirated, as seen in your nearby PC pirated game store. So why penalize the original buyers? Its simply idiotic.

Why so much anger? Steam is an excellent idea and system, granted. But to get it to work on my comp, I MUST uninstall my best anti-virus program, Kaspersky AV and MUST run Steam in order to play my game, causing me to lose valuable processing power to a stupid-ass program to download more adverts.

Good job, Relic. But you tripped on the way out to recieve your award.

Thats enough for now... I hope.

Counting Bodies

2009-03-01T00:54:00.000+08:00

Mornin.

2009-02-18T03:58:00.003+08:00

I want.

Finally someone thinks up games that I dream of.

And now for a little bit of crazy:

And of course, over the top crazy awesome;

Oh. And tomorrow (now is 0400 hours) onwards, I will be busy with:

Good Morning.

Vanity

2009-02-16T00:33:00.001+08:00

Because I can.

And looking this awesome is a sin.

(Congrats to my cousin Fariz and his lovely wife Jackie! Now go and make them babies!)

RandomNESS

2009-02-09T23:50:00.002+08:00

Okay, so last night I was sitting here and surfing a wee bit of net, watching some funny Youtube vids like Jizz in my Pants, We Live in Singapura and Adam Sandler's Secret when suddenly I feel this sharp jab on my thigh. And note, I was wearing a sarong.

And oops. What came out. A FUCKING COCKROACH.

Yes. What the fuck. And I'm freaked out about those little dirty, crawly, scuttling little fuckers. But to have one pop out from under my sarong just flipped the crazy switch. So I pushed my computer chair with rolly wheels back as fast as I could (I had lots of practice back in high school IT class), backflipped off it and grabbed the nearest bug-spray killa and hosed the little fucker till his legs slowed its twitching to 150 RPM.

Then I called Maz, talked a bit to calm my nerves then opened up every drawer and cupboard in my room and hosed down everything with bug spray. Then slept with in a different room.

Oh and I showered before that. And scrubbed my leg with copious amounts of soap. With a cheese grater.

Stupid fuckin cockroach.

Oh and I was just stoning with my friends and came up with some random shit.

Q: What would you do if you were on the moon?

A: I'd jump high, take off my pants, take a big shit and see which hits the moon ground faster; me or my shit.

That would suck if you lost to your shit. "I lost a race with my shit!"

Actually, thats a pretty good line if someone stopped you for speeding.

If Hands and Fingers had Mouths...

2009-02-01T01:58:00.002+08:00

...mine would be drooling in anticipation to play some awesome looking games coming up this year.

Some latest additions to my sidebar of anticipated games;

Batman: Arkham Asylum

Final Fantasy XIII

Bayonetta

Empire: Total War

While on the topic of games, Faris loaned me his Jason and the Argonauts game and I finished it in 2 nights. It was bloody easy. Too easy. And while I enjoyed the greek mythos ingrained into the gameplay, it just wasn't enough to wow me... I may be cursed for this but I keep comparing it to the God of War series which had an incredible story, dark, gritty and violent.

Simple comparison:

Jason and the Argonauts vs Medusa

Jason whacks her huge hydra hair dreadlocks to stun her then attempts to destroy her beloved statue of herself in which her vanity stems from, eventually returning her from her hideous form back to a well-endowed priestess, apologetic and blissy.

Kratos from God of War vs Medusa

He dodges her eye stares skillfully then whips her snake ass with his SWORD CHUCKS. Once she is lacerated enough, he promtly walks up to her, twists her elegant neck this way and that and rips it off. He then is able to turn enemies to stone by showing them her head with her eyes wide open.

I had me at Sword Chucks.

New, Old, Life, Death

2009-01-28T22:31:00.002+08:00

Well, today I went to Pasta Zanmai at One Utama with Maz and Julia and had an awesome lunch. Just can't get enough of the Wafu sauce.

Okay so now to the important bits. I went to feed my iguanas at my old TTDI house and discovered the oldest and my first iguana of the 3 that we owned died. Its head was blocking the door so it was pretty obvious. And ants were dancing around its head. So sadly, I dug a grave in my lawn and buried it.

Thinking back, I have buried a LOT of pets in my lifetime. I have buried 3 Australian Lop-Eared rabbits, Horus; my African Grey Parrot, Slinky; my Mangrove Python, my beloved ferret and... sadly, regretfully, many more which I do not remember.

But moving on, when I got home, my mum discovered a stray cat had given birth to a litter of kittens in a small nook on my balcony's mini-garden. I checked it out and she was VERY protective of the kittens and I could only get a glimpse of one of the kittens and it was very furless. That meant it probably gave birth around the time I was burying my iguana.

Death in my old house, birth in my new house. A sign?

Besides that, I've been putting my mind elsewhere, focusing on what I call my latest warhammer 40k conversion masterpiece: Raven Guard Ironclad.

Basic assembly with custom Seismic Hammer and converted MKII style Sarcophagus

Plasticard armor plating added, greenstuffed areas, storm bolter added on left part of sarcophagus

Vamps and Hammers

2009-01-27T01:30:00.004+08:00

Happy New Year, Oriental doods!

Nothing much has been happening lately. Just watched Underworld 3: Rise of the Lycans... TWICE in the movies.

To be honest, I have a very different perception of how Vamps should be like and as you know, I wouldn't touch Twilight with YOUR hand as the vamps there are... Well... Kiddy vamps.

In my mind, Vamps should be extremely fast and powerful and also so full of themselves. In Underworld 3, it didn't seem that way. I mean even in ancient times there were such things as SOFT MATERIAL like silk and cushion and memory foam.

Okay, maybe not memory foam but you get what I mean. But heck, Viktor looked SO uncomfortable on his stone throne. And it looked more like a dungeon than a lavish castle with tonnes of well endowed female vamps. Sure, there were scenes where they were standing around chit-chatting over a glass of blood but the overall feel of vampire decadence was seriously lacking.

And don't get me started on the power and speed of them. They were... Slow... and looked as strong as humans save for the scene where Viktor forced the human to perform a Jewish ritual which involved a head and a wall.

When it comes to vamps, I'm adamant with Anne Rice's interpretation of vamps. In there, the Ancients/Elders were so old and so powerful, they could set another vampire's blood on fire by mere thought. And their long purdy nails were able to rip people in half, putting poor Wolverine to shame.

But despite all that, it was a pretty good movie. The effects were good and I was loling at Viktor's "merajok"-ing.

Well, that aside, I've been asked to help convert a normal Dreadnought into an Ironclad with a Seismic Hammer. I toyed around abit and came up with something quite... literal.

That is all for now. Yanosh!

Irony

2009-01-19T02:07:00.012+08:00

Don't Forget Your Own Past by *TexManson on deviant ART

I'm not a serious rascist (we all are rascist, watch Avenue Q and you'll agree lol).

The Jews, in my eyes and many others are under the public eye due to the current events of the Gaza "war". So I decided to dig up a little and try to see if there is anything in the religion of the Jews in which Israel is their "homeland" to see if their religion can share some light on their mindset and this whole debacle. I've come across some exerpts of the Talmud Tora, the Jewish version of the Quran or Bible. And I have some interesting information to share:

Moed Kattan 17a:

If a Jew is tempted to do evil he should go to a city where he is not known and do the evil there.

Sanhedrin 58b.

If a heathen (gentile) hits a Jew, the gentile must be killed.

Baba Kamma 37b.

If an ox of an Israelite gores an ox of a Canaanite there is no liability; but if an ox of a Canaanite gores an ox of an Israelite...the payment is to be in full.

Baba Mezia 24a .

If a Jew finds an object lost by a gentile ("heathen") it does not have to be returned.

Sanhedrin 57a .

When a Jew murders a gentile, there will be no death penalty. What a Jew steals from a gentile he may keep.

Yebamoth 98a.

All gentile children are animals.

Abodah Zarah 36b.

Gentile girls are in a state of niddah (filth) from birth.

Menahoth 43b-44a.

A Jewish man is obligated to say the following prayer every day: "Thank you God for not making me a gentile, a woman or a slave."

Unlike judaism, Islam always stresses the fact that all, muslim or not are equal. They are equally deserving of rights and equally deserving of respect. That the nobility of action and intention, faith and logic, is what separates every man from each other.*

Al-Hajj 22:62.

That is because Allaah He is the Truth (the only True God of all that exists, Who has no partners or rivals with Him), and what they (the polytheists) invoke besides Him, it is Baatil (falsehood). And verily, Allaah He is the Most High, the Most Great

And one of our prayer rituals requires us to chant laa ilaaha (there is no god) illa Allaah (except Allaah).

However, one can find some extremist sources for where the interpretation of the Quran and the teachings of Prophet Muhammed (pbuh) treat itself as the most superior race/religion in the world but that case is a lot more rare than in the case of the Jewish Talmud. Also, there have been many more media of Jewish to have claim publicly that their religion decrees they are superior than everyone else.

Ironically, Fuhrer Adolf Hitler was known to have this same concept in which he considered the "Pure-Aryan" race to be the most superior in the world. But after a little digging up, he did have some very interesting things to say about the other races in the world:

"I have never regarded the Chinese or the Japanese as being inferior to ourselves. They belong to ancient civilisations, and I admit freely that their past history is superior to our own. They have the right to be proud of their past, just as we have the right to be proud of the civilisation to which we belong. Indeed, I believe the more steadfast the Chinese and the Japanese remain in their pride of race, the easier I shall find it to get on with them."

- Adolf Hitler, 13th February 1945

"We had a great chance of pursuing a splendid policy with regard to Islam. But we missed the bus, as we missed it on several other occasions, thanks to our loyalty to the Italian alliance! In this theatre of operations, then, the Italians prevented us from playing our best card, the emancipation of the French subjects and the raising of the standard of revolt in the countries oppressed by the British. Such a policy would have aroused the enthusiasm of the whole of Islam. It is a characteristic of the Moslem world, from the shores of the Atlantic to those of the Pacific, that what affects one, for good or for evil, affects all."

- Adolf Hitler, 17th February 1945

"The peoples of Islam will always be closer to us than, for example, France."

- Adolf Hitler, 2nd April 1945 (epic lulz)

And for the words that will haunt me for its incredible foresight and truth:

"There is, then, no danger in the circumstances that anti-semitism will disappear, for it is the Jews themselves who add fuel to its flames and see that it is kept well stoked. Before the opposition to it can disappear, the malady itself must disappear. And from that point of view, you can rely on the Jews: as long as they survive, anti-semitism will never fade."

- Adolf Hitler, 13th February 1945

Pray for Palestine.

*Edited by help of Khairul Anwar, original statement is quoted by him in Comments.

Source: Wikipedia (lolz)

Yellow

2009-01-14T19:25:00.003+08:00

To Faris, who has just opened his own blog and who I have been spending way too much time with lately going to the gym and painting 40k miniatures;

THE EMPEROR'S FINEST by *kingmong on deviant ART

All hail the Emperor.

Produktiff.

2009-01-09T00:37:00.002+08:00

Since July 2008, I have not being doing anything for MAS except for when I started my observation flight in November. And now, it is already January 2009. 6 Months in bumming is approaching fast. Like in 3 weeks time.

And my mother, being the overly-caring matriach she is, demands that I "Do something Productive".

Okay, to me, Zombie Dudes is what I call FREAKIN' PRODUKTIFF, but not to her. So I'm looking around for things to do. A job would be good but I don't wanna work part time at an actual store or something. One of the popular part time jobs is working at Starbucks (which is American Jewish created. Boycott!!! Lulz), but I don't want that type of job.

So I estimate I got till March before I actually get busy so thats plenty of time. Of bumming. Sooo....

Any ideas?

Ignition

2009-01-06T03:02:00.003+08:00

Everyone that meets me knows I'm an awesome guy. I'm cuddly, comical and cool.

But there are times when I can get... ugly.

I was chilling out with the Pandamonium boys today when Rizo accidentally brushed his lit cigarette across my knee, burning it. It was a simple accident and it was no problem but somehow, I immediately felt like I needed to get into a fight. To kill. To be feral.

Extinguishing that feeling with Milo Ais KOWKOWKOWKOW was enough for that. Besides, there was nothing to channel that to.

But now I do.

Time to destroy lives.

Into 2009!

2009-01-02T03:44:00.003+08:00

Happy New Year, people! Its been a long way since I started this stupid blog and I'm still keeping it going. So... *pats self on back*. I don't believe in new years resolutions anymore because really, its all forgotten by the time valentine's comes around or Chinese New Year then its all gone. "I resolve to stop drinking!" says a guy while holding a Tiger. "I resolve to stop smoking!" says me while smoking a Dominican cigar.

I resolve to make changes to myself without announcing it, following the massed outspoken resolutions out there. And thats a resolution that never needs a new year to do.

Lets take a glance back before we take a step into the new year.

June 2nd. I began my blog. Its been a slow start since there wasn't much to do but its nice to type out some feelings and views once in a while.

I came back from Langkawi in March, graduated and said my goodbyes to that island.

Joined MAS as an official employee as of 14th April 2008.

Started and finished MAS ground training.

Had a final exam on my birthday. But you guys and my family totally made 2 days later up with that surprise birthday party. Thanks.

Started playing an MMO. Warhammer Online.

Stopped playing Warhammer Online.

Started playing and painting Orks.

My bro got married.

I restarted smoking.

I continued to fall more in love with Maz.

Went to London, Australia and USA.

Acquired my own computer.

Moved into new house.

Made new friends.

Started gym with own money.

Gave up on my old 02 Xinc and acquired a new phone.

Started Paintball and fell in love with it.

Joined the paintball team Pandamonium.

My Uncle got released from his unjustly long stay behind bars.

Began Observation flights.

Played my first Warhamer 40,000 Tournament

Started the blog; Zombie Dudes

Attended Comics Fiesta 2008.

Sweat and blood, tears and laughter, bonds broken and rebuilt. Ups and downs.

Such is the roller coaster of life. And to think so much has happened in a year, I wonder to think; can anyone really answer this question;

"Where do you see yourself in 5 years time?"

Happy New Year, my friends.

Hugs and Licks,

Flabkat

I Heart Trivium

2008-12-24T20:30:00.002+08:00

I'm so seriously in love with this song. Keep headbanging and going nuts over it when it plays. And the lyrics are pretty dark but strangely optimistic... A little like me I think.

Into the Mouth of Hell we March by Trivium

Can't you see, it's not only me
that feels we're linked to the seas
Make your way to a massive grave
if you can't fight for each day

Torrential rain at the helm of death
It drowns the weak, battering the rest
Black walls of waves pummel to capsize
The roaring thunder overshadows our cries

Spires of lightning thrown down from the gods
Melting skin even in the deluge
The mast is broken
Hull is splitting
Dear god the fucking ship is sinking

I will try to pour all of myself into this life
Before I die

Such turmoil, let's make the blood boil
Make your time count or rot as the soil
Life is hard, a fucking battle
The time is now and here's your drum roll

I will try to pour all of myself into this life
Before I die
If I go before my time
Then take these words evermore into your life

We crawl out from the wreckage
Fingers dig into the sands (of the shores)
Everything we worked for
Is ripped apart and ruined, drowned
Deep beneath our dying world
The earth begins to open up

Into the mouth of hell we march
Into the mouth of hell
Into the mouth of hell
We march

Now you see, for it is we
Who walk the fire and breathe
Make our way out of the grave
And lick the blood from our blades

Comic Fiesta 2008

2008-12-22T23:32:00.008+08:00

So on 20th and 21st, I went to Comics Fiesta 2008 held at Sunway Pyramid Convention Hall. And it was the best anime convention held in Malaysia thus far. It was just well organized, comfortable and plenty of things to do. I was afraid I'd be bored being there from 1100 till 1900 but I was wrong.

The booths as usual had tonnes of crap to buy. Its only after you buy and spend close to rm150+ on it that you realize 90% of the shit you bought was useless. But hey, I'm quite hardcore about supporting local artists and artistes so I don't mind really.

A bit of what I got:

Junk.

Yeah and thats just some of the shit. Moving on... Maz and ShazA (added an A to make sure I don't call you fecal matter in some arab dialect) opened a booth at CF and I sponsored some of their production costs with me injecting a little of my own 1337 marketing skills. The buttons that I had concieved and Maz created was sold out by the end of the day, a remarkable achievement for me, who has never sold anything in his life by a large quantity save for his dignity.

The booth did better than it did in 2007 which only confirms my idea that if you wanna make money at CF with a booth, sell fanart stuff and stuff that has utility like bookmarks, keychains and... buttons. Somehow.

The cosplay competition was well organized this year with them ditching the old cosplayer chess battle which I thought was a little dodgy especially with kiasu kiddies always wanting to win and making the non-combat characters a little blur. The competition was based on a diceroll (2d6 woo geeky tabletop gaming nerdiness!) and the diceroll would correspond to an activity the cosplayer must perform.

Mandelorian from the Old Republic days in the Star Wars universe and emo Naboo queen fucker Anak-in-Sky (walker)

Dip from Katamari

I felt this year the winner was deserved with a nice outfit~~, nice rack~~ and really into her character with tough competition from the many great cosplayers. The finalists were incredibly detailed and I could see they went that extra mile to totally pwn the competition. I personally was rooting for Nemesis from RE3. The winner cosplayed as Sheryl from Macross Frontier (rightmost, below).

Back from CF on the 2nd day, I went to play Left 4 Dead with my bros and it was helluva fun. Teabagging the Survivors when using the Boomer Infected is just ROFLMAO worthy.

Today, I decided to start back on my 40k needs. And here is what I got so far:

Flabkat NOMing out. Like Big Boss is on my computer:

How NOT to do a tag

2008-12-15T23:50:00.004+08:00

1) Do you think you're hot?

I'm comfortable with my looks to not be insecure about it. Yes. I'm fucking hot.

2) Upload your favorite picture of you!

3) Why do you like that picture?
Because I've always wanted facial hair like V's... Now I do!

4) When was the last time you ate pizza?
Last week.

5) The last song you listen to?
The Dirt Whispered - Rise Against

6) What are you doing right now besides this?

Playing Left 4 Dead on my main monitor, listening to my winamp which is full of hardcore music (and porn if I use vlc lol).

7) What name would you prefer besides yours?
Ultimator Destructor Bin Doom

People to Tag

Whoever wants to do this. I'm not one for naming people to be tagged.

8) Who is number one?

I'm number one!

9) Number three is having a relationship with?
I dunno who's number three but I know Number Two is Dr Evil's... Number Two...

10) Say something about number five?
Five meals a day is difficult with a slow metabolism like mine.

11) How about number four?
Chinese people are scared of it. I always like saying "FOURTH FLOOR" then pressing the 3A button

12) Who is number two?

Dr Evil's sidekick

Crash and Burn

2008-12-15T23:32:00.002+08:00

So today I woke up at 0500 to catch my transport to KLIA for my observation flight which departs at 0750. I miscalculated the time the transport would get there so I didn't have enough time to shower properly or eat breakfast.

So I got there and did the stuff I normally do, save for a really sleepy face. And so the first flight to Kota Bahru was no problem. There, I was offered some breakfast by the cabin crew but I followed my Captain's decision to have it back in KLIA as there would be a long transit before we continue our flight from KLIA to Langkawi.

