Nuts & Bolts

"This is why~"
Tuesday, July 31, 2007

*Collin changes the channel on the radio*

"... this is why, this is why, this is why, this is why I'm hot~"

Collin: Oh yea man. This is awesome. *starts bobbing head up and down to the beat of the song*
Me: *Irritated* .... Collin.
Collin: What? Awesome shit weh.
Me: Oh God.

Collin is a fucktard.

Kthxbai.

Given a certain level of thought byAdam Dewind at 10:26 PM 0 comment(s)  

[Insert Witty Title Here]
Sunday, July 29, 2007

How does one react to a picture of a naked woman?
Or better...
How does one react to a naked woman?

Does one take a glance, then calmly look away to show courtesy?
Does one stare quietly?
No. Oh so definitely no.
There's only one way.
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*Gillian secretly reacts this way (in her mind) even when she sees a dressed woman. Really. Right or not Gillian?

Given a certain level of thought byAdam Dewind at 8:40 PM 2 comment(s)  

mmmLunch.
Saturday, July 28, 2007

Hanaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.
It's been a long while since I last saw you. And frankly, it's been too long :(
Aliff and I are inviting you out for lunch. Sometime, somewhere.
Miss you la :/
Your crazy deeds. You know, slapping Aliff everytime you laugh. Those stupid sounds you'd make. And... your never ending eye-rolling =___="

So what say you? Call us sometime, or just post a comment on either one of our blogs.
(Comment yea, not small messages in that cbox on the right :P)

We'll be waiting~~~
P.S: Check out Aliff's blog too.

Given a certain level of thought byAdam Dewind at 11:43 PM 0 comment(s)  

Reminder.

Overall grades, broken down to percentage:
HD: 11.76%
DI: 47.06%
CR: 29.41%
PS: 11.76%
Cumulative percentage: 99.99%
Grade point average: 5.59 over 7.

Full scholarship requirement: 6 or more Grade point average.
Reminder to self: Not good enough. Step it up.

Stop getting distracted.

Given a certain level of thought byAdam Dewind at 1:58 PM 0 comment(s)  

Sacrifice.
Friday, July 27, 2007

Someone shared something interesting with me today.

Sacrifice is giving up something good, for something better.

Yea, I see the truth in it.
Though, nothing is ever as easy as words make them out to be. See the truth in my words?

Given a certain level of thought byAdam Dewind at 10:04 PM 0 comment(s)  

An Interesting Outcome.

Well well. My results are out.
To say the least, I am pleased with them. I could've done better on one subject, but it's over and done with. Naught else I can do about it...

Naught else but smile.

Given a certain level of thought byAdam Dewind at 9:41 PM 0 comment(s)  

Past Midnight.

It's 12:41AM.
Results for last semester's subjects are to be announced today.
Not feeling the least bit worried =____________=

Whatever will be, will be.

Given a certain level of thought byAdam Dewind at 12:41 AM 0 comment(s)  

#41
Thursday, July 26, 2007

Omg omg omg post number 41. Lawl. I should be posting the lyrics of "#41" by Dave Matthews... but that's been done with.

Dangit.

Well... instead, I'll just finish this post with a great, big...

ITCHY NIPPLES HUZZAAAAAAAAAAH

Given a certain level of thought byAdam Dewind at 10:40 PM 0 comment(s)  

#40
Wednesday, July 25, 2007

As I sat quietly in my car, gazing on to the field of which I was parked next to... I couldn't help but notice a few children running about, playing with one another.
It was then that I began to reminisce on my own childhood, and soon enough I developed a comparison of how I am today with how I was then.

There was an innocence in every single one of us. While I may not speak for all, I'm fairly certain that as it is now, the majority of us have lost all that innocence.
As a child, it was normal for us to take risks. We'd run here and there, do things no self-respecting person would, and put ourselves in dangerous positions - unknowingly.
As we aged, that innocence - the very thing that made us do everything we did - began to diminish. Comparatively, we no longer put ourselves in such situations. Situations where we were bound to get hurt - physically or emotionally. There's a certain level of caution around all of us, something that never was there.
Back then, we could fall off a tree and cry our hearts out for what seemed ages. But when the time came, there we were - climbing that tree again. Despite the pain and frustration with going through difficult times, we still put ourselves through it.
We'd fall, but we'd never forget to pick ourselves up and move on. That's where we developed whatever strength we have now.

I miss those times. Things weren't so complicated then. Even though at some point or another - in one way or another - we'd have the troubles of the world on our backs. But we always learned to look past the troubles and work things out. Because none of us liked the feeling of being tied down by anything.

Relationships - whether romantic or not - were so simple. As friends, we could argue with one another to the point where our feelings would be crushed, and we'd be thrown into a certain level of despair. Even so, we'd just shrug it off the next day. We'd apologize, and we'd go back to being friends like nothing ever happened.
We could say whatever we wanted to each other. At the end of the day, it'll all come back to be alright.
We can't do the same now, can we? Everyday, we spend our time with friends. And everyday, we're watching our words, our actions - we know that one wrong turn could end up in broken relations. As much as we want to, for the most part... we're all constrained from pouring our hearts and minds out to anyone, one way or another. And when we do go overboard by accident, why is it so hard for our companions to look past what we've done, and go on being our friends?
Where did we lose the ability to look past the misdeeds of a companion, and go on with our lives? Where did we lose that level of understanding?
Why did we lose it?

Life was so simple then. But most of us were in a rush to grow up, and move on to brighter paths. What none of us expected was for it to be so much harder than it was portrayed to be.
I often joke with Aliff about being a 5 or 6 year old, mentally. In some ways, yea... I am rather childish.
But the truth is that I'm far more mature than I give myself credit for. All of us are, whether we realize it or not.
I guess, maturity didn't turn out as well as I'd hoped it to be, for myself.
Would you say the same for your own?


*Seems like I'm coming up with a lot of these posts. Blame the car. I often go into deep thought when I'm driving or just sitting in it. Meh.
**I don't speak for everyone. Childhood is different for many, but I believe I touched on matters which most of us (if not all) have gone through.

Given a certain level of thought byAdam Dewind at 4:20 PM 1 comment(s)  

3rd Life.
Monday, July 23, 2007

Drove out today. And this happens:-


Yerp. It was raining, and the road was wet. I was driving at a reasonable speed, till I hit a fairly small hole on the bridge, which was filled with water. All of a sudden, my car spun.

Two seconds later (Maybe it was this long, moved to fast for me to tell), my car was parked on the wrong side of the road, with my side mirror and the barrier of the bridge merely five inches apart.
A little faster... and I would've gone overboard, and onto the highway below.
It's a lucky thing that there were no cars on the opposing lane at