And so we flew back to KLIA. And theeeeen...

We had to switch aircraft.

Therefore, our 1 hour transit time without changing aircraft had to change as we were changing aircraft and needed to move fast. So no breakfast.

No problem, right?

Fuck no.

We got to the new plane and whaddya know, the Capt found a fuel leak, which means instantly grounded plane. And so we had to wait for a new plane. Which took about an hour to come. In that time, we were given vouchers like the delayed passengers to have lunch. But the line was LONG as FUCK. So instead of succumbing to a long line of agitated passengers, I just chose to starve myself.

And finally when we got our plane, we checked and there was a problem to claify with the engineers. Another hour.

In the end, we took off from KLIA at the time I was scehduled to arrive back from Langkawi.

And I was hungry.

Eventually, the last flight ended okay and I arrived at home at 1830.

Lack of sleep + food + work = Body crashing imminent

But here I am, 2340 on the same day, full of food and zombie death (play Left 4 Dead! Awesome zombie game!).

Its been a long day.

Burn, zombies. Burn.

Zombie Dudes.

2008-12-12T02:50:00.002+08:00

Okay I know my writing skills sucks but I really enjoy writing sometimes and I'm really letting loose without a care of grammar and shit. Check out:

Zombie Dudes

Its my other blog which chronicles the story of me and a bunch of friends in a zombie apocalypse scenario. And since we already have a plan, which is, frankly, quite ridiculous, is a total crack party. The idea came up when we talked about it at mamak and realized it would be quite the awesome story.

I mean if you look back at all the zombie movies, there wasn't a single one where the characters were overpowered. Of course, that ups the intensity factor but there isn't really a comdey zombie movie save for Shaun of the Dead (which was BRILLIANT). Why can't we have more?

Think of Zombie Dudes as a teen movie with zombies. Guns, sex, drugs and zombies.

Best. Idea. Ever.

Swing Life

2008-12-10T02:28:00.004+08:00

Sometimes, those of us that are in relationships go through ups and downs. But its when we get through it is when we become stronger and wiser. And so here is a song that I really feel has meaning I understand and we all can relate to.

So sweetie, lets swing life away.

Am I loud and clear or am I breaking up?

Am I still your charm or am I just bad luck?
Are we getting closer, are we just getting more lost?

I'll show you mine if you show me yours first
Let's compare scars I'll tell you whose is worse
Let's unwrite these pages and replace them with our own words

We live on front porches and swing life away
We get by just fine here on minimum wage
If love is a labor I'll slave 'til the end
I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand

I've been here so long; think that its time to move
The winter's so cold summer's over too soon
so let's pack our bags and settle down where palm trees grow

I've got some friends, some that I hardly know
But we've had some times I wouldn't trade for the world
We chase these days down with talks of the places that we will go

We live on front porches and swing life away
We get by just fine here on minimum wage
If love is a labor I'll slave 'til the end
I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand

I'll show you mine if you show me yours first
Let's compare scars I'll tell you whose is worse
Let's unwrite these pages and replace them with our own words

We live on front porches and swing life away
We get by just fine here on minimum wage
If love is a labor I'll slave 'til the end
I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand, until you hold my hand
Swing life away...

Wierd-Ass-Tag = WAT?!

2008-12-09T01:45:00.005+08:00

A tag. Since my life is boring nowadays.

Put your MP3 player on shuffle, and wrtie down the first line of the first twenty songs. Post the poem that results. The first line of the twenty-first is the title.

GG no re.

Here we go:

Title: My heart has lost its wind now

Empowered to enslave,

Underneath the surface he's bound to be back for more,

Maybe when the room is empty,

We walk alone,

I know that you’re an artist,

I work backwards from nowhere don't opposites attract?

Burning down neverland,

Can't explain all these feelings that you're making me feel,

Seems just like yesterday,

Broken home,

From throat and eyes came winter and reasons,

We are given the gift of creation!

Looking back I clearly see what it is that's killing me,

These break-up songs make sense again,

I've watched the days pass,

I'm so rushed off my feet,

Your heartbeat is pulsing at night in your chest,

Splintered piece of glass falls in the seat,

So unaffectionate,

Black star whenever you're ready, you're much too far away!

Whoa... GG. Depressing giler... I suppose hardcore songs have hardcore depressing lyrics... Although a few quirks here and there... Just like how I like it.

Here's a small list of the bands that contributed to the wierd-ass poem:

God Forbid, Soilwork, Something Corporate, Thursday, The Hush Sound, Spitalfield, Anberlin, Saosin, Shadows Fall, The Darkness, The Ataris, Alter Bridge, Busted (ROFL), Atreyu.

I have a lot more bands but somehow the shuffle kept going back to Soilwork, The Hush sound and God Forbid...

To brighten things up, I watched Love Guru on DVD yesterday. FUCKING hilarious. I don't know why it was underrated. Some people just don't know how to sit back and enjoy good humour without thinking too much. Its the type of humour that maintains and increases a little of your IQ compared to sayyyy.... Meet the Spartans?

Oh and Jessica Alba is freaking hot. And I never thought Bollywood costumes were sexy until:

Yeah. I know.

FlabKat singing out~~~

Pandamonium

2008-12-04T22:44:00.003+08:00

Well, nothing really to report this week so I'm just gonna blog because I feel obliged to blog since its been a while.

Nothing much to report except that a bunch of friends of mine are putting together a sponsored paintball team to play the MNPL (Malaysian National Paintball League). Its a bunch of noobs so its cool that I'm in. The only thing hanging right now is weather we get a sponsor or not...

A beta of the logo:

Thanks, my love...

So anyway, besides that, I've really been into playing some computer games. Fallout 3 is REALLY good. I was a little upset at PCGamer's scoring of the game which was 91% compared to Farcry 2 which was 93%. While Farcry is cool because of the open game style and the beautiful graphics, Fallout is just incredible. Its SO VAST.

And not to mention funny. Its the only game where you can behead a 7 foot tall Super Mutant with a teddy bear launched from something called a "Rock-It Launcher".

December is here. Time flies, no?

Flabkat SNEAK CRITICAL!

Pain_ballz

2008-11-24T00:41:00.004+08:00

On Saturday, November 22nd, I got some guys together and we went to Rimba Paintball, behind Zoo Negara. The initial invitee count was close to 20 but the final turnout was half of that. Lots of people like to bail last minute which really pisses off those that took a whole week to plan. Next time we're arranging a paintball game, we're asking for a deposit on the spot.

So anyway, this was a REAL backwater place with roads so small girls driving (sad but true, I'm sorry) on it would be scared shitless to see another car coming head on. In fact that was so true that of the 4 cars that came, we asked one of the girls who was driving the 4th car to park in a parking lot and reducing the cars to 3. And all 3 male drivers.

Sexism aside, it was a really nice place. To be surrounded by nature long forgotten by us denizens of the concrete jungle we call our habitat is a nice thing. To feel the cool air and the damp air from the river flowing nearby was really nice.

Then we were given our guns.

I've seen paintball markers before and they looked puny. It was what I initially thought just a pistol grip, a horizontal tube and a handle grip just to increase its size. I was wrong. Once it was outfitted with the CO2 canister and the paintball hopper, its quite big. Not to mention heavy on the rear end. And because of the odd shape (the canister sticks out horizontally from the bottom of the pistol grip), it was difficult to use the canister as a stablizing stock
Paintball is split into two: Speed Paintball (or Speedball) and Recreational Paintball (Recball). Speedball is where one plays paintball like a sport. A small fenced area with geometric obstacles. Recball is basically playing war games with paintball where you can come up with any rules you want as long as its safe, fun and fair. Oh and Recball is played in the jungle.

After gearing up, we proceeded to the Speedball arena. There, a lot of us newbs (9/10 players were noob) got a feel of using our markers and getting shot. Its not as painful as people complain. Perhaps those people who complain are wussies or the paintball markers being used on us were not as strong as others. Nonetheless, we played 2 quick rounds then with smiling faces, proceeded to the jungle for Recball.

Now in the jungle, we played with some simple rules. 1 team would defend a position, a flag to be precise. If the enemy were to merely touch the flag, the attacking team would win. I got to be in the defending team initially with 2 of the girls in the group and Faris. 5 of us vs 6 attacking enemies. We were given time to set up our defenses. So me being the heavily camoflagued one, climbed a steep hill into a dense bunch of trees and went into a prone position next to a felled rotting tree trunk. It was really a suitable defense. I was told to aim up the hill and so I did. And I waited quietly and didn't move.

After a few minutes when the game started, I heard the rustling of some trees nearby. I steadied my aim slowly. Then suddenly, shots were being fired in my direction and I realized that they ambushed me from the other side of the trunk I was hiding behind and not up the hill. As I pulled back myself to fully use the trunk as cover, my marker got hit and I was out. Surprisingly that round, it was the girls that got the most kills. Staying in well shielded and shaded areas, they got the jump on a lot of the attackers.

After a short break my team of 5 went over to the attacking team. I was designated as Cmdr. by the paintball referees so we had a simple plan: take an outflanking route that requires crossing a small river and moving through some dense trees. Once any of us dies, we were to immedietly return to the respawn point for our last chance and enter the hills which I once defended. I thought that once the fire was being drawn away to the other side, anyone hiding in the trees would have shifted their attention, allowing the respawned people to get the jump on them.

Faris took point and as we moved a bit, I realized that I'm really not cut out for sneaking in dense forest. A thick bamboo that Faris stepped on to pass onto another area was fine but when I took a step, a huge KRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAK sound emmanated throughout the jungle. Taking responsibility, I decided to let the rest of my team follow Faris while I draw the enemy attention to me in the main pathway which was a road with some shelter. I was fired upong by some really well hidden guys and I returned fire but was unable to get anyone before getting shot in the shoulder. However, the rest of the team were doing their job and ferocious marker exchanges were heard. Once I returned to my respawn point and cooled my legs off for abit, I went into the dense trees on the hill. I advanced slowly then stopped and hit the deck when I heard something. I scanned EVERYTHING but I saw nothing. After waiting for a while, I continued my advance. Then got shot. Azim was camoed so well I STILL dont know where he was when I got shot.

Once again, the girls prove to have lady luck on their side as they got the most kills and survived the longest. But in the end, 1 couldn't fight 3 at once. Everyone pooped out, we decided to walk back to our rest area for some drinks.

After chatting and drinking, we wanted to play some Speedball. And lo and behold, some UITM fellas just got their gear so we offered to play them and they agreed. They were noobs to be honest just like us but we had 2 pros on our side joining the team so we felt confident.

When the game started, my bro and I took the centre flank. And then, problems happened. Our guns started jamming on us. I literally had to cock my gun after every 2 shots where in normal case once you cock your gun you can fire 100 rounds and it wouldn't bolt back. Our slow fire rates caused our advance to falter, encouraging theirs and we lost round 1.

After a long wait for the refs to fix our guns, we went into round 2. Again, same problem. Mine was even worse it uncocked after every shot and not every shot it went full power. Some even dryfired. I was forced to take a prone position behind a obstacle, roll out, fire, roll in, cock my gun then roll out and repeat the process. My bro and his friend had the same problem and the 3 of us ended up doing the same thing. While effective, we were eventually taken out by outflankers.

So what went wrong? We had the skills? But not a reliable weapon. This time we got our markers totally exchanged for fresh ones with fresh canisters too. And in round 3, we totally pawned. We had no losses while totally crushing the enemy with none of them leaving their 2nd row of obstacles. 2 outflanking forces while Azim's friend and I laid down a suppressive fire on their positions, covering our advancing forces. Now, with fresh, reliable guns, we were ready for MORE!

But they backed off, wanting to try Recball now. But really... 3v3 in a Jungle? Sounds more like an excuse to quit while you're ahead. Sometimes we're so cocky farmers use us to fertilize their hens.

After that a lot of the people were pooped out, especially the girls so we ended up having a Speedball arena. After a few matches, I got used to moving faster (I took off my boots and ran barefoot), and got 2 shots off point blank on the back of someone I outflanked before he even knew I wasnt where he was aiming.

The vast difference between Speedball and Recball is really wide. And while I enjoyed the Speedball more because the action is instant and rewarding, I felt that I should give Recball a chance. Of course everyone has fun when they're winning. I'll give Recball another go for sure and this time, I'll kick some ass.

We had a great time and it was a good event that was pulled off well. And for only Rm90 per person, it was worth it. So who's interested in joining one we've got planned for mid December?

Eye of Terror 2008

2008-11-23T16:45:00.006+08:00

Its been a while since I updated so I got 2 big events to cover here. So I'll split into 2 different posts starting with the one last week.

Last week, I painted up my 40k army like mad to meet the requirements of the 40k Tourney on Saturday, the 15th. At 6am, I finished it. Barely. Then went to sleep.

At 0900 hours, I got a call from the organizer, Lan and I realized I slept too long. I guess sleeping past 5am is a bad idea when you gotta attend something starting at 9am. So I packed everything quick, loaded it into the fastest car in my family's garage and drove at max speed to Legio Malaysia in Shah Alam. 160kmph while listening to Iron Maiden's Aces High is a BAD IDEA. DO NOT ATTEMPT A REPRODUCTION. Professional awesome ppl like me only.

Anyway, I just barely reached there in time, 5 minutes later and I would've been disqualified. And so, on with the games.

The rules were in place that each turn, on a roll of 1, an event called Seismic Anomaly would happen, causing the entire table for that turn to be considered Dangerous Terrain. Plus, some of the neat crater-filled-with-Warp-Substance terrain would launch a big pie plate str 4 ap3 randomly.

Game 1 Vs Shazli's Necrons

First thing for me to fear: Nightbringer. Whoa. But I kept my head and advanced my force as one with the crusader leading the spearhead and baals flanking with 7 Veteran Assault Marines, 7 Death Company Marines, and 10 Assault Marines keeping up behind the column. He went first, and walked slowly towards me (Seismic Anomaly Rules). As I was affected by it too, I had to run my assault marines to keep up with the vehicles. Thankfully, no immobilized tanks on the first turn.

On the 2nd turn, shooting commenced on the necrons side, but they failed to do anything to the Baals. The Nightbringer charged my Crusader but only managed to stun it. Real lucky that one. 5str 10 hits is real nasty. Thank god for LR's AV14 on rear armor. His Monolith also came in, blocking off the firing LOS of one of my Baals completely. It zapped my assaulters, some died but it was still solid. In my turn, I gunned down the Nightbringer to a few wounds then assaulted him with some Assault Marines.

In the next turn, a baal was shaken and more assaulters died to the nasty whip from the monolith so close to my exposed assaulters. But after a solid round of shooting, the Nightbringer fell, giving me +2 Tourney points for killing his Most Expensive Unit and his Most Expensive HQ.

It kind of went downhill from there. Totally ignoring the painful, but copable monolith, my assaulters massed charged the necron warrior firebase, supported by my small outflanking force of Attack Bikers which throughout the game contributed to shooting the Nightbringer. After 2 rounds of vicious metal ripping, I emerged victorious.

Highlights of the Game:
- Nightbringer dying to underestimated 5th ed Rending Assault Cannons
- Attack Bikes wiped 20 warriors in single round of combat compared to 2 rounds of combat for Veterans
- 4/5 Rounds of the game the Seismic Anomaly effect was taking place. Shaz rolled a 1 for 3 turns and when we decided to let the other player roll, I got a 1 myself

Score: 18 - 5

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Game 2 Vs Peter's Chaos

Kinda sad that my 2nd game in a tourney full of players all over Malaysia and Singapore that I fought yet another Legio member. But it was the luck of the draw.

This was a depressing match as unfortunately Peter happens to be a power gamer who plays purely to win and uses anal rules only when it suits to his advantage. But I knew this since I've played him before outside the tourney. To put it simply, I was totally annahilated and I only managed to kill 1 of his Obliterators before my side was TAed. I think my mistake was putting my spearhead force too far away from his front line. Perhaps I feared his Daemon Princes too much. Whatever it is, it was his Lascan Oblits sniping from afar that cost me the game. Thankfully, I did not earn a Wussy Point which earns you a -1 Tourney score.

Highlights of the Game
- With the new 5th ed rules for LOS, avoiding Lash of Submission got a lot harder with 1 person of a squad visible through a window will cause the entire squad's life
- Corbulo charged a Daemon Prince among 3 smouldering craters of his past escorts

Score: 5-18

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Game 2 Vs Joe Soon's Necrons

This was a game I've been wanting to play. Against a Necron army I've considered using myself. It is a really different Necron army. It has no Monolith and it uses the Deciever Ctan. A quick rundown of what Joe had:

Deciever
2 squads of 10 necrons
3 squads of lone Heavy Destroyers
1 Squad of 9 Scarabs
FUCKLOAD of DESTROYERS

I vaguely remember the game but his Heavy Destroyers annihilated my mobile shield. My DC charged into the open but survived 2 whole shooting phases of his entire army gunning them but most survived. I can only sum it up best in the Highlights and this was by far the game I've been looking forward to in this tourney.

Highlights of the Game
- Deciever is not as nasty as Nightbringer in close combat but nasty nonetheless
- Deciever made my assaulters run back a few times and when I charged it with ALL my jump pack squads with all my powerfists, he conveniently detached from combat and floated away, leaving my men out in the open in range of all those Destroyer guns...
- Heavy Destroyers are like those oblits I faced. Long range Lascannons and he got lucky, destroying my tanks before I got to do any real damage
- 1 Death Company Marine wiped out 10 Warriors after 3 whole combat phases
- Scarabs chased my Attack Bikers off the map but then got mowed down in a single round of assault cannon fire

Score: 5-18

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All in all, I had a great time. The games were good and a lot of fun chatter. Not to mention fantastic models on display. We got a free T-Shirt for the tourney and it is NICE. The final results are:

Click on the chart above to see the full score

Overall Winner: Iskazri's Orks
Best Painting: Joe Soon's Necrons
Best Sportsman: Shazli Abd Aziz

I feel privelleged to have played against 2 of the winners. I feel that the painting judging was a bit...Odd... I got 10 Points, same and higher than some other armies that are REALLY nice. And just so you know, I never highlight... Others use spray guns, highlight, base perfectly... But I'm thankful of the score I got and I'm flattered that I achieved that with an army I completed painting for Tourney only 3 hours prior to the start of it. I also got 7/9 points of Sportsmanship scores which is pretty good. I guess I'm not as bad a gamer as I thought I was.

Ave Legio!

Ess'n Why

2008-11-11T21:17:00.002+08:00

SnY: Supernumerary.

Supernumerary is an additional member of an organization. A supernumerary is also non-regular member of a staff, a member of the staff or an employee who works in a public office who is not part of the manpower complement. Thus, a supernumerary could be an extra member or a temporary employee in addition to the permanent staff or permanent members of a society.

Today, I finished my 7th Sector as a Supernumerary Pilot. Tiring.

First Flight: KLIA to Macau and back - 2 Sectors
Second Flight: KLIA to Denpasar (Bali) and back - 2 Sectors
Third Flight: KLIA to Phnom Penh to Siem Reap (Angkor) and back - 3 Sectors

This is what I do.

S N Y: Sit aNd Yawn.

Srsly boring. I basically just sit in the cockpit and observe the pilots do their work. And because I'm a total noob, they don't ask me any questions or test my knowledge.

Good thing is I get to eat hot MAS meals. Yum. Srsly.

My Eye of Terror tourney is this Saturday. I'm rushing to paint up my army in the meantime. Oh and I also finished Metal Gear Solid 4.

Twice.

Epic ending for most epic war conspiracy story EVAR.

Bai.

Justice Served Late. RM5 off Pizza.

2008-11-03T02:04:00.003+08:00

A little late but I am happy that my uncle is finally free. He had endured the long process (22 months in prison for trying to prove innocence) of our flawed law system just like any ordinary person would through the system.

What people fail to realize is that Abdul Razak Baginda is a normal man. But the media is a resource that can alter someone's perspective on another. So look past the little lies and misinterpretations and see that its all just to boost newspaper sales.

I quote him who quoted another;

"Everybody likes to be rich. But nobody likes a rich person."

More so in this country, Malaysia and even moreso in Malays. Why can't we applaud another man's achievement instead of crapping on it? Why can't we truly be friends with these people and not want anything more out of it than friendship? Why can't we treat people with lots of money the same with people without much?

So I leave now, with my appreciation out there that I thank Allah for helping us through this matter and for all my friends and family and his supporters.

Justice prevails after all.

To London and Back

2008-10-28T03:10:00.003+08:00

Heylo, luuzers! I have come back from the land beyond to write you my adventures which was mostly boring shopping. But meeting up with family there was nice. And surprisingly the weather was gewd. For a London autumn.

Skip this if you're not interested, uninterested bastards:

Day 1:
Arrived at Heathrow in the Evening, took the MAS crew bus to the hotel. Met up with Row and her mum and went for dinner at an Indian place called Khan's. Met up with my cousins there too. Khan's has good food. Horrendous service. I appreciate our mamaks more now. Took the bus home and I slept on the floor. No space. /sad /smallviolin

Day 2:
We took our bags, checked out of the hotel and took the Underground to our rented apartment in Palace Court. I thought it would be wierd for a family to be dragging around suitcases in public but surprisingly, lots of ppl did it too. Odd. Our Apartment was on Palace Court, right across from the Russian Embassy. And the apartment felt like a part of the Bloc Multiplayer Level in CoD4.

Then we took the Underground again to meet up with my cousins at Camden Town, my fave place in all of London (aside from the War Museum). Went to a costume shop and fooled around abit. The V for Vendetta mask is cool. Tempted to buy a Tomb Raider complete cosplay outfit for my sweetie but I decided against it (couldn't decide to get the classic green outfit or the new brown one). Went to Camden Town and browsed around for cool shit. Almost got myself a WW2 Russian Tank cap... Too expensive. Had lunch there. Indian. Again.

Went over to my cousin Fariz' apartment nearby to chill out. My feet hurt then. Nice cosy small place. And I got to try out his gas powered BB gun. Glock 20, with full auto option. Neat. SO STRONG. I shot the couch pillow and the ricochet bruised Row's wrist. Either the gun is strong or you're a softy, cousin. Went over to Row's to chill out then went out for dinner at some Lebanese restaurant. Waiters were all largely built and wore suits. Felt like a mafia diner. Cool. I stayed over at Row's place that night. Your couch is comfy.

Day 3:
Woke up early and took off onto the streets with Row. A fine morning it was, on the way to SOAS. We had breakfast at a cosy little cafe across her uni. English Breakfast. The menu LIED about a veggie sausage. We then got ambitious and with Row's GPS equipped iPhone, we walked all the way to Camden Town. We high-5ed then took the train back lolz. Row went for her first class while I walked around abit. After that, we met up and had to dash to the other side of the area to reach the other block where Row's 2nd class would take place. Dashed with an Iraqi boy named Haroun. Nice guy. His looks SCREAM emo. Thick messy hair, stoner face, faded jeans and a brown sweater that looks like its sewn by his Iraqi grandma. Nice guy tho.

As Row went for her 2nd class I took a roam to Oxford street and went to the Games Workshop in Plaza. Its always a nice breath of fresh air to me to see nicely painted miniatures and tonnes of boxes of minis I want. Bought a bunch of dudes, talked to some guy who worked there and plays Red Scorpions (wtf?). The shop had a SWEET display of some Mechanicum army. Rare shit and beautiful work. On the way back to SOAS, I stopped by Zaavi, a HMV-like store. Went up to the game section. I had fun.

Met up with Fariz and we all had a nice dinner at a American bistro called Automat. Apparently the cast of HP went there so its really popular. Burger was O-kay. Went back to my apartment after meeting up then slept at the apartment. On the floor. /sad /smallviolin

Day 4:
Went for breakfast at the nearby Malaysian Student's Hall. Nasi Lemak in cold country is NICE even if the sambal was mediocre. That just proves im too Malaysian to live anywhere else. Me dad went to some gadget fair and the rest of my family went to Portobello Market. Antique stuff. Bought meself a handsome magnifying glass for painting me minis. We had some Fish and Chips and a Kebab for lunch.

We spent the rest of the time at the apartment chilling out then we went to Trafalgar Square to meet up with the rest and have dinner at yet ANOTHER Malaysian place called Jom Makan. Real classy. But nice food. One of the best Teh-Tarik I've tasted so far, really and that means something. But at 3.50 Quid for a glass, it BETTER DAMN WELL be good. Met up with big Mark there and his charming daughter Megan. Nice dinner. Big guy's having heart problems and he's really stubborn about people fussing over him. Kinda sounds like me.

Row, her mum and I then split with the rest to catch a play. Avenue Q at the Noel Coward Theatre. BRILLIANT. I was ROFLing a whole lot and found myself singing along to some familiar tunes like "The Internet is for Porn" and "I'm Not Gay". Best. Musical. Ever. Seriously. As much as I dislike promoting Singapore, you guys should seriously consider going down there since Avenue Q is going to be playing there starting November 2008. Anyone up for a Road Trip?

After the play we took a cab back to Row's place and I slept over there again. I ordered a Chaplain Dreadnought from Forgeworld there. Can't wait to see what it looks like when Row comes back with it (I hope...). Watched Ugly Betty on DVD till mr Sandman pwned my consciousness.

Day 5:
A day of shopping really. Had a Jamaican lunch though. Really nice. Ackee and Saltfish dish was SO good and the marinade for the Jerk Chicken was amazing. Jamaicans know how to spice de malaysia boy, mon!

Went to Zaavi and GW again then got brought to a comic store called Forbidden Planet. SUPER GEEK SHIT. I was in love... So many things I wanted... So Geeky its cool. In the end I only bought a super geeky shirt for my bro (its the insignia for the space marines of the Sulaco ship in the movie Aliens). I don't remember much about this day. I don't have the pictures to remember lol. What I did remember is we had Krispy Kreme. AWESOMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Day 6:
Last day. My family and I had breakfast at Msian hall again then packed our bags then went to the Imperial War Museum. I is war fanboi. I has loves tanks.

Then we all went into the Holocaust Experience section. I went in geeky happy, came out depressed. /smallviolin Lol. I love this museum. I'd love to see it again, slowly as that day we had time constraint.

And then we flew back. Yay. End of story.

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You can start reading now you uninterested bastards.

Food in Malaysia is so cheap and easily accessible. After seeing London, I have to say that I still love Malaysia. We have a lot of flaws but I still think Malaysia rocks.

Oh And I got my PS3. It is OSEM. Currently, I have blown my money on Soul Calibur 4, Metal Gear Solid 4, Grand Theft Auto 4 and Assassin's Creed. And a 2nd Wireless Controller with vibration.

I has no moar monies.

But in Malaysia, you can live a week with Rm10. Ah, its good to be back.

A Little Congratulations

2008-10-15T02:49:00.002+08:00

Wassup, people! Long time no post... Everytime I turn on this comp, I end up playing Warhammer Online. Call it addiction but really, there isn't much to do outside of this.

However, there have been a few happenings in my life that I would like to express.

Firstly, congratulations to my brother for marrying an interesting person. Having a feminist in the house just never gets dull. Sharpens my tongue while encouraging my nurturing skillz. She's a little DUHHH so I gotta help her out a lot since I'm the only one without a daily obligation like school or work.

On October 10th, 2008, we had a wedding reception for the couple which I will now refer to as Halia for ease of typing. It was done at out TTDI house and a lot of work was put into it every day up till that day. And despite my pessimism, it turned out excellent.. The turnout was great and the caterers provided food beyond our expectations. Fresh lamb on a spit is always super-tasty.

Sorry if a lot of you were not invited. It wasn't easy choosing the invitees, as it was held in my house so the guest list was only 100 people long. Wish you all could've been there though. Still got a lot of leftover lamb... Maggi Goreng Kambing... Lamb Omelette... Lamb Spaghetti...

The 'Bunga Telur' was candle holders (IKEA's way of saying Ash Tray, really) filled with chocs and wrapped nicely. ALL HANDMADE BY MY FAMILY. Which we did the night before while watching Iron Man on a pirated Blu-Ray disc my mum somehow obtained.

Speaking of Blu-Ray, my cousin left to return to London last week and left her PS3 in my possession. And I've been playing Soul Calibur 4 as much as Warhammer Online. Beautiful graphics. And physics.

Boob physics.

I wouldn't write my review of the game now, but in a nutshell, it is excellent on its own but has a lot of nitpicks especially from the SC3 fans like myself. But excellent game. As corny as having Darth Vader and Starkiller in the game, they are oozing so much awesomeness, you throw logic into the bin.

And every guy throws logic into the bin when they see Ivy jump up and down.

I've also been having some family problems but I'm never the type to tell it to everyone. It is a private matter and all I can say is that I am capable of handling it myself with my family. How did ps3 jump to something as serious as family problems? Thats because the family problem made me throw a BF (bitchfit) and go buy a white PS3 controller with vibration.

Yummy.

Soon, I'll have my own PS3 and I will pack Anggerik back into its box safely...

Now that the wedding reception is over, life is slow again... Back to WAR and SC4.

But WAR is never dull.

Happy Eid Mubarak 2008!

2008-10-04T18:42:00.003+08:00

Happy Eid Mubarak, guys! And to those that don't celebrate that or even know what that means, happy holidays! Its that time of year where we Malaysians can OFFICIALLY gatecrash parties without shame or guilt. So stuff yourselves silly with rendang, lemang, curry and other super high cholesterol foods! You wanna live forever?

I ask for forgiveness to all those that I have hurt intentionally or otherwise. If you cant forgive me, why the hell are you even reading this?! But srsly, CAN I HAS 4GIVNIS PLS?

Oh and thanks loads to faris for setting up my 2nd monitor. I finally have my (almost) dream gaming rig:

Have a great time and cya guys around!

W.A.R.

2008-09-23T13:24:00.008+08:00

For the past week, I've been playing Warhammer Online: Age of Reckoning (A.K.A. : W.A.R.). And it is AWESOME. I've played WoW before and most might say that this is just a WoW copy but WAR has 2 things that totally own WoW.

1. Rich story and background, backed by tonnes of artwork and brilliant tabletop miniatures (since 1980s)

2. It focuses on the idea of constant war.

Now the 2nd part is the most interesting as in WoW, it just felt like you're just a regular person of a particular race with weapons to fight the enemy races. But in WAR, you are a soldier of an order or a militant from beginning till end. Yet somehow, you remain your individuality. Also, there is always the sight of NPC vs NPC, giving the ambient sound of steel clashing onto each other.

I would like to go on and on but... Heck, my game has just finished patching. Onto the game!

But, I'd like to indulge you guys (or actually myself) before I go:

Here is Athwyna, my female White Lion High Elf;

And this is my banker avatar, Rohan;

And did I mention the environments of the game is incredible? All based off the background made by Games Workshop for the tabletop game.

The best thing about MMOs, are friends. Especially if you know them in real life. When it comes down to massed PvP, having them by your side is simply awesome.

As Discovery Channel's latest tagline:

The World is just Awesome.

...The WAR world that is.

Happy fasting, n00bs!

Its hard for a 21 year old to change.

2008-09-12T00:52:00.002+08:00

First things first:

Meet Nobbonaga. My fully painted Warboss, ready to charge into battle alongside his boyz or his tougher Nobz. He would count as having Eavy Armor, Cybork Body (he can't remove that metal helm cuz its melded to his head), Attack Squig (2 Duelling rifles on his back), Power Klaw and Bosspole. I just love the size of the model, truly gives the 'Bossy' feeling that orks are all known for. Here's a rough size comparison:

Massive, huh?

Now to the main event;

Yesterday, I installed Warhammer Online on my comp and used my Open Beta key that came with my Collector's Edition. And I played it. And fell in love with the environment and the atmosphere of constant warfare.

But this was around 11-12 midnight so I needed to get my daily dose of talking to my sweetheart. But the game got the best of me so I decided to multitask, something I was NEVER good at when it comes to playing games. Some things I can multitask. My best multitasking skill is driving while eating ice cream while talking on the phone.

Yes. Asking for a death wish but you get my point. Some things I can leave to my motor skills to handle and I can spend my brain resources elsewhere (like eating ice cream. Important shit.). But when it comes to games or movies or series I just get stuck on it. My brain just switches off the outside world until something really major shakes it (like a phone call or my family member calling me). Text messages, online chat messages are just gone...

Back to my story. So I decided to multitask as it wasn't so hard. Besides, I was grinding AI and I was playing a White Lion so I could leave it to my Lion to do most of the work while I respond to my sweetheart.

And then it happened. 2 of my friends came online in WAR. Started a conference on Skype and we went PvPing.

4 hours later, I just realized what a huge dick I've been. Left my loved one hanging.

Yes. You may STONE me now for my stupidity and I admit it. I was being a jackass, not even pausing to say "PvPing, TTYL, Loves yous."

What happened was entirely my fault. But I am trying to juggle the loves of my life by multitasking. I failed but I think I will try it again. Because if I get spoilt by either playing a game or talking to someone, I will never learn. And I want to.

So forgive me, sweetheart. Its hard for a 21 year old to change their bad habits.

But I'm trying.

Bear with me.

I HAS LOVES YOUS!

MMORPG = Malaysian Masters of Online Rape Pwnage in-Game

2008-09-08T02:12:00.002+08:00

Ahhh... A mandatory update.

Its been busy but after my bro's wedding, things settled down... and I'm back to my bum life.

Yes. I'm STILL waiting for MAS to call me up for simulator. I have totally forgot everything about flying. Terrible. Absolutely terrible.

...

Now, onto other news.

I got the new Black Reach boxset yesterday and started on my Warboss on foot, named Kowazuggy. After some modding, he stands at a really scary height, a few mm short of a Dreadnought. I'm painting him as I type this and he'll be up and ready soon.

The Deffkoptas models are really really nice and I love the head moulds... Really WWI style headcaps and goggles. But, to follow my army's japanese theme, they wont be helicopters... They will be converted into something a liiiiiiiiittle more iconic.

In other news...

Some of my old 40k buddies (stopped playing 40k for a while) are starting to play Warhammer Online, an MMO that is to be released in a couple of weeks. And I've decided to join them. Many call it a WoW rip-off but I beg to differ.

Warhammer, like Warhammer 40,000 has an incredibly rich story and has immensely detailed visual themes. And WAR (nickname of Warhammer Online: Age of Reckoning), truly gives it justice. Breathtaking terrain, gargantuan structures, ornate armor and weapons. This game is looking to be a fantastic MMO.

To give some tidbits on my character, I'll be playing a High Elf White Lion. Its a class that is seriously strong in close combat, coupled with a loyal pet that does the same thing. Working together, the White Lion and his pet can do some serious hurt on the front lines.

Here are some eyecandy;

High Elf White Lion (Concept Art)

High Elf White Lion's White Lion (lol)
White Lion vs Chaos Whuteva (too lazy to see what classes they are) with in-game graphics

I invite those who play MMOs to join us. For the game is not even out yet and we already have 20+ guild members, all friends in real life.

WAR is here, are you going to fight it?

Busy II

2008-08-30T12:14:00.003+08:00

Been busy with stuff I cannot say here for reasons some will understand. But during my free time, I play Call of Duty 4: Modern Warfare online and PWN noobs (I just got my Golden Shotgun) and I paint my boyz. Here are some of the results:

Torkugarhwa's Shoota Skwad

11 Boyz with 1 Big Shoota, attached to Torkugarghwa, a Big Mek with Shokk Attack Gun, Eavy Armor and Bosspole. Meant to be stuffed into a Trukk, Looted Wagon or KillKannon Battlewagon.

Da Riketee Tank

My best painting work so far, applied many many layers of different washes over a very shiny Mythril Silver basecoat. The result is a tank that just got too rusty for Imperium standard. Whats actually funny is that before I painted it the turret could move but after painting, it takes A LOT of work to turn it. Truly rusted! This is a Looted Wagon with a Boomgun, Ard Case and a Rokkit Launcha. Now you may ask where is the rokkit launcha? Its that rocket on that slingshot the grot on top is gonna release.

The two pics below are my freshly primed Nob Squad. Its got a Painboy holding a scalpel (orky one) and a syringe (orky too), a Waaagh Banner bearer and a big big nob with a Power Klaw and Kombi-Skorcha. 5 guys in all and I'm pretty happy with the modelling result. I built these guys using the Black Orks boxset from the Warhammer Fantasy range. Good stuff.

Thats it for now. Back to work.

Or CoD. *cocks W1200*

Busy

2008-08-24T00:01:00.001+08:00

Busy. Fucked up busy. I'll do this tag quickly.

What Your Driving Says About You

You are generally an easy going, laid back person. However, you can't help but feel a little jealous and competitive sometimes!

You are a fairly aware person, but you can't help but make judgment errors from time to time.

You are not a fair person in the least. Justice be damned - you get whatever you can for yourself.

You can be a rather tense, grouchy person - but you try to maintain your dignity.

You have mixed feelings about authority figures. You understand their place, but you believe their power needs to be in check.

You are somewhat focused, but you are also a bit scatterbrained. Distractions can get you in trouble.

You don't feel a responsibility to anyone but yourself. You value your freedom more than anything else.

Your ego is a healthy size. You don't think you're more important than anyone else.

What Does Your Driving Say About You?

Gotta sleep. Later.

Malaysian Timing > Malaysian Support ?

2008-08-17T22:03:00.002+08:00

Last night I attended a rock concert organized by Jamtank Forums , a Malaysian musician's forum that is really popular. Its a rather large community of musicians in Malaysia and this was their first ever self-organized event.

Now, I didn't know about it until yesterday when my brother, who was actually one of the organizing team members called me up and needed my help. As it turned out, out of the minimum 6 crew they needed, only 5 turned up. And in the forums, 30 already promised they were coming.

So I basically had a rockin good time helping out with the event and watching some awesome bands play. Incredibly top-notch music quality is what these performers put out that day and its a shame so little came to attend it.

Which is what I decided to direct my attention to today. It was unbelievable that an event that is organized and executed by a community of local musicians had a bad turnout, even if so many said they were 'excited' and 'gonna fckin rock, doode!'

What kind of people are we if we join a community of an interest we like, make friends and have a good time at that community and when an event comes up to promote that community, we give lip service and don't turn up? Its incredibly disappointing to find out that Malaysians BY THE FUCKLOAD are like this. Its worse than a lot of things Malaysians do.

Malaysian Driving = Suicidal/Reckless = I've lived in Malaysia for all my life and as dangerous as it is, I can actually tolerate the behaviour.

Malaysian Timing = Bad Punctuality = This is a horrible trait, but really, nobody gets hurt except the event manager's perfectionist's braincells.

Malaysian Support = Betrayal/Backstabbing/Ditching = Seriously, this is the worst.

Before you sniveling traitors say 'WTF you talking about we has 1337 football support!' , look at that very same sport. Allow me to elaborate.

Remember back in the day when whatsitsnameArsenal came to Malaysia to play a game? Our own countrymen went nuts and supported Arsenal. I mean WTF. I understand our team sucks and has no chance against them and thats a reality. But where is the patriotism? Don't you assholes feel even a little guilty? I truly pity our Malaysian team at that point. To have a legion of your countrymen supporting the enemy thats going to ground them into the dust. On your own home ground nevertheless. That is betrayal.

And as with the event I went to, same thing. If you fuckers are not going to attend something your community created for you, just say so. A simple 'crap I wish I was free that day' post would take less than a minute to type and post. I really felt sorry for the event organizers, even if they did break even with the spendings and had a good time.

That aside, I had an awesome time. Dragon Red practically gave us (like 30 ppl total) a private show and even covering Killswitch Engage's My Curse (GH3!). Tempered Mental is extremely rare to catch nowadays, and they played tremendously awesome. Seriously, the guitarist has some MAD solo chops. Bloodletting was Hardcore and wasn't my type of core but their stage presence and energy were incredible. Deumouseth and Auburn were the outstanding ones really. These newbies came out with incredibly tasteful and well made songs and totally rocked.

So thats it. I rocked out this weekend, but also got a taste of another of Malaysian Culture that is BAD. So I'll ROCK ON, while you traitors can FUCK OFF.

Akka Skwad

2008-08-14T13:20:00.005+08:00

Not much to update on. Just here to show off my finished squad of Ork Boyz.

Akka (Red) Skwad
12 Slugga Boyz with Big Shoota Boy and Nob with Power Klaw and Bosspole

Following my intent of making my Ork army a mixed era Japanese gangster theme, I made sure each skwad will be named according to their feature that separates them from other skwads in Japanese. It sounds Orky anyway. This skwad is named after the red accents on their helmets and their chainswords. This is a nice way not to get confused with which ork belongs to which squad... Which is probably going to happen as I'm going to have 2+ squads charging a few targets at one time. The bases I plan to leave till later when i have a bucket of sand and a shitload of boys to base.

Kuro (Black) Skwad

12 Slugga Boyz with Big Shoota Boy and Nob with Power Klaw and Bosspole

As with Akka Skwad, Kuro Skwad is named after all their black helmets and dark clothes. I plan to base them as per Cityfight style to fit with their dak theme. Also note that all the boyz in Kuro Skwad carries a right o' choppa! Even the Big Shoota Boy! Proppa!

These squads are actually bought 2nd hand from Nik. I took it off his hands last month. All I did was darken the clothes (bright clothes = clean = not fighty enough), colored their teeth in and all round touching up.

Orks are fun.

On another note, I've been freakin grumpy last few days as I'm in constant pain from this boil that decided to pop up below my arm pits. Basically, unless I keep my entire arm suspended away from my body, it fckin hurts. Hence my grumpiness.

Thank God I'm not a girl because if I was and I had pms, I'll stab holes in your face so when you try to talk, the air escapes from the other holes, making you sound like a wheezing bitch.

MUAHAHHAAHA!

Back to orks.

Gamer Pride

2008-08-10T00:53:00.004+08:00

I am not a casual gamer and i'm not hardcore either. I play games when I have free time and I'm not doing some of my other hobbies. I am great at gaming, especially FPS/TPS games which require twitch reflexes. I am a gamer. But I do have gamer pride and I absolutely hate it to be bunched up and looked at with disdain by non-gamers especially the older generation that doesn't understand us.

So I was hanging around at Games Radar recently, reading some excellent articles and I thought I should share some of the 'Annoying Things about Non-Gamers' here. Some of my favourites:

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#1 You can't have it both ways. Parents, politicians and pundits are constantly scolding kids for spending too much time with videogames. At the same time, however, they casually mock anyone who dares play as an adult. Which age group is being irresponsible again? Make up your damn minds!

#2 Look who's talking. If you spend most days building kitten orphanages and serving hot soup to homeless rainbows, then yes, you can tell us that gaming is "a waste of time." If you sit on the couch instead - watching sports, voting for reality television or browsing celebrity gossip blogs - then please shut your hypocritical mouth.

#8 Shush! If you don't like people talking during movies, walking in front of the television screen or singing over your favorite songs, then - for the love of God - don't interrupt us during a game's cutscene. The alien, the dragon and the talking spellbook were having a very important conversation...

#13 Please don't patronize. Don't ask us what we're playing and what's going on in the game unless you actually want to know. Complete disregard would be preferable to your barely veiled expression of disinterest and disdain.

#20 Hold the eff on. Whatever you want from us, we can't do anything until we save. No, really. No, nothing. You want to lose the last 45 minutes of your life, too? Then deal with it.

#25 Don't be an enabler. By purchasing licensed dreck (and the shitty sequels to licensed dreck) simply because you recognize the celebrity on the front of the box, you're pulling down the entire industry. Enter the Matrix sells millions while Okami sells thousands. Space Chimps and Van Helsing get multi-platform releases, while Psychonauts is denied a sequel. We all suffer because of your poorly informed taste.
Buy good games or don't buy games at all. PLEASE.

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In the future, humans value more brainpower over physical power. Following that law, us gamers will become unimaginably powerful. We have the skill, we have the patience and we have the time. We will wait for the day when people in Malaysia go to mamak stalls at 1am to watch the World Finals for Unreal Tournament 20XX.

Football? What the fuck is that?

The Feeling of Flight

2008-08-09T03:31:00.005+08:00

I got news that my simulator training will only begin around February 2009. Until then, I'm pretty much not doing anything. Its just a rumour but its kinda depressing to see other carrying on with their lives... Summer breaks over, college/uni/work starts again and I'm stuck here.

I've never been a person that enjoys exercising but I know that if I was given the ability to float and fly, I would run around the world, running, jumping, flying...

The feeling of flight is different to some. Some dislike the feeling of weightlessness like when you are plummeting down a roller coaster. Some are scared of falling and dying. But for me, I've always felt like flying was a feeling I've enjoyed. Most times, it was scary like looking down from a high place with nothing to hold you back from jumping off. But sometimes, the weightless feeling of flight feels liberating. Like suddenly, there is nothing to hold you back.

The feeling of absolute freedom.

Its no wonder humans have always tried to gain the ability of flight. The best we have come is via technology, aircraft and whatnot. But after flying myself, it just doesn't have the same feeling of freedom.

The best time I had flying though was when I was small. My mum flew Ultralight aircraft in Port Dickson as a hobby when she was younger. And I remember just her and me in this skeleton of an aircraft with a fan for an engine and paper for wings. The wind in your face, being able to truly be THERE in open air. I'll never forget that feeling.

Skydiving and whatnot is not the same. Thats just falling with style. And falling far. Flying gives you the feeling of freedom from gravity that holds our world together.

Maybe the ability for personal flight apparatus is still far from conceptions and maybe I will never see it in my lifetime, but I sure hope jump boosters that allow me to jump great heights and survive great falls would be awesome. Extreme parkour. It would satisfy the urge of mine to fly. Even if its jumping high, and falling with style, its something. And its personal.

For now, this may satisfy my need;

Maybe its just me. But maybe, deep down, we all want to be able to parkour around town with immense jumps and impossible stamina.

Sorry for the rant but really, I just want to FLY. In any and all means possible, I want to go up, go where I want to go and then come down at will. That is flying.

The LOLCAT of Gotham

2008-08-08T01:04:00.001+08:00

Bring da Thundaaaaa!!!

2008-07-31T22:05:00.001+08:00

Awesome.

Killhouse

2008-07-31T20:27:00.006+08:00

The clamor of gunfire and explosions still rang in his ear and yet, their actions was as fast as lightning. Commander Echo raised his customised AKSU-74 to bear on the stunned enemy and squeezed the metal trigger lightly.

3 shots. Two in the chest, one in the head. Clean, efficient and deadly. The Speztnaz fell to the ground before even recovering from the blinding effect of the Flashbang Major Leviath. A blinding white death. The Commander lowered his sub-machine gun to his hip and dashed forward into the mock building, stepping over his freshly-killed victim. As he ran, he could hear the heavy footsteps of his Major behind him, following closely to back him up.

As the Commander turned into the room, he spotted another Russian aiming outside the window of the mock-up with his PKM light machine gun, sending a hail of suppressive fire to cover his squad as they advanced. It was too close to raise his weapon. Instead, the Commander reached for his knife sheathed on his tactical vest for a quick stab in the neck.

Suddenly, a spray of blood and grey matter exited from the back of the machine gunner's head, followed by a distant crack of an M21 sniper rifle. As the body slumped onto his crouched stance, dead, Echo was reminded that not only the Major had his back but had the long range support from his sniper, Colonel Synide. The commander's blade had not yet been bloodied, nor unsheathed.

The alien sound of another's footsteps advancing from the other end of the room snapped the commander's attention back to present. It was too late, the enemy had his weapon drawn and had gotten a bead on him. But before he could squeeze even a round off his AK-47, his neck began to spew blood. The knife of the Major's entered a high pressure vein in his neck, instantly severing his nerve connections and his blood flow. He would die a rather slow death provided the medics did not reach him in time.

They will not. Such is the way of the SAS.

The Commander and the Major dashed forward again, covered by the steady shots of the Colonel. As they exited the mock-up, they were greeted by 3 heavily-armed russians. But their surprise was obvious in their eyes. If they could see their faces hidden behind the balaclava, it would be a face of horror. They had not expected their allies to be so quickly dispatched.

The killing was quick. And synchronized. A dance of death rehearsed a million times over. The two SAS operatives reached for their knives, pulled it out with a reverse grip and stabbed it deep into their assailant's hearts, unlike shots, knives only need one application onto the enemy. And it was absolute. Death.

The 3rd watched in horror as his teammates were brutally stabbed by the 2 gas-masked operatives and began to fire his PKM. As though communicating by telepathy, the Major and the Commander split sideways, heading for separate cover. The PKM still fired its monotonous drone of hammer hitting gunpowder even when the bullet could not hit anything but wooden crates which protected the Commander from fire.

'Major.'

'Commander.'

Leviath peeked out from his cover and blasted away at the Russian's direction with his customized FNP-90, with no regard for the 3 shot rule. Instinctively, the PKM 's bullets began to move to Leviath's position, giving Echo a room to breathe.

But the SAS don't need a moment to breathe. Before the Russian realized that Leviath's move was a classic Suppressive fire tactic, he died the most brutal death of all.

In a fraction of a second, his head exploded from an M21 shot, his heart was penetrated with a properly aimed P90 shot and his right lung was punctured by a knife.

As the headless assailant twitched and slowly fell to the ground, the Commander glanced at his watch.

40 Seconds.

Too slow.

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We eat n00bs for snacks. They aren't filling enough for breakfast.

I WAN TIT NAO

2008-07-29T15:12:00.001+08:00

Yesh. Ai d00.

Tags. Gotta Love em.

2008-07-28T00:54:00.003+08:00

Like any tag, it comes with a set of rules. In this case, the rules are as follows:
. state 15 weird things/ habits/ little known facts about yourself
. The 10 people I tag are to then to follow my footsteps and write their own 15 weird things/habits and little known facts.
. No tag backs (as in once ive done this, please dont tag this exact tag again. pls n tenkius.)

Enjoy my weird doings, my habits and my facts.

1. I generally dislike Malays (Mentality)
- My MyKad says I'm Malay and I am half Malay. But it doesn't stop me from disliking a race that constantly displays nothing but its bad traits.

2. I am schizophrenic, I swap between serious discussions and funny faster than you can say 'CANIHASCHEZEBURGURSPLS'
- Its true.

3. I'm an Indie boy
- I like things that aren't normally popular/mainstream but instantly bash it when it becomes popular

4. I don't believe in 'high-class' things
- What french gourmet roasted quarter chicken with a fancy name is worth rm48 when I can enjoy a plate or Pasembor for rm4.80?

5. I hate dancing, but actually do it alone to catchy songs
- Read: Caramelldansen

6. I'm Kiasu
- I don't like to lose, but I wont backstab you to win. I'll just stab you in the face. >=)

7. I'm a hardcore, fast adapting, jack of all trades FPS gamer
- Give me any FPS game and 10 minutes of Baptism of Fire in multiplayer, and I'll pwn your a55, n00b.

8. I enjoy throughly being childish
- With legal use of curse words, ability to drive and buy cigarettes.

9. I am anti-Apple/Macintosh
- Main bitch: God gave us 4 fingers and a Thumb. What did Apple do? Made a mouse that has ONE FUCKING BUTTON. My gaming mouse has 5 buttons and thats not even enough sometimes!

10. I'm a fucking awesome romantic shit spewer

11. I enjoy being laughed at, provided I can laugh harder at you
- I'm fat, you're ugly, but I can have liposuction and you can have a facial restructuring from Sanji in One Piece. We both happy.

12. I am a tad too overconfident
- Nah. If I was overconfident, I wouldn't write this. I'm confident I'm not overconfident. Oh shit.

13. I have never combed my hair in the last 4 years
- God gave you 4 fingers and a thumb. Besides, I look dang awesome without a comb anyway. PHOWAR TO DA PPL! ANARCHYYYYY!

14. I am not a normal person
- NO SHIT, SHERLOCK!

15. I have many food and drink dislikes
- I don't like gassy drinks (coke, sprite, the works), fruit juices (chocolate isn't a fruit.), anything sour or citrusy. The list goes on.

That's all~~

As for the 10 lucky (or unlucky) people I tag are:
- Refer to bottom 7 plus another 3 volunteers

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Survey ini perlu dijawab dalam Bahasa Malaysia.

7 fakta tentang saya.

1. saya beragama islam tetapi perangai macam SETAN
2. Saya tidak kurus tetapi seksi nak mampos
3. Saya suka cat dan main Tukulperang 40,000
4. Saya baru cukur sebab bulu muka buat saya nampak macam melayu (tapi saya sebenarnye SETAN)
5. Saya suka membunuh ramai n00b dalam Panggil Kerja 4 (Call of Duty 4 ROFL)
6. Saya ada banyak masa nak bazir. Buat masa ini.
7. Bahasa Malaysia (bukan 'Melayu' , si Anwar BODOH) saya teruk nak mampos

7 perkara menakutkan saya.

1. Allah
2. Lipas
3. Kehilangan sesiapa yang saya cinta
4. Kena tikam belakang (backstabbed)
5. Keluarga dan kawan dicederakan
6. Ibu bila marah
7. Mati katak

7 lagu buat masa sekarang.

1. Sayap Kertas (Paper Wings)
2. Dunia Ini Boleh Ade 1 Ketua Besar Sahaja (The World Needs Only One Big Boss!)
3. Pemakan Ular (Snake Eater)
4. Sedia Untuk Jatuh (Ready To Fall)
5. Biru dan kuning (Blue and yellow)
6. Hampir kekasih (Almost Lover)
7. Bila Kita Mula Membunuh (When We Start Killing)

7 perkara yg saya sebut.

1. Ape Fuck (WTF)
2. Ketawa Kuat Kuat (LOL)
3. Berguling-guling atas lantai berketawa (ROFL)

4. Ketawa sampai Punggung tertanggal (LMAO)
5. Tahi (shit)
6. Ala-fuck (ohfuck)
7. Benar? (SRSLY?)

7 perkara yang amat bernilai.

1. Allah
2. Integriti
3. Kesetiaan
4. Keluarga saya
5. Cinta yang menyempurnakan saya
6. Kawan yang dekat
7. Kehidupan

7 "pertama kali" dalam hidup saya.

1. Membunuh 15 orang berturut-turut dengan Shotgun tanpa mati dalam CoD4
2. Merokok... Cerut
3. Blog dalam Bahasa MALAYSIA
4. Rasa KOOLGILER (Gladiator Ring, Ninja Camp 2006)
5. Melanggar kereta
6. masuk hobi lebih lama dari 2 tahun
7. Membeli soundtrack game macam otaku

7 org yg bertuah untuk menaip tag in dalam Bahasa Malaysia.

1. Haddy
2. Julia
3. Rowena
4. Faris
5. Khairul
6. Anwar Ibrahim (kalau tak sibuk merogol bontot, ya?)
7. Abdullah Badawi (kalau tak sibuk tidor, ya?)

Satria Gelap

2008-07-20T23:36:00.004+08:00

The Dark Knight totally owns. I mean seriously. Have you ever watched a movie people have absolutely RAVED about but after you watched it you went 'meh' ? Well, The Dark Knight is NOT one of those movies. Its a masterpiece. In fact, my favorite movie of all time was Gladiator. Now its being pushed down to 2nd place. Seriously. The Dark Knight is my favorite movie of all time. Finally, they gave Batman (who has been my fave superhero since I was able to walk) the movie that portrays him the way he should be. I've always liked the Joker for his insane plots and stuff but it was this movie that pushed me over the edge.

Hey Jigsaw (SAW), WHY SO SERIOUS?

Hey The Talented Mr. Ripley, WHY SO SERIOUS?

Hey John Doe (Se7en), WHY SO SERIOUS?

LETS PUT A SMILE ON THAT FACE!!! HAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! >=)

Yeah. Joker totally owns the spot on my list of 'coolest killing schemers' and a whole lot of others. RIP Heath Ledger. You died an acting martyr.

There are a few points to pick on but it is nowhere near as powerful to drag down how totally awesome the movie is.

In fact, it is SO awesome, I believe they should NOT make a sequel. Because as a sequel, they need to introduce new things that the previous ones did not have. Whats on the list, eh?

- The Penguin (cool but how many scheming mobsters does it take before this gets old?)
- The Riddler (this guy would be cool but they seriously have to kill the imagery of what Jim Carrey has set in stone)
- Mr. Freeze (no wai. Srsly. Ridikoolus!)
- Poison Ivy (unless the new Poison Ivy is Maria Ozawa, I'm all for it)
- Catwoman (this would just screw up people's minds more than it already is. 'Which batman is the right one?' is catwoman good or bad?)
- The Batplane (seriously, you cant fly something that aerodynamic slow enough to catch crime. If you get something faster, it will totally maul the city's skyscrapers)
- The Batboat/sub (whoaaaa mobsters on boats now, eh? RIDIKULUS)

So thats it. The Dark Knight is awesome. Leave the King alone on its throne of awesomeness. But honestly, if another movie out there can move me more than this can, you may take the throne.

ALL HAIL THE DARK KNIGHT! WOOT WOOT! FANBOINESS

It was Haddy's surprise birthday party today. The turnout was pretty awesome. Lots of people.

Haddy however arrived late... Not according to schedule! Talk about being late for your own party... Nevertheless, he was really surprised. It was more than 2 weeks AFTER his actual birthday date so I guess he really didn't see it coming.

I will update my entire log of my trip to Kuching, Sarawak tomorrow. All I can say is; prepare for manly stupidity.

The Astarte Captain (Chapter 3)

2008-07-20T19:38:00.006+08:00

The Wyrm

The parchment's ink was still wet when the Wyrmtamer read it. He looked up to the man that gave it to him, behind him 2 dozen men armed to the teeth with crude weapons. However crude, they were sharp and deadly and the men demanded to board the Wyrm to find someone that had dishonored their master. And use those weapons on him.

'Sorry, but I really can't afford to waste any more time discussing this. No weapons are allowed on the Wyrm. A single scale is more expensive than what you hired your men with.'

Despite his brutish exterior, the man was not provoked by this comment and instead smiled. He reached for his belt and pulled out a small pouch. He tossed it up to the Tamer and waited for the expected response.

The Tamer tried to disguise his surprise at the pouch's content as best as he could but it was too strong to resist smiling as he beckoned the vagabonds onboard the Wyrm.

As the last of the men disappeared into the first car, the Tamer began chanting his Rites of Travel as his assistant activated the Wyrm harness. As the assistant pulled a lever, large puffs of steam billowed out from underneath the cars as long needle-like contraptions imbedded themselves into the Wyrm's back. From the the cockpit, a slight uncomfortable grunt was audible. But the cockpit was on the Wyrm's crown and such sounds were normal.

Once all the cars were meshed onto the spine of the Wyrm, thick ropes were released from the cars and onto Shyabah Station floor.

'All leashes away, Captain!'

The Wyrmtamer turned his head back slightly and nodded then proceeded to lower the glass shield to seal the cockpit from the outside world. Locking the shield down, the Tamer grasped tightly the two thick poles protruding from the floor and pulled it slowly towards the back.

The Wyrm felt its antennas tugged. As it yawned loudly, it began shifting its lower serpentine muscle and began moving forward in the designated trench that was built by the local government. Slowly it gathered speed and began zooming down the trench to its next and final stop for the day;

Raxaferh.

* * * *

The compartment lost its comfortable warmth.

Now its just hot. And noisy.

The man knew there were more people in the compartment than before the Wyrm departed. Before he closed his eyes for a nap, he remembered the warmth emanated from the veiled woman sitting across him in the car. He did not bother her and proceeded to sleep. Now, there were more people in the car. A lot more. And they harbored the killing-aura, an emotion so strong that those who are skilled in battle know it just as intimate as they embrace the notion of death.

He opened his eyes slowly. It wasn't very nice to be greeted with 5 crossbows drawn and aimed at your head. Especially when one was sleeping. Casually the man slowly sat upright and adjusted his robe, scanning the compartment.

The men with the crossbows were more alert now, ready to fire the moment their charge showed sign of aggression. The veiled woman was gone but in her place was a bouquet of different types flowers.

I guess I better go return those flowers then.

Before any of the guards could realize what was going on, the man took the bolt right from the armed crossbow closest to him and jammed its head up the jaw of the owner of the dry-firing crossbow. In a single movement, the robed man turned around using the momentum of stabbing the first assailant with the bolt and backhanded the skull of the next guard. Underneath the sleeve of the robe, the metal brace was hard enough to crack the skull with a simple backhand.

The other 3 panicked in the close-quarter attack and shifted their weight to aim their crossbows at their freshly-awoken charge. The first bolt barely left its draw before the entire weapon was split in half as the robed man used the very same movement of drawing his sword to slice the closest crossbow. And the owner's chest.

The second bolt missed its mark, but it pulled the man's robe open, revealing a red and gold torso armor with a large dragon emblazoned across it. It would also be the last thing the man sees as both his eyes were promptly sliced by a quick cross strike from the man's sword.

The man gasped a bit as the last bolt jammed itself into his shoulder. The shooter felt slight relief as he managed a semblance of vengeance upon the assailant that quickly murdered his friends. That feeling was quickly quashed when the assailant shrugged off the attack like a mere stone bounced off him. It was too close. He dropped his crossbow and began to draw his sword. But it was difficult to draw a sword when you lost your sword arm. In disbelief, the guard looked onto the floor and saw his armored arm from elbow downwards, twitching from the shock of mutilation. Coupled with the sight of his dead friends beneath his arm, the guard simply fainted and fell onto the floor.

The Astarte pulled out the bolt out from his shoulder and took off his robe. Too much drag, too much flash. He man picked up the bouquet of flowers on the chair opposite and walked out of the compartment.

* * * *

Three. This one had a lot more force into it, making blood rush to her cheeks. Even if it hurt, she was not going to wield. And the interogator knew that just as well.

This bastard just likes to see women beaten up.

Four. Harder than the last, she gritted her teeth for the next one.

Five. The force made her bite her own lip and she began to bleed slightly from the mouth. The interrogator began to smile. His toothy grin was disgusting, revealing multiple rotted teeth and many more yellow ones. She closed her eyes tightly to brace for the next one and to isolate her mind from the ugly sight.

'Boss! Dere's sum crazy guy in the 2nd car, killin da boyz and makin his way 'ere!' said the interrogator's panting assistant.

'Whut? Who dares kills my boyz! Doesn't he know he's messin with Boss Narkeeb's men? Why I oughta...'

Narkeeb couldn't finish the sentence nor the 6th slap onto the questioned woman. He flew in a rage as he saw his panting assistant torn apart by a cleaving strike from behind, splitting his smartest assistant in half. The Boss drew his humongous Axe and charged the man holding the blade that split the assistant in half.

The Astarte placed the bouquet of flowers onto the floor, careful to place it in the last car he exited from as the wind from the open topped car Narkeeb was in would blow it away. As he looked up, he realized he underestimated the large man's speed and quickly had to roll away to dodge the huge axe from cleaving him. The following smash, penetrated the floor of the car and tore into the Wyrm's skin. A displeased grunt of pain was heard as the wind from the front carried the Wyrm's voice quickly to the cargo car.

The warrior rolled out and drew his sword to face the opponent. But his short sword would be improper to battle such a large foe. The sword was perfect in the small confines of the passenger cars but not the open space he was in. He quickly scanned the environment and saw the veiled woman had her wrists bound to her ankles, sitting upright but in a hunched over position. What sick and useless way to bound a prisoner, thought the Astarte. But he had other matters to deal with.

A dark shape of a huge axe fell over his face and he quickly lunged forward into the area of strike of the axe and stabbed his sword into the belly of the Boss. But to his dismay, this counter-attack method which normally would immediately dispatch his opponent failed. The blade pierced his skin but not deep enough to kill.

Narkeeb chuckled and swatted the Astarte aside like a fly. A normal reaction, the astarte pulled out a handful of throwing blades from its sheath over his shoulder and used the overwhelming opposite force to throw the blades at the Boss' face. The Astarte hit the floor hard but used the force to roll and get back up, ready to fight again. Narkeeb roared in pain as one of the blades penetrated his eye. He danced around like a fool, prying out the throwing blade, unintentionally destroying his eye further.

The warrior noticed he was now next to the bound woman. At closer inspection she was a very attractive woman and the forced pose she was in was strangely seductive with her figure. She glared at him with disapproving eyes and spoke.

'Stop looking at things you're not supposed to look at and kill the filthy Rympyt!'

'Its not as easy as you think, lass. His skin is hardened too much for my blade to pierce. I either need a larger blade or more force behind it to kill this fool.'

'An Astarte having trouble fighting? First I've ever heard of!'

Her words pierced his price and he felt terribly insulted. However, it was not his Astarte blood that made him on the losing end of this battle but his training. Simply speaking, he received very little blade training prior to being pressed into Raxaferh's army.

'I'm not having trouble fighting! I just fight better with a staff! Don't you have one? The arcane runes on your dress speak of your position as a wizard but you don't carry one! First I've ever heard of!'

His words pierced her pride and she felt insulted on top of the fact she's being talked to while in an obscene posture.

'Fool! You insult me! Get me the purple flower from the bouquet and give it to me! I'll make you eat your words!'

Before he could say anything, the Rympyt charged him, furious that he could not take out the throwing blade from his eye socket. The Astarte rolled aside and ducked past the axe that was meant to behead him. Behind the disoriented Rympyt, the warrior ran towards the bouquet of flowers, sheathing his sword for better balance. As he identified the flower as he closed the distance, he lunged and rolled towards the bouquet, pulling out the right flower in one quick movement. As he turned to look at the woman to confirm his selection, he was slammed into the wall of the passenger car closest to him.

After briefly fainting from the concussion, the Astarte pushed off the crate of steel material thrown at him. Again, another shadow of the axe fell upon him. He quickly fell back, his neck missing the blunt edge of the huge axe by a hair's breadth. Following through, he rolled back and sprung over the bent over Boss, recovering from his brute slash.

As he closed onto the woman, he could hear her chanting some spell. He reached her, neatly slided the flower over her ear and he spun around to cut open her binds with a throwing knife. As her hands came loose, she raised her hands in a typical offensive spell stance, still chanting her spell.

Then she aimed at the Astarte. More accurately, his crotch. Or so he thought. Before he could think if what was happening was treachery or assistance, his sheath was torn apart as his sword suddenly burst out onto the floor of the cargo car. A roar from Narkeeb stole his attention from the immediate event. He instinctively bent down to pick up his sword but it felt different.

He looked down and noticed his sword had changed from a sword to a halberd. The hilt of the sword extended as long as a staff. The blade remained the same, but with the design of the weapon now more to his liking, he smiled at the woman.

'I'll eat my words after this, milady.'

He caught a glimpse of her flushed face as he turned to face his opponent. The charging beast of a man was still far. For a sword of course. The Astarte jumped up and spun around, swinging out the bladed end as far from his body as he could control and brought it smashing down onto the charging foe's head, splitting it cleanly in half, still joined at the neck area.

The dead's momentum crashed into the floor hard and his raised axe crashed into the floor of the car even harder. A shrill shriek of pain was again in the wind as the Wyrm expressed its pain. Suddenly, the floor shook violently and the sides were releasing pressurised steam fast. From the axe embedded into the floor of the car, cracks began to spread rapidly. The car had lost its primary connection to the spine of the Wyrm. It was going to be detached.

Quickly, the Astarte scooped up the woman in his arms and ran towards the next passenger car. But the coupling gave way and the cargo car was torn apart from the back of the wyrm.

As the two felt themselves being lifted up into the air, the Astarte held the woman close and shielded her from the incoming impact. They each only had a word for each other.

'Mazth.'

'Roharn.'

They hit the ground hard.

* * * *

She sat there for hours, reminiscing of her past with the Lord of Xervio Keep and how they met. It was also a thing of wonder how the kingdom of Raxaferh had tamed and utilized such a large serpent to provide fast transport to and from neighboring nations on the Eastern Continent.

The large serpent suddenly stopped drinking from the Erovium Lake which she had a view of. The serpent bent its head low, almost in a bow of the approaching man. She smiled as her husband stroked its snout affectionately before continuing to walk back to Xervio Keep.

Journey to da Bloo Lagoon

2008-07-17T01:16:00.006+08:00

Not a lot of updates from me since nothing really significant happens thats worth blogging somehow. Today however, I went to Sunway Lagoon with Row and Maz and Row's friend.

That place is EXPENSIVE. Its no wonder majority of the people there are Arabs on summer holiday... Let me rephrase that: REALLY HAIRY ARABS on summer break.

I've seen people with hair on their chest before but this place had SO MANY of them! I had fun spotting some unusual ones though... There was this guy with 'fur' on his shoulder blades. Wow. God was generous with him and decided to give his shoulders a beard. roflcopters!

Note: Zip-Lock bags DO NOT keep water out

Lol. Yeah Row needed to be contactable at all times so she put her phone in a ziplock bag and carried it around in her pocket... Which we discovered halfway down the lazy stream thingie that it had water in it. Use the hair dryer on that thing, cuzz!

We went on a lot of rides and Row was quite the lion and took on all the thrilling rides. I didn't go on the log ride which drops because I had to accompany a certain CHEEKIN that didn't want to go up but I did go on that water slide thing that you lie on your belly and you go down a slide... Fast.

Fun. However on the last stretch, I ran over a bubble or something, it reminded me the feeling of being punched in the balls. Lol.

After all that, we went to see the tiger cub feeding... Which was... tasty... I mean, the picture had a cute pic of a tiger cub drinking milk from a milk bottle. This one was eating meat which looked tasty...

It was really hungry... Its a really cute thing.. Wish I had a tame cat that huge...

After that we split off with Maz (no more hot swimsuit view... T^T) and we went for lunch at Sakae Sushi at Bangsar Village. The Unagi Tama Don is pretty tasty there... And pretty reasonable too... Recommended!'

Bloated, we proceeded to Toys r Us where I got this WICKED sherman tank for only RM29.90 and it was just perfect for my ork army. The 1:32 scale is excellent. Meet my Looted Wagon with Boomgun!

The treads MOVE! WOOT!

The Turrets MOVE! WOOT!

SUPER WEAK REAR ARMOR! WOOT!

I did not update recently so this news is kinda backdated. Tomorrow (actually in a few hours), I'll be going to Kuching, Sarawak with a few of my PFs just to kick back and chill. I have NO idea where I'm staying or what I'm gonna do but hey, thats how men plan their holidays. Last minute stuff rules.

I'm lookin forward to Laksa...Yumyum...

I'll blog again when I return on Saturday! Adios, amigos!

Onwards to Iron Painter!

2008-07-09T00:04:00.002+08:00

Its a long day........

At the moment nothing much going on in my life. Call of Duty 4 multiplayer is really fun though. The adrenalin rush to keep up with the speed of the game is addictive.

I managed to get my hands on the latest Warhammer 40k rulebook yesterday. I have the honour of being one of the first few people in the world to own the latest rulebook. PHEER MY G33KY PHOAWAR!

The rules are way more streamlined and more organized. It seems like a great time to start warhammer 40k *nudgenudge* as the rules are a lot more straightforwards and less confusing bits.

In the meantime, I finally decided on my 1000 point ork army to paint in the upcoming Iron Painter competition.

HQ

Yamagha Kowazuggy (Wazzdakka)
180
__________
Elites

8 Nihnjaz (Kommandos)
PK Nob
Burna
130
__________
Troops

5 Warbikes
PK Nob and BP
165

11 Slugga Boyz
Big Shoota
66

Trukk 'Pro-Ton'
Red Paint, Big Shoota and Grot Riggers
45

12 Slugga Boyz
Big Shoota
PK Nob and BP
112

Trukk 'Ezteemuh'
Red Paint, Big Shoota and Grot Riggers
45

12 Shoota Boyz
Big Shoota
PK Nob and BP
112

Trukk 'Mazzdah'
Red Paint, Big Shoota and Grot Riggers
45
__________
Heavy Support

Looted Wagon
Boomgun
'Ard Case
115

Total: 1015 Points, 53 Models to paint

Before I can finish it I still need to obtain a box of Ork Kommandos, and at least 2 boxes of Ork Boyz. I may even consider another Ork Battleforce.

And Yamagha is doing well. He's definately gonna turn ork heads in the Competition. Surprise till then!

The Astarte Captain (Chapter 3.0)

2008-07-07T01:15:00.007+08:00

*Taken down for reediting*

The Eagle

2008-07-06T01:37:00.003+08:00

Today I finally installed Assassin's Creed for my PC. And I can only say one word:

OMG.

Ok. So thats actually 3 words but.. It really is astounding. The detail in the visuals is fantastic and the animation is the best I have ever seen in my life. Fluid, lifelike motions give a breath of life to realism. Physics is impressive as well. The movement of Altair is fantastic. I can go on and on about how beautiful this game is but you must experience it yourself before you understand.

Visuals: Utterly, jaw dropping beautiful. Never before have I felt the realism where I can see a point about 10 km away and actually go there and explore and see another 10 km more. Oblivion had that too but it didn't have the immense city detail that this game has.

Gameplay: Its mostly meant to flaunt its animation and graphic prowess but boy it is fun to walk up to someone, kill him in public and only when he falls dead do people realize an assassination took place. And you're so far away by then. Its simplistic controls is good but lacking in diversity. This is a problem faced by games suffering from 'Consolitits' which is the transfer of a console game to a PC game. It is forgiveable however as the controls are adequate.

Story: Its a rich, detail story and its full of mystery. So many 'Why's' pop up and thats an excellent thing. It draws you into the game. The setting is also one of my favourite periods of all history: The Crusades. As much of a bad Muslim, I am, I always admired and thought that the warriors of the old Islam kingdoms were awesome. And I get to play one. An assassin no less. Shit. The developers must've said 'Hey you know what, lets make a game in a setting that will make Johan Rohan super happy.' Oh guess what, Ubisoft, Good Job!

Conclusion: It has a few bugs here and there but overall it is a really good game. It doesn't try to be anything more than what it is and in doing so, it doesn't trip over its own feet. Don't judge this game compared to other genres. This is truly one of a kind.

This post is called the eagle for another reason. Today my family went out to OU for dinner at Delicious and then went to Cineleisure to watch Hancock.

His icon happens to be an eagle. Well what a freaky coincidence. The movie was pretty good actually. Far exceeding my expectations. Its a fresh take at superheros and its not corny. Its action is good and its comedy bits are cleverly combined. Don't expect the same superhero things you've seen so far. This pretty cool and worth a watch. In fact, if I were to rate the Hulk and Hancock, I'd tell you to watch Hancock for the story (and Will Smith) and watch Hulk for the action (and Edward Norton).

And you know whats even creepier?

"...Berg was midway through filming The Kingdom when he heard about the film (Hancock)"
-Wikipedia

Berg became the director for Hancock.

The Kingdom = Insightful take on the lives of Muslims in Saudi Arabia
Assassin's Creed = A taste of the life of Muslim Hashishins during the Crusades

Creepy.

Ah. What a day of eagles.

Meet Joe Black

2008-07-03T21:14:00.004+08:00

No. Its not Brad Pitt. Its much better. Its a Creative Zen Stone Plus. I got this from Row (and Farah... and Fairuz... somehow... lol) as a belated birthday present (although I thought the cat-o-nine tails was a awesome gift) even if she gave me one before. I've been eyeing this product for a while as I have abandoned my old old iPod Mini and gave it to my brother a long time ago. But recently, I've been missing having some good tunes on the go.

Best mp3 player EVER.

I plugged the little tyke into my comp (uses the same cable to sync my phone to the computer), uploaded about 1.2 gig worth of songs in less than 5 minutes, plugged it into a power source and played it.

With a built in speaker.

Eat that iPods! I always said iPod products are for Floosers!

Lalala no stupid iTunes...
Lalala no stupid rearranging my neatly arranged music files...
Lalala costs a fraction of the price of an iPod...

Best of all, I got it as a gift! Woot! More money for Warhammer then! Lol!

Back to my real life, I've been going through the 2nd week of Indoctrination Phase 2. Kinda boring but its all stuff that I need to begin to be familiar with before I start actual work. If I don't take it seriously, I'm fucked.

Lets put it this way; according to what I've been doing for the last 2 weeks, I'm fucked! XD

Tomorrow would be my final day attending classes. After that I begin a long break in which I am supposed to fly 15 sectors observation flights. The criteria is that I must finish minimum 15 sectors before I start my simulator sessions which was scheduled to be in August.

We got news today saying that due to the delay from schools and the backlog going through training in MAS, we will commence simulator training pretty late.

September is a MAYBE. Lol. I love Malaysia.

Well, I guess that all thats interesting in my life right now. In a few hours would be my brother's birthday. I pretty much spent majority of today preparing his present which is a Necron C'Tan Deceiver. It didn't turn out as pretty as the picture on the box, but for my standards its pretty alright.

Tomorrow, Legio Gamenight!

The Astarte Captain (Chapter 2)

2008-06-30T00:17:00.006+08:00

-Reskina's Garden-

An advance of shadows...

Innocents dying to a hail of metal shrapnel and bullets...

Screams of despair and agony...

Blood...

Metal...

Tears...

Fire...

Dust...

An Eagle...

Darkness gave way to the dim vision of my chamber. It was never a good sign to awake from a dream as strong as the one I had. It took a while to realize I was gripping a dagger that I kept by the nightstand tightly. I relaxed my hand and placed it back to its resting place. The day I am caught without a blade in my hand is the day I begin to kill with my fists. But hands, as I always teach my best student, Prince Xelvarath is only to be used for brute melee combat only when there is no other option. Attacking with the fists is powerful but does damage to yourself as well as the enemy. Besides, hands should be kept safe and healthy. Without hands, we may never enjoy the simple pleasures in life.

Speaking of pleasures...

I turned over on the bed to see Mazth sleeping soundly. The reflection of the dim flame against her naked skin was as beautiful as the night sky in the open window beyond her. There are few joys in life and I was grateful to have them all. As I ran my hand across her spine, I said to myself;

'Without hands, we may never enjoy the simple pleasures in life.'

However, the grim dream that attacked my sleep was worrying. It was a sign. The Eagle. The most prominent symbol of that dream. The assailants carried firearms. Not slicing and stabbing weapons but firearms. More advanced than what the Eastern Nation has. But I was able to identify it as I have seen much more advanced firearms in the Otherworld. Nevertheless, if an army brought that much might to this region, there will be many innocents killed. This must be the epiphany that the Prince had said to experience in the Otherworld.

As all things is balanced in life, mine must be too. How can I be blessed with everything I desire without much to pay for? I think the time has come to pay that due. I kissed her on the shoulder, got up, picked up a Voicepetal and spoke.

'Sergeant Kenzo, get me my halberd.'

Despite its origins, Reskina's Garden is a place of peace for all those of the Xervio Keep and its guests. However, at night, its magic illusion wavers and its true form shows in patches. The Astarte and warriors of the Xervio Keep are aware of this as it is only by the order of Captain AlterEcho that they are exposed to it.

Reskina is the Goddess of the underworld. And how she had come to grow her 'Garden' around Xervio Keep is a story many know but are unable to give evidence to its truth. And so it became The Legend of Reskina's Garden.

When Emperor Karimus still walked across Raxaferh, so did many of his enemies within his lands. As mighty as he was, he could not fend off the tenacious Rympytz from attempting incursions into Raxaferh. And on one such night, on a full moon, a large Rympyt army led by Rympyt Raja Arshwin lay siege upon the Xervio Keep. Even back then, it held all of Raxaferh's greatest minds of arcane magics and technological development. Allowing such a Keep to fall would be a huge blow to the Empire.

Back then, AlterEcho was merely Sergeant Roharn and he led the squadron of Astarte. It was that battle that gave him the name. In the defense of Xervio keep that followed, many of the Emperor's men died valiantly. Eventually, the gates were torn down and the Rympyts flowed like a plague into the Keep. As a last stand, Roharn and his men commended their souls to the Emperor and accepted death with open arms. But not without a fight.

It was said that Goddess Reskina blessed them that night, as she would see far more unworthy souls to walk the earth if they were to fall. In doing so, she eclipsed the moon. In total darkness, the Rympyts were blind.

But the Astarte were not.

Like a pack of rabid wolves in a pen of sheep, the Astarte slaughtered the Rympyts down to a man. Roharn led the attack with a ferocious howl that echoed into the night, boosting his men's morale, and causing the enemy to break and flee from pure fear. No mercy was given. Reskina had chose to bless them that night, giving total advantage to the Astarte that were able to use multiple senses other than their eyes to create a visual image before their eyes.

Xervio Keep was a fortification atop a hill with a large open space around it. After that night, it was surrounded by a forest. In their belief of a miracle blessed by Reskina, the Astarte men, impaled every Rympyt on long pikes and surrounded the fort with it. It was a barbaric and horrible thing, to treat the dead as such but the Astarte did not care. They will use every method available to win combat. Even if it means utilizing fear as a weapon.

Roharn's commander died that night but not before beheading Raja Asrhwin. Even with 2 dozen arrows in his body and a spear through his heart, he managed to bestow Roharn his name and his promotion. As he stood upright, bleeding and dying, he said;

'The roar that you unleashed will changed Xervio Keep forever. Your roar shall echo across the lands. All will know that Xervio Keep is impregnable so long as Captain AlterEcho has charge of it. And I, will pass with no title. No name. Just the final joy of combat.'

It was said that nobody shall speak of his name except Captain AlterEcho. And it has remained that way ever since.

Emperor Karimus arrived at the Keep a week later following a report from the Captain. He was disgusted and proud of such a gruesome display of force. But the Captain was reprimanded for his actions. As punishment, he was to balance his charge of Xervio Keep and be mentor to his last and loyal son, Prince Xelvarath. As fates would have it, it would be the greatest honour of all.

The forest was enchanted to show a dark but beautiful forest with tall trunks and thin branches. Each pike became a tree to the eyes of those loyal to Raxaferh. The scent of the dead was also masked but the scent of the Reskina's Flower overpowered the masking.

This is Reskina's Garden.

The morning sun rays penetrated through the thin trunks of the forest from the horizon. The morning dew cooled the air and the sweat on my body. Refreshing.

I had not realized the time had gone by so fast. I looked at my halberd in my hand and saw it was still steady. This practice was nowhere near as challenging as a real battle. But one must keep his reflexes sharp and his aim true. For when battle was to come and one is unprepared, all one can expect is a swift death.

A distant whistle pricked at my ears. Instinctively, I shifted my weight back and twisted around with my halberd outstretched. I kept the blade close to my hand and the staff down the length of my arm. In a swift spin, I sliced the arrow in half. If my men stopped and allowed me to rest and enjoy the morning sun, I would have reprimanded them for not taking my orders seriously. Excellent work.

Another whistle of a speeding arrow came from afar. I began my pattern again, crunching the remains of hundreds of arrows with my feet as I moved.

Mother of....

2008-06-30T00:01:00.004+08:00

On Saturday I attended the Mother of All Tank Battles event held by Legio Malaysia.

Pictures speak a thousand words. So I will contribute a few thousand words now.

All the Red does not belong to me, btw... Most of it is another BA compadre's army combined with mine. Space Marines are NOT meant to have their tanks go up against Imperial Guard Tanks... They're just waaay too powerful...

I wish I had the money to afford all those vehicles... T_T

I had command of every loyalist dreadnought in the game. Football team! Hut Hut Hut!

It was a fantastic game. Had lots of fun. Halfway through the game, we had to turn on our allies and after that, turn back. It was hilarious how some went all out and destroyed their own vehicles when the allied/enemies roles changed.

Great event, great people. the prize was a life-sized purity seal made by Deathkorp. Excellent event. Hope to be a part of this gaming club event more!

The aftermath;

So many vehicles lay shattered and broken and billowing smoke... Ah. Such is Apocalypse.

the winner of the battle won this; a lifesized purity seal. Pure geeky awesomeness.

The Astarte Captain Begins!

2008-06-27T00:43:00.005+08:00

If you noticed, the post before this is a fiction. Set in a fantasy world created by the insane mind of Faris at his blog, Defiance of Light. It initially was Faris style of blogging where he blogs his everyday events but in a fictitious manner in a fantasy world he created. It was a novel idea to me however I'm pretty sure someone else had done that already.
Expanding from that, it had a pretty cool universe and with Faris as the Prince of a large kingdom, we had plenty to go from. the entirety of the credits goes to him. But now during his summer break, he intends to bring it a step further into the point of a full-blown fantasy story. And thats where I come in; I will contribute my story from my point of view in his world. In there, I am his loyal Captain of an elite race of warriors.
Why do it? Well, why not? Its fun and I finally get to stretch my creative writing skills which have never been used since SPM english exam (which I got 1119 A for. Hehe).
You may realize some real-world similarities or inspirations. Thats totally intentional. Anyone want in? I'll make you cool! XD

It may seem long and arduous but I made it as best and immersive as possible. Maybe you wont read it now but when you're bored, please enjoy The Raxaferh Chronicles - The Astarte Captain.

Ave Imperator Raxaferh!

The Astarte Captain (Chapter 1)

2008-06-25T22:35:00.014+08:00

-Return to Xervio Keep-

A white entity glimmered through the dense forest. It seemed to keep pace with us but I felt no hostility from it. It merely wanted to display its freedom in this vast world that was created. As an Astarte, freedom had no meaning to him. And neither to his men. But it did not matter. All that mattered to an Astarte was the heat of the battle and undying loyalty to his Master.

"Lord. To the East of us and maintaining pace. A wild steed." voiced a soldier from the formation without a loss of a single breath.

"Wild is the word of focus here, soldier. It is wild and free. We are bound by loyalty but sane. Which would you rather have?"

The silence that followed was the answer that they all knew was true. And they accepted it with finite understanding.

We have been haste marching through Raxaferh from the capital to the Xervio Keep for 3 days with only breaks for food and water. This is one of the many abilities of the Astarte race that the Prince had come to value so much. Near-limitless stamina. Even if the Company was slow compared to horseback, the distance covered in the amount of time given is much greater.

I had only been with my Master for a short period even in the Otherworld and now I had to depart from his side. But the Prince seemed worried about an impending invasion of some sort and had immediately started work on his nation.

He still thinks he had been gone for four years. I know better than to trust the way the warp affects time. The Prince had asked me to take the weapons and armor of the Otherworld and bring it to the Xervio Keep which was under my charge to begin arcane research on it. The Power Armor and the Power Weapons of the Otherworld would bring great imbalance to the world and must not be allowed to be used. As minor of a duty this is, an Astarte never treats his duty with ignorance.

"Lord! The Xervio Keep tower!"

I snapped out from my mental recap to fully respond to my senses. The sweet, musty tang of the Flower of Reskina flowed into my lungs. And in the horizon, the tallest tower of Xervio Keep, the Arcana Xervio was in view, its thin shadow reaching far across the tops of the Reskina's Garden, the enchanted forest that surrounded the Keep.

Smells like home.

Smells like an intruder.

The lithe woman pulled her nose out of the white flower and opened her eyes. Instantly, the visions of real life appear before her. The scent of her Scanflower which she inspects at every change of guard shift smelt different this time. And it was the smell of an intruder approaching ever closer to the edges of Reskina's Garden.

She giggled to herself at the thought of how the intruders will soon get lost in the Garden under a powerful enchantment that confounds the senses. They will eventually die from fatigue and will add another Flower of Reskina to the Garden.

Still, she wanted to be sure of the intruders and took a whiff at another flower. This one was as blue as the still ocean. As the odourless scent flowed into her, her closed eyes gave her vision from any tree which carried the Sentryeangas located in strategic locations in Reskina's Garden. She focused and her vision was transported to the enchanted flower closest to the intruders. She could see the shape of the men.

It was definitely men. However, it was confusing to her. The men wore the armor of the Astarte Warriors loyal to Raxaferh and yet, the one leading them was a robed man, his face obscured by his hood and his scent was of something from another land. The crimson of his robes reminded her of her husband's eyes. The thought tugged at her heartstrings but she had to put it aside to deal with this threat.

She observed the leader of the Astarte warriors closely. He walked with confidence into the forest with his men following closely behind. Before she had a chance to celebrate yet another intrusion crushed, the robed man walked with his palms outstretched at his sides, touching each trunk and whispering something under his breath.

He knows the path to the gate! And in doing so he bypasses the river's defenses which was the only way into the keep that was possible. Of course, all that was possible except to her and...

Had he been killed? Bested in combat and his knowledge and memories extracted? No, he would never submit to any torture even if it meant death...

She pulled away from the Sentryeanga she held and let the tears from her eyes weep slowly down her rounded cheeks. The thought of losing him tore at her heart. But there was no time, they must ready the defenses at the Keep gate.

"Sergeant! I detect intruders approaching to the Keep gate! You and your men gather there and prepare a phalanx!"

The sergeant was slightly surprised from the command but he nodded and carried it out with haste. It wasn't every day a beautiful woman smelling flowers told you to garrison the gates as the commander of the Keep...

"Lord, the men ask if you can sate their curiosity as to why we must resort to the hidden route through the Garden and not through the main entrance via the river..."

I looked at the Sergeant and smirked.

"Its been too long since I've been home. I want to see how much has changed. For better or worse."

Again, their silence was their statement of understanding to their commander. Only two people knew of the hidden path completely which was myself and my wife, Mazth Rubymoon, Mistress of the Arcana Xervio. And he wanted to see if she was vigilant enough to sense his arrival. He knew his scent would be detected immediately by her but it did not matter. She would understand that it is a test and she would be glad to accept it.

However prepared I was for a grand ceremony for my arrival, I was totally unprepared for a full phalanx to await me at the gates of the Keep. Indeed, she must really want to impress me with her ability to prepare the defenses in case of a breach.

The men stood back at the edge of the forest but within the open space before the Gates. They stood ready for battle. They did not care if it was friend or foe, as long as their commander gave the order, they would be ready. Moreso with the sight of a phalanx of their brother Astarte warriors prepared at the gates.

I however, decided to end the charade. All I wish for now is the sight and embrace of my other. It may have been only a few weeks since my last departure for her but for me, it was 9 years of emptiness without her.

"Excellent work at fast mobilization of defense forces. The phalanx created is nearly perfect save for the shortage of Astarte. Now where is Mistress Rubymoon? I long for-"

I was suddenly cut short by a voice from atop the battlements.

"Silence, knave! You speak as though you know everything of Xervio Keep! But you know NOTHING!"

"...Eh?"

That was all I could muster before her shrill scream of the charge silenced the noise of the forest. The Astarte charged my men.

"Men! Do not use blades! Do not kill! Hold!"

The men instantly created a wall of shields themselves. The scenario suddenly turned on its head and a charade turned horribly real.

A spear thrusted the air in my direction, as I easily sidestepped the assailant, I could not bring myself to deliver a single blow. Instead all I could do was look up at the beauty that stood on the Battlements, transfixed.

By the Gods, she is exquisite.

By the Gods, he is arrogant.

The robed man was dodging all the blows thrown at him with instinctive nature as he was not even looking at them. All he was doing was staring at her direction. His hood obscured his face although she could see his lips was curled into a smile. But oddly enough, a smile of bliss, not of evil arrogance.

She had to place her duties to protect the fort before investigating his identity however and began casting a powerful spell. She pulled out a deep red rose with a silver stalk and spikes from her bouquet of Spellflowers and whispered to it an ancient language.

"My lord! Your orders!"

"Hold your ground, men! And take a deep breath!"

He sounded so much like him...

The rose she held wilted suddenly and the silver stalk turned a glowing ruby. A red wisp flowed from the wilted petal towards the intruders. Soon, all those that inhale the red mist will be trapped in an illusion of an infinite battle. A sad but effective way to annihilate a group of enemies. It does not kill them physically but until she cures then with a different spell, they are nothing but flesh and blood with their minds trapped in a different realm.

Suddenly, the leader of the infiltrators went missing, leaving his men behind. She could smell an alien smell behind her...

She spun around to attack me with her recharging Hell Eterna Rose. A Shabyhan like her could never match an Astarte in close combat, especially at this range. Even in an aggressive defensive attack, she moved with an elegance that reminded me of one of the many reasons I love this woman so dearly. I caught her backhand in my left with my right reaching for her face. She needs to see who this person she is fighting is. At least the speedy wallclimb to the battlement where she stood upon had pushed back his hood.

As she finally looked into my eyes following her failed backhand, her eyes opened wide in disbelief. I'll never forget that look. Oh how I enjoy hopelessly to view her surprised expression. Priceless.

"Wha... Who... But..." she began to stammer. How cute.

"I suppose this robe that came from the Otherworld masks my scent too much for my own love to mistake me. Make no mistake with this!"

I gently held her face with my free hand and kissed her deeply. Instantly, I could feel the arm holding the wilted Spellflower relax to the point of dropping it. Like my men, I know that silence is all I need to know where their loyalties lie.

Except with women, especially this one, you need a locking of lips to force the silence.

By the Gods, I am incredible.

-End Chapter-

OWH NOES!

2008-06-25T20:53:00.004+08:00

I finished Crisis Core while waiting to be picked up by my brother after class yesterday. I thought the bosses were lame. Either that or my usual overzealous bonus level grinding made it too easy for me. Since everyone knows the ending (Zack dies. Duh.), I thought I'd share the ending movie;

OWH NOES

Well, in review, I think its a pretty good game. A great comeback from the lameness that was Dirge of Cerberus. As much as Vincent Valentine was awesome, swinging around the buster sword is still cooler than shooting.

And Dante from DMC does both. Sigh. Squeenix kinda slow to catch on, eh?

One of the best things about the game is the FMV sequences that Squeenix is so famous for. Considering its on a handheld, the FMVs were INCREDIBLY beautiful. And Sephiroth looks uber awesome in the fight scene against Genesis. The summons were awesome too. Each one is like 60 seconds long or something but its worth it. Odin's summon is the best of the lot. Youtube the vids to see. But nothing beats actually summoning it yourself. Thanks sooooo much to Maz for lending me the PSP. I ish loves j00s.

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Dammit I got tagged by Shaza. How the heck am I supposed to do that tag if I don't carry a handbag? Well, since I'm such a sport I'll show what goes into my pockets and on my wrists and fingers everyday.

Phone
O2 Xinc (I need to get it serviced. Its wonky.)

4 Rings
2 of the rings are part of 3 jigsaw combo rings. The centre part is in Maz's possession. Without it, I am incomplete (awwww! :P) the other 2 are also from Maz with one engraved with our names on it and the other just a really cool looking ring

House Keys
It looks really shiny and will attract cats but thats because it is new. New house whut.

Watch
Guess Steel. I've had this since back in school. Probably as old as my relationship with Maz. Ancient, venerable watch! No laser beam tho. Q_Q

Lighter
Its a Cricket Lighter with the Eraman Logo on it. I bought it the day I came back for good from Langkawi and I still have it now. Eraman is that sundry shop in KLIA arrivals area.

Cigarettes
Dunhill 20 Sticks. Its crumpled. Every box that goes into my pockets gets crumpled. Not on purpose, of course. It does make it look really grungy and noir tho. lol.

Wallet
Billabong. Bought it in Sydney I think last year or something. Its getting a bit frayed at the joint but its still nice. Carries all my cards and cash and pictures of... stuff. *^_^*

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Nothing much to add in my personal life. Just going back and forth to classes everyday. When I get back home, I rest up or just chill around online. Or I paint.

I decided to hold back the orks for a while and work on some refurbishing on my Blood Angels. When 5th Edition comes, I'll be ready. That said, I did finish completing the painting of my Big Mek with Shokk Attak Gun.

Torkugarghwa - Big Mek with Shokk Attak Gun and Bosspole (the Gob)

I like my rust effects... Its not a very pretty model but I like how its turned out. It looks really dirty and tuff. Not weedy and clean like sum of dem beakies!

Radu - Counts as Corbulo
His main body is almost done but I have yet to start on his backpack. I do like how he looks. The simple loincloth I added makes him look a lot different and white hair looks cool when done right. As much as I hated his model before, this model is starting to warm up on me. Lets just hope the Exsanguinator backpack isn't a turnoff.

Oh. Legio Malaysia is having the Mother of All Tank Battles this saturday at noon. Lots and lots of tanks gonna show up including the debut of Faris' Land Raider. I'll be sure to get lotsa pics and write lotsa fluff.

I'm off. My DMV is stuck on Maz right now. Wonder if I can get a good limit break.

HAAARDO SMASH!

2008-06-23T23:09:00.002+08:00

I finished my exam and I think I did alright. I'm pretty confident I'll pass... 80% is all I need... >.<

After my exam I got picked up by Maz and we both went to Sunway Pyramid for lunch at Romas. Ribs and ONYONZ rock. Then we went to watch The Incredible Hulk.

A lot of other sites gives it really high reviews but I personally think its a little overrated. Its very entertaining, I'll give it that but it is missing something that makes it a good superhero movie. As an action movie, the ending fight scene (which every person even little boys know is the BEST part of an action movie) sucks in comparison to the part where the Hulk fights off the military that is attacking him on campus.

Fave character in movie: Emil Blonke.

Why? Sure he becomes the fugly hulk dude in the end but BEFORE that, he's just awesome. He gets a small dose of the serum that makes him a super soldier that was developed from the Hulk. And he 1v1 the Hulk on the campus grounds. Let me say this; David vs Goliath never looked so fuckin stylish yet practical.

If you're wondering about the title, there is a part in the movie where the Hulk actually talks since he actually is pretty dang dumb when in the Hulk form. And he says the 'Hulk Smash!' line that he's so famous for. However, I think Hard Gay has been 'HOOOOO'-ing my mind too much till it became

HAAAAAAARDO SMASSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHUUU!!!

I have no more exams but I still got to go to class till next friday. But if anyone wants to chillz outz with da flabkat, drop me a line and I'll munch it.

SMASH!

Eve of P-Day

2008-06-22T22:53:00.002+08:00

P-Day means Performance A Exam Day. P-Day sounds a lot cooler than PAE-DAY. Which sounds like Payday.

Tomorrow is my exam. Its a bitch ass hard exam which will last for 3 hours non-stop with constant thinking, rechecking, doubting yourself, double-checking and everything. Its like addmaths from hell, without the calculation and much more on the theory.

Well, such is life. I have prepared myself adequately and can only hope for the best. Prepare for the worst? I'm prepared for that too. All I gotta say is:

'I'M FUCKED!!!'

Thats it for now. I'll be more in the mood to blog after my exam.

Victorous Aut Mortis!

Paper Wings

2008-06-21T02:17:00.003+08:00

One last thing I beg you please just before you go
I've watched you fly on paper wings halfway around the world
Until they burned up in the atmosphere and sent you spiraling down
landing somewhere far from here with no one else around
to catch you falling down
and I'm looking at you now

and I can't tell if you're laughing
between each smile there's a tear in your eye
there's a train leaving town in an hour
it's not waiting for you, and neither am I

"Swing for the fences, son" he must have told you once
but that was a conversation you took nothing from
so raise your glass now, lets celebrate exactly what you've done
just put off another day of knowing where you're from
you can catch up with yourself if you run...

and I can't tell if you're laughing
between each smile there's a tear in your eye
there's a train leaving town in an hour
it's not waiting for you, and neither am I

is this the life that you lead,
or the life that's lead for you?
will you take the road that's been laid out before you?
will we cross paths somewhere else tonight?
somewhere else tonight...

and I can't tell if you're laughing
between each smile there's a tear in your eye
there's a train leaving town in an hour
it's not waiting for you, and neither am I

Da Gr... uhhh... Black Tide...

2008-06-18T22:26:00.004+08:00

Here is my progress on my Orks so far! Which most are only just primed black.

Here it is! 12 shoota boyz and their trukk, a Big Mek, 4 Slugga Boyz (more to come) and their OOP trukk, 10 kommandos with Hugnzo and 3 bikes in the corner. All this and it costs in game terms less than 700 points. Gosh.

Here is the detail on the OOP Trukk. Its really small compared to the new trukk but it still is cool. And my Big Mek (Torkugarghwa) fits perfectly on the flatbed! I really hated the Weedy looking gunner so I replaced him with a new ork boy body and gave him a shooty pose. The old big shoot has been modified and placed on the back to look like the passengers shoot it.

These are my 2 big shoota boyz. The one on the left is for my Shoota Boyz squad since he looks... well... Shooty. The one on my right is for my Slugga boyz because he carries a mean looking slugga.

As with my big shootas, these are my Nobs with the one on my left being the shoota boyz nob. At first it was the one on my right but when I was assembling the new Nob, he didn't look as Killy or Choppy as the one I painted up.

This is my self-designed Kommando with Burna. The Burna is made from a Rokkit Launcha modified with SM flamer bits and a rubber band connecting to his backpack which is a Rokkit pack but modified to look like fuel tanks. The stabby looking knife is to make sure you don't mistake him for a burna boy.

I'm going through a really stressful time at class. We're going through Performance A (read: insane) and they're cramming what I learnt in Langkawi in 2 months into 4 days! And I have an exam on it on Monday! And I'm learning a LOT more than in Langkawi. Wanna know why its called a 'Crash Course' ? Its because its so fast, you crash and burn when the exam comes. LOL.

So you may be asking; what are you doing blogging at this time? Study!

My answer is: FUCK NO.

I start at 0830 hours to 1730 hours and only have a 30 minute lunch break. Everything else is study and cramming info and doing some questions. The thing is, if its mathematically related, it would not be so bad. But its heavily based in theory, therefore all my addmaths A2 skillz that killz in SPM is utterly USELESS.

So why am I not studying? Because I need to do something OTHER than look at that stuff. I swear if I look at it again before tomorrow, I'm gonna just turn into a veggie holding a tome of graphs and gibberish.

Before I crawl off and continue to play Crisis Core (Zack is too bishie to enjoy playing him fully), i just wanna say congratulations to Maz for being the only 2 of 16 people to pass the 24 Track Competency Exam. I would give you a present but I think my loyalty is more than enough to cover it.

...If I do say so myself. :P

FlabKat off to play Crisis Core.

The Play, The Planning and The Dakka

2008-06-15T02:29:00.004+08:00

How NOT to plan a day;
Allow everyone last minute to be involved.

The day started out late. I got up, spray painted my new scratchbuilt drop pod then went for brunch with Row and my extended family at Red Ginger. I love my wa tan hor. Then we went to see my uncle's house being built which is incredible. Then we went to send Row off home.

Now since the night before, the plan was; "Lets hang out in BV at 5." But then suddenly she was ready to go off straight after which was around 2pm. So I quickly went to pick Faris up then we proceeded to BV when suddenly, it was reverted back to the 5pm thing. So we went back to Faris' place to meet up with Khairul to come to BV later.

Now the night before, I planned with Maz to go follow her at night to go to 'something'. But then I was dumped with Julia to go hang out with Row at BV at 5. So we went and I felt guilty that Julia's time with Row would be hindered by me having to go off so I called it off. But then Row overheard and said we should all go to that 'something' which turned out to be my cousin's play.

I could go on but I'm pretty sure most of you will be lost by now. In the end, nobody went anywhere. I met up with the boyz at Old Town (few doors from Devis which now has officially the WORST teh o ais). We also met up with my bro and his friends. Last minute, we decided to all go cybercafe and play some games.

And we did. Boy was the action intense and ferocious. I totally dig the multiplayer of CoD4. I knifed like a million people... And the speed at the game was playing, I had to increase my FPS twitch reflex skill fast to cope with the other players. Excellent game. Furious close quarter combat, battles in the streets, RPG missiles flying into shop windows...

Well, thats the end of my saturday. But if you look at my last 2 paragraphs, you'd realize this (without being too sexist); when women try to cope with last minute plans, it somehow all goes to shambles. When MANLY MEN do it, it goes smoothly. We decided to go cybercafe and poof. Easy execution of plan.

Thats all for now. I leave you with some TAG thingie that Maz forced me to do. Enjoy. FlabKat truly.

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"Things about me that you should know"

Top 1 Person I want to spend time with
1) A certain special someone (too!)

Top 2 materialistic things I can't live without (money not counted)
1) Mobile Phone Contacts
2) Good Food

Top 3 Places you'd find me at:
1) At home
2) Malaysia Airlines Academy
3) Legio Malaysia (every Friday)

Top 4 Songs that is always somehow in my head
1) Master Exploder by Tenacious D
2) Cliffs of Dover by Eric Johnson
3) Caramelldansen
4) Indiana Jones theme song

Top 5 shopping malls I go to:
1) One Utama
2) Sunway Pyramid
3) The Curve/Ikano/Cineleisure
4) Bangsar Village
5) Megamall

Top 6 things I HAVE to buy every month
1) Some Warhammer 40k Model
2) PC Gamer
3) Super Glue (you have no idea how much I use for 40k)
4) Dunhill
5) Credit
6) Anniversary Monthly Present for Maz (I don't deliver on time ALL THE TIME. Sorry >.<)

Top 7 snacks I love to munch on
1) Krispy Kreme Original Glazed
2) Koko Crunch
3) Kit Kat Chunky Cookies Dough
4) BBQ Potato Chips
5) Brickfields pisang goreng/currypuff
6) Rojak Pasembor TTDI
7) Noobcakes (its my family's creation. Come over one day and I'll make you one!)

Top 8 places in a mall that i love to browse through
1) Funky furniture/paper weights store
2) Tamiya store
3) Mag section of Bookstore (PC Gamer!)
4) Sci-Fi section of Bookstore (40k!)
5) Warhammer store (only applicable to Megamall)
6) Japanese goods supermarket
7) Game store
8) ...?

Top 9 dreams of mine
1) to become a ninja overlord
2) to have painting and conversion skillzors beyond something of this level;

3) to be a super l33t reflex skillzors wielder to OWN in FPS gaming
4) to prove that football/soccer is the dumbest game in the world
5) to be able to kick ass
6) to be able to be the most awesome man of all
7) to be able to lead spartan warriors with manly 8-packs of authority
8) to be able to be a good husband, father and son
9) to be have my children and their children achieve the other 8 of my dreams

Top 10 guilty pleasures of mine
1) Caramelldansen
2) Guitar Hero
3) Porn (is that guilty?)
4) totally dominating my opponent in Warhammer 40k
5) Blogging (owh noes)
6) wanting to convert every model I see
7) Reading Chauvinistic articles
8) Charlie and the Candy Mountain (1 and 2)
9) 300
10) LOLCATS

BRACE!!! BRACE!!!

2008-06-14T01:00:00.005+08:00

Today I had a SEP (Safety Emergency Procedures) exam. It was funny because it was in a computer room. I finished first and those around me were whispering me to ask for answers. So I gave it to them... I mean when you finish an exam and can instantly see what answers you got wrong, you practically have all the answers on your hand. So I thought if I gave my friends the answers they'd score full marks. But Nooooo... They had to do some mistakes which made them lose out. Lol. Such is life.

After the exam, we proceeded to the Slide Drill area in which we get to go into a simulated 737 cabin and go through the procedure. Bracing for impact, opening the emergency doors and the most fun bit of all-sliding down the emergency slide. Gosh. I never knew something used in emergencies could be so fun!

Its like a defibrillator with a volunteer!

Anyway, as mature and adult as we all are (we're pilots. we make rational and mature decisions), we all asked for another round. And boy were we in for a treat! We got to slide on the 747 slide! Steeper!

FANTASHTIK-U SLIDE-O! HOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

And again, we were obviously incredibly mature people. So we asked for another round! But this time around, we had some experienced 747 cabin crew doing the drill with us. The full drill. The lights dimmed out, the cabin crew shouted the order to brace for impact, the simulator rumbled here and there a bit, then with an action of pure machoness, the steward in charge for evac that day gave orders with confidence. You think its impossible to evacuate 300+ passengers from a 747 in less than 5 minutes? They made about 35 of us out of the simulator and down on the ground in less than 30 seconds. Impressive indeed.

Emergency Disembark Drill HOOOOOOOO!!!
737 Simulated EY Cabin (with real crappy seats!)
SEP instructor outside overwing exit

After that, we got out of our overalls, got on the lifejackets that come in the plane (yes, the one thats under your seats) and jumped into the pool. With uniform. I personally enjoy swimming as an exercise... Always was a water baby and enjoyed water. But swimming with clothes on is TIRING. The lack of hydrodynamic qualities your body has in the water makes you swim a lot harder. It was fun nevertheless... Kinda gay tho when you gotta hold each others waist in the middle of the sea so you don't get separated... But thats survival techniques for you. Gotta put shame aside and hug another man for warmth.

Edzree and I by the pool (its got a helicopter crane too)

So I went back home and played some guitar hero 3 to chill out... Yeah its kinda odd to rest your tired arms by playing guitar hero but it was fun... I finally mastered Cliffs of Dover on Medium! WOOHOO! Love that song... Wrist hurt after that... Rain of Blood by Slayer is pretty hard too... Although its probably because I headbang and stomp around when I play that song...

Then I picked up Faris and the both of us left for Legio Malaysia... Played an awesome 2v2 game with Azim and Han. GK and BA vs BA and Storm Tigers! Crushing Victory in our favor. We rock. Mini-batrep after bye byes.

I'm tired. So far my arms have been through quite an abuse today. 1 Exam, opening emergency doors, backstroke with clothes, backstroke with clothes towing someone, guitar hero 3 madness, 2v2 long 40k game and now blogging.

If I dont get buff after this, its because the muscle is under the fat.

Do not mess with me. Muahaha.

FlabKat out.

...

HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

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The forest was still. Han would expect no less when anything or anyone was in the presence of someone that wielded as much power of the Imperium as he did. Even this virgin forest that he was to reclaim in the name of the Emperor. Before his arrival he was sure there would be the rare sounds of herbivorous life form and birds of sorts reigning the forest with their noise. But he was an Inquisitor. And nothing would be safe from the clutches of the God-Emperor as long as he and the Imperium walked upon worlds.

'Milord, we have established a link with Lord Azimus of the Blood Angels in orbit.'

Mildly annoyed by his moment of vanity and establishment of self security in this world, he slapped the comm-serf's inhuman hand.

'Patch.'

The serf stood upright and its 'eyes' dimmed while its mouth dropped open to allow the vox-speaker to sound.

'Lord Han. We have arrived. What are your orders?' said a strong voice from the mouth of the serf.

'Azimus. My Grey Knights have discovered that the Storm Tigers chapter has dealings in this planet's ancient relics. There have even been reports of their Librarian wielding such a weapon.'

'I would still be referred to as 'Lord' from you as much as I give you the honour of such a title, Inquisitor.'

'My apologies, Lord Azimus.'

'Accepted. However, I suspect the Storm Tigers are only here in search of relics which once belonged to their homeworld's great legacy of bladesmiths.'

Resistence infuriated Han. He would not take an insult of his position and doubt of his intelligence gathering from a mere battle-company master. But he needed to control himself. He was not able to commence exterminatus on the Storm Tiger battle company without the assistance of the Blood Angels. As elite as his contingent of Grey Knights were, they were outnumbered by too many elite soldiers. One must never underestimate Space Marines. What more if they were dealing with Chaos?

'Your suspicion will be noted, Lord. But my order still stands; I require your forces planetside in 3 hours. My Grey Knights are already mobilizing further into the forest surrounding the temple the Heretics are entrenched in.'

'I shall send a strike force to assist you immediately, Lord.'

'Then I shall be awaiting your arrival, Azimus.'

And with that, the Inquisitor sliced the head of the serf cleanly with his power sword.

'Nobody tells me what to do, when I don't want to be disturbed.' he whispered to himself.

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'Heretics! All of them!'

'They are from my strike force, Han. Are you labelling me and my men heretics?'

'Not you, you dumb grox! Your strike force joined that Storm Tigers and turned on us at a crucial moment in battle!'

'Lord Chaplain Marius is a disciple of Lord Commander Roharn of the Sanguine Tears. He would never bring his crozius upon a honour brother as worthy as the Xelvarath, the Storm Tiger Captain.'

'I don't care where he comes from! The Storm Tigers, Marius and those traitors will never return to the Imperium after this heresy!'

Commander Azimus chuckled to himself. With long range communications cut-off from a warp storm, if the Inquisitor fell on battle today, nothing would be recorded. Not even the loss of Grey Knights. He relished the chance to fight against his most worthy opponent in both strategic skill and combat skill. And he knew his red-armored brothers felt the same.

'Your orders then, "Lord" ?'

'KILL THEM ALL!'

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Storm Tigers (1500) and Sanguine Tears (1500) versus Blood Angels (1500) and Daemonhunters (1500
Omega Recon
Result: Crushing Victory to the ST/ST Team

Highlights:

Inquisitor Retinue has this funky ass thing called mystic. If you deepstrike within range of it, it automatically gets to shoot at that squad. In YOUR turn. Needless to say, Faris' Terminators were taken by surprise and was gunned down fast. But managed to annihilate that Inquisitor and his retinue.
Faris' Librarian had his coronation match and coronation psychic spell! Fury of the Ancients took down a Baal from the side armor and a Landspeeder. Fantastic rolls on Faris' parts. And d3 hits is pretty awesome too.
The Librarian also took the brunt of the attack of a full 8 man DC attack. The terminator retinue for both Lysander and the Librarian was wiped out fast but Lysander and the Libby stayed alive for 4 rounds. In the end, Lysander fell but the Librarian wiped out the DC.
Shrouding is GAY. Especially with fire support from Faris which normally stays 30-48" away from the enemy to shoot them with Heavy Bolters and Lascannons, the shrouding really hinders shooting at them. Poor BA. Alternate target.
Typhoonado rocks. It dished out so many attacks, it took down another Inquisitor and his retinue in a single round of shooting. 7 models gone in one round. Excellent. I love shooting ap4 guns.
The Eversor is crazy. It got the charge on my raging DC (lemartes came in via escalation late) and slowly took them out with ease. Rending on a 4+! Insane!
Shrouding is GAY. On a Dreadnought with twin linked lascannon. You pretty much cant do much about it from far away except hide from it.

* * * *

'You need more practice, Azimus.'

'Hah! Coming from the shephard that let his flock run loose!'

'I never said I was flawless myself. But as in the Book of Sanguinius, our flaws prove that we are stronger, not weaker. And recognizing that makes us stronger than any other Chapter.'

'Well said, brother.'

'So what shall we do about this?'

Azimus nudged the lifeless Inquisitor with his boot. In his uncontrolled rage, he exposed himself to a Baal Predator and gave no mercy to him or his retinue. A single assault cannon round was all it needed to blow his body into half. Frail weakling. Such irony that weak men lead the greatest warriors of the Imperium like dogs.

'About what?' said the grinning Chaplain

'Well said, brother.' smiled Xelvarath

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The Difference between Exam Questions to Pilots and to Cabin Crew

2008-06-10T22:39:00.007+08:00

I had a First Aid class today at MAA (Msian Airlines Academy), and we learnt the basic stuff like CPR and Heimlich as the rest of the cabin crew will learn more extensively. Much more extensively I may add.

So after 2 weeks of worrying over Systems Exam which was extremely technical, we had to watch out for the way the questions are structured since a SMALL change would mean the answer would have to be totally different. So I was still in this mood when I sat for the First Aid exam at the end of the day.

I encountered this question:

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What is the correct procedure prior to performing CPR?

A. Slow Breathing into the patient's mouth with nose pinched to prevent air leaking

B. Placing both heels of your hands on the patient's chest area between the nipples and begin to perform CPR

C. Placing one heel of your hand and begin to perform CPR with your arms vertically over the patient's chest area between the nipples

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So here I was thinking; Hmmm. You need both heels of your hands on top of each other, interlocking to perform the CPR. Therefore, only 1 heel of your hand is physically on top of the person's chest. So I chose C since the 'vertically over the patient's chest area' is correct and reinforces that answer.

Then the invigilator came by and looked at that question and said 'are you REALLY sure about that?' So while I was confident with my answer, I did look left and right and noticed mine was the only one with C as the answer. Everyone else put B. So I asked the invigilator;

'Maam, does choice B mean pumping the patient with the both heels of your hand on the persons chest or on top of each other like we were taught?'

And my friend Vern (who was next to me and also happens to be the 2nd smartest guy in my group... strategic position, ladies and gentlemen! Even in exams!) exclaimed;

'Ayo... Dude... This exam is also for stewardesses and dumb gay stewards... Why you think so pusing pusing wan???'

So I agreed with his point and put B.

I got 100%.

LOL

It was also funny because before the exam, they briefed us on how to answer it on the answer sheet. If you wanna change an answer, you gotta cross out your initial choice, select your new one and write your initial to the right of the question so that its verified that it was you that made the change. We weren't stupid we said but the invigilator responded;

'Eh it may be stupid to you but its necessary to tell this, ok? Sign your OWN INITIAL. Last time had one case where a stewardess sat for the exam and changed an answer and wrote to the right of the question; "INITIAL". '

ROFLMAO

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That aside, I display my latest modelling MANterpieces!

Its original model is based off Captain Lysander of the Imperial Fist. The Storm Bolter arm is taken from a Terminator Captain model and that sweet looking 'power claw' is actually a default power fist from the Terminator boxset but I added 3 3rd Ed combat blades to it to make it look like Wolverine's claws. It fits perfectly with the character as this is for the Storm Tigers chapter. And so i call that Force Weapon, The Paw of the Godtiger. Because its a fist that can retract and extend claws. Much like a cat/tiger's paw.

This fugly little fella is my army's Snikrot. His name is Hugnzo (pronounced and named after Hanzo, Hattori). He is the leader of my small squad of Kommandos (or in my Japanese-Yakuza-From-History themed army; Ninjaghz). I had the bits to model the Kusari Kama a long time already but I always said it wont look right with only one. Then Khairul suggested the same thing and I got thinking 'one isn't too bad, actually...' Then I came up with this nasty boy. His head is fully masked and he has a cool mouthpiece on the outside of his mask. Very stylized ninja inspired from Taki's face mask in SC3. Oh. And his shirt is open like a ninja Gi put on ruggedly. Awesome piece. Cant wait to paint this guy up.

FlabKat out. Ninjagh style. POOOF!

I IZ IN YOR HAUS EATIN UR CAKEZ!

2008-06-08T01:50:00.005+08:00

So i woke up this morning like at 10... And I remembered I was supposed to have lunch with Maz today since we didn't do much on my birthday. We met up and went to Bangsar Village... Mum went off to see my uncle at Sungai Buloh and everyone else was just chillin at home... So we went to Delicious... I had the carbonara (and half of the Wagyu beef pie) then we went off to starbucks to chillz for a while... It was nice and sweet... Just the two of us talking and I'm going thru the present she gave me which is a sweet photo album/scrapbook. Then we went home since I am a lazy bastard and nothing like a good short nap after a heavy meal...

Driving up, I noticed one of our cars was parked outside. Hmmm. Odd.

Getting out and getting to the front door, I noticed some tattered blue converse shoes neatly tucked away in a corner... Hmmm. Odd.

Then I open the door and I was attacked by some hungry people which most I have not seen in ages. They used balloons and some sort of solid spray thing. It didn't hurt. It was surprising though. They attacked me so that they could go eat fast. LOL

The last time you guys threw a surprise party for me, I detected too much somehow... Too obvious. To me. I have a sharp eye for useless things that aren't supposed to be there. Light Yagami from Death Note ain't got shit on me. You guys learnt your lesson... A lot less trail marks and a better distraction. I give you guys a grade of A-!

Thanks for the surprise party guys... It was really awesome... And fun... The chopsticks game was brilliant and I was glad nobody was an asshole and had requests like; 'even numbers make out with odd numbers' or something like that... Although Maz did some LAME-ASS thing to avoid doing a handstand... But oh well... If she did, that would be obscene.

And some people would lose their appetite. Thank God that didn't happen.

I got some AWESOMENESS presents! A Warhammer Vampire Lord from Saqina, an Ork Big Mek from Khairul, chocs from Shaz and Jo, a shot glass tic tac toe set from Kishel, a kinky cat o' nine tails from Rowena and Fairuz and an absence from Faris.

And my aunties gave me money. ^^

Oh. Best birthday card evar:
Khairul: 'I IZ IN UR P@RT@Y 3@+ING UR C@K3!!!1!'
so fresh after all that 'ur a man now' and 'no more baby joe' or 'dude you still a virgin?'

The party was a lot like life. Its got its ups and downs. Maz lost her car keys and she was WAY overdue to get back. I'm proud to have friends that pulled together to support her. Sign of true friends indeed. In the end we solved the problem as best as we could and it turned out good.

I wont forget my 21st Birthday that stretched over 2 days. I'll remember it in this sequence;
1. Exam
2. First 40k game Faris won against me
3. Lunch at Delicious with maz
4. Going through the scrapbook she made for me
5. The Surprise
6. The Chopsticks
7. The Birdshit
8. The Lost Keys
9. The Keys Regained
10. The Cleaning up

Yes, I did clean up. You guys throw a party for me and i clean up... Sheesh man at least dont shoot that party spray thing! Its in the CARPET!!! Lol

Thank you all for making the 7th of June 2008 a day I will remember. I thank Allah for blessing me with great friends. Even if one of those bastards had a lame excuse for not coming (chill Faris i'm just kidding).

I'm off. Enough surprises to last me a year! *hint hint* lol

Growing Up...

2008-06-07T10:42:00.002+08:00

Yesterday was my birthday. It didn't feel like much. First half of the day I was too busy being worried about my exam to enjoy it. I did go to Sushi Groove with my family and Maz. Good food. But my dad surprisingly is quite anal about the batter of the Tempura... But I gotta agree it was a bad batter this time around... but still good.

Didn't get to have dessert at Delicious... T___T Classic Chocolate Cake... Sniff....

After that I head back, said my bye byes to Maz, packed up and went to Subang to study up... Then came the exam...

It was BITCH-ass HARD! In 100 Questions, we were prepared for like... 65? The rest was all based on lessons taught in the simulator sessions which to our demise we took the instructors comment of "Chill la, gang... Ini SURE tak keluar dalam exam..." too seriously...

Thankfully, I have enough knowledge to score 82% and pass... Phew... So much relief...

...Then they said we have 3 exams on Monday. Limitations, Weight and Balance and TCAS.

I love my life.

Lol. After that I head back, ate 2 Krispy Kreme doughnuts (considering its aged for 24 hours ++ from Sydney, its still awesome), load up my Warboxes into my car and picked up Faris and we went off to Legio Malaysia to begin our night of gaming... (skip the italics if you're not into 40k or dont want to read the batreps)
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First game; Blood Angels vs Storm Tigers 1500 Game
Army:

Blood Angels: 2 5 Men Tacticals in rhinos, 1 Furioso, 1 Dreadnought, 1 Crusader, 2 Baal Predators, 6 Death Company Marines and Lemartes

Storm Tigers: 2 5 Men Tacticals in Razorbacks, 1 Lascan Predator, 1 Land Raider, 2 5 Men Terminators, Terminator Commander, 1 Techmarine
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Game: Gamma Secure and Control 5 Loot Counters

Deployment: I chose a slightly more forested side of the map and deployed my tanks in a defensive formation with dreads hiding behind the rhinos. Faris deployed all his armor and razorbacks in a tight formation in another quarter of the table. Terminators deepstrike

Battle Report:
I chose to play a really stupid list. Just for fun to see how good walking dreads are. They suck. Lol. Drop pods are the way to go. My playing had a few flaws but mostly its the armylist itself... The dreads are too useless too many rounds... Faris on the other hand displayed great gaming prowess... His last game with me I taught him a lot of stuff by smashing his army in... He learnt his lesson well. Like a true tactician of Dorn, he kept his armored fire line dishing out all those twin linked heavy bolter shots and lascannon shots at my army. If you had to choose between shooting at the Land Raider (AV14), Predator (AV13) or Razorback (AV11), its pretty tough choice as the Land Raider obviously is powerful but if your shot fails to even glance it, its a wasted shot. Same thing with the Predator. You need a 5 on your AP roll to glance it...

I was slowly reaching his fireline and totally forgot about his terminators that was in reserve till 5th turn... Then they came in and totally screwed up my rear lines. He sandwiched my advancing armor and infantry with his gunline and terminators. Very nice move. But I was smart enough to leave behind my crusader and 1 baal in case they did that. But to our surprise, one of his terminators destroyed the crusader in the turn they deep striked in... With an Assault Cannon! He cleaned up my army afterwards but I managed to salvage some stuff. It was a fun game but as soon as the terminators came in and finished their shooting, I already knew the game was his.

Awesome work, my 40k apprentice!
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Second game; Blood Angels vs Grey Knights 1000 Game
Army:

Blood Angels: 2 5 Men Tacticals in rhinos, 6 Veterans in rhino, 2 Asscan Landspeeders, 6 Death Company Marines and Corbulo

Grey Knights: 9 Grey Knights Terminator, 1 Lascan Dreadnought, Inquisitor Lord with retinue, 2 6 men Inquisitorial Stormtroopers and an Eversor assassin
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Game: Omega Cleanse

Deployment: I chose the most heavily forested area for deployment and deployed nothing. Escalation rules. He deployed his stormtroopers, inquisitor and infiltrated his Eversor.

Battle Report:
He won the first turn roll and he took first turn. I dont know why he would do that seeing as I had nothing on the table. So quickly it progressed to his 2nd turn where he managed to bring in his Dreadnought and walked in onto the table from his quarter. In my turn only the rhino containing my veterans and a landspeeder came in. I moved up my rhino behind a forested area and waited. I deepstriked my landspeeder into the open within firing range of his inquisitor and his retinue. I blasted away at him and all his retinue died. Yay. No more plasmacannons and whatnot...

His turn 3, he failed to bring in his terminators. He had nothing to shoot at so he moved up his men abit. He moved up his inquisitor to my deepstriked landspeeder. The landspeeder got stunned in a shot of lascannon from the dreadnought. In my turn, I brought in the 2 tactical rhinos and the last landspeeder. I hid the landspeeder behind a bunch of trees but placed him in firing view of the other landspeeder. 1 rhino failed to overcharge and stalled. The other ran off to join the veteran's rhino in cover.

His turn 4, he brought in the terminators. MASSIVE SQUAD and so painful too... He destroyed the tactical rhino that stalled and promtly shot at it with storm bolters and whatnot and reduced it to 1 man... His inquisitor destroyed my landspeeder in close combat. In my turn, I brought in Corbulo and the Death company at last and placed them behind the same trees that the veteran rhino was hiding behind. It just so happens on the other side of those trees are the terminators. I overcharged and ran up my veteran rhino to flank the terminators and brought up the working tactical rhino next to corbulo and his raging buddies. My backup landspeeder raped his inquisitor with assault cannon. Instant kill for T3 guys. Sweet.

His turn 5, he moved his terminators toward my DC, corbulo and tacticals and shot at them with storm bolters. Not enough range to charge. Then I chose to make my move, I flew the DC behind the terminators, disembarked the flanked veterans, and move up the tacticals. Everyone shot assault guns and pistols (nobody died. Dang 2+/5+) and charged him from all sides. Thanks to Corbulo nearby, I got the boost I needed over the GK terminators. str 5 I 5 from every model. His Grandmaster destroyed my veteran squad except my powerfist dude since he's I 5 but I managed to dish out lots and lots of attacks. He was totally surprised when I said; "I'll roll my DC first. 24 attacks." lol. Gets them everytime. 6 Rendings and a whole lot of other attacks. He had 4 casualties from the DC alone. Then the veteran squad and tacticals did their attacks. He had a LOT of saves and none died. Then I braced myself for the attack. He hit back with str 6 force weapons on my DC and totally wiped them out. But thats all they could do. Then I had powerfists attack and I managed to wound 4 of his models. He failed the saves and I wiped them out. I massacred back into my forest which I was so fond of.

His turn 6, he moved his dreadnought into his neighbouring quarter to score and moved up his eversor. Then he charged my surviving tacticals in the forest. Luckily, he needed a 12 to reach them. When he rolled diff terrain for charging, he only got a 5. Haha. I got into my rhino in my turn and drove off.

Result: Minor victory. He and I both had 1 quarter which was not our own. He had lost 600+ points and I had lost 430

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Grey Knight Terminators are nasty. The only reason I won this time was because everyone had furious charge. If not, I'd be dead a long time ago...

After the game, I signed up with Jeff for Level 2 Membership and got meself these really sweet dice...

Then went off to a mamak to chill out with Faris to discuss TAKTIKZ till I went back and slept. And here I am. Looking back, it wasn't such a bad 21st birthday. It did feel like I was more of an adult as an after thought. Even if I had an exam, thats the life of a pilot. You cant choose when to work so you just gotta cope with it. I did that today and came out on top. Had some good games with friends and thats it. I don't need any more stuff.

Except orks. I need more ORKZ

Where the fuck is the Cargo Fire Detector?!?!

2008-06-06T02:40:00.008+08:00

"So if the APU is supplying bleed and the Engine Bleed 2 is on but Isolation valve closed, how the hell does the DUAL BLEED light come on?"
"...Lanyak saje."

So I went for simulator today and my sim partner and I ran through the checklist within 30 minutes. Record time for people that had only 3 sessions. Thing is, I couldn't find the Cargo Fire Detector panel till the session ended. Talk about false success...

Some pretty funny (though lame) acronyms that pilots use but twist it for fun but use it in similar contexts:

ABS (Automatic Brake System) - Self Explainatory

ABS (Aku Brek Sendiri) - Self Explainatory

SNY (Supernumery) - to Cadets, its a phase of our aviation education where we sit on the jumpseat in the cockpit for many flights... Minimum 15 Sectors. Its basically to observe and learn what pilots that are fully operational do.

SNY (Sit N Yawn) - instead of learning, you sit your ass on the jump seat and stone. Hence; Yawn.

Thats just two... Kinda lame... I did come up with my own though.

MH (Malaysian Hospitality) - Its not just an Airline Code... Its treating our customers as guests.

MH (Malaysian Hostility) - Its not just a Code of Conduct... Its how people treat each other on the road.

In the air and on the road? 2 different personalities? Why does it have to be so?

Anywayyyy... Here are some pictures for you guys;

Yeah we don't look busy but we are actually doing work (and NOT posing) unlike...

...These two...

The Flabkat says;
Foxtrot Uniform Charlie Kilo Six Niner, out!

Digi says I can get 50% extra credit starting today...

2008-06-03T18:42:00.001+08:00

Well, I wont hide the fact that my birthday is a few days away. But I'm not too happy about that... My Boeing 737-400 Systems exam is on that day too... And I can tell you that I am NOT ready for it... Sometimes you wish your birthday was some other time, eh? This is one of those times...

Somehow can't really get a lot of the info into my head... So I guess I better just keep at it and keep having breaks to refresh my mind...

Speaking of breaks, these are my latest works;

Storm Tigers Techmarine

Faris doesn't seem to have his army progress very well... Its not that easy painting white I admit... But I thought I'd help out and paint his Techmarine... I suppose he feels ok about it since its Metal. I'm kinda proud how it turned out. I just need some touchup washes and finish painting the Techmarine's Servo Arm...

Tigon Blackfist, Sanguine Tears' Master of the Ancients

The Lysander model is one of the best metal miniatures created by GW. The incredible amount of detail in its casting makes him worth the price. I respect the Imperial Fists and chose not to destroy the excellent fist symbols. Instead, I have some fluff made to explain why there is so much Fist heraldry on him. He's almost done... Just need to base him properly and one more run through for imperfections.

Shoota Boyz Nob Murcey Diz

Waaagh! My first Nob painted up for my Orkz. He is armed with a PowerKlaw and Bosspole. I gave him a Shoota to remind me he is the nob for a Shoota Boyz squad. In game terms he has a Slugga instead. I love painting green. As with Tigon, he just needs some touchup and basing.

Thats all for now! FlabKat out.

Grand Opening

2008-06-02T23:45:00.000+08:00

A while back, I had a blog. Then I gave it up. Then I had a new one. That closed too. And another one. And guess what? Dingdingding! It closed too! Hurray!

One of the main reasons I stopped blogging for a looong time was that my brother said something impactful to me: which was that blogging is narcissistic. Yes it is true but everyone needs a rant now and then and everyone needs to let their thoughts out to the world. Heck, Dr. Mahathir opened a blog. Are you gonna call him narcissistic? Didn't think so.

So here's my XXth time opening a blog. Hopefully I can maintain it. To kick it off, I'd explain the blogname:

The Flabby Tabby.

Waddafak? Well, it came from my dearest woman. Since I gave her a pet name (Meaty Sweetie... which to be honest isn't that flattering but I was never the type to beat around the bush... UNLESS I HAVE A CHAINSWORD!), she looked high and low for something to call me and came up with 'Flabby Tabby'. Yes, its not flattering but its quite suitable to me. I'm not a person with a nice BMI. In fact, according to the Aviation Docs, I'm GROTESQUELY OBESE. Wow. Helps self esteem a lot. But I've never ignored or denied my size.

The second word: Tabby. A LOT of people have labeled me similar to a certain animal but somehow I do find myself having traits similar to a lazy ass cat. Roaming around, fucking everything up (cats fuck other cats up), doing whatever it wants, whenever it wants providing it does not impose on its owners (or in my case, family, friends, THE LAW) and it eats a lot. Its a free-spirited being without a care in the world.

Until it gets hit by that speeding BMW that just cut your lane.

So to sum it up, I open The Flabby Tabby. It sounds like some wierd bar somewhere in dem old days like for example: The Sunken Flagon or The Smelly Cauldron. But thats cool. I would like my blog to be a bar of sorts for my friends and anyone that wants to just chill out with da koolest kats in da block.

Wow. First post and a long rant. Well, enjoy your stay at The Flabby Tabby; where everyone's just another cat waiting to get run over by that speeding BMW...

...That just cut your lane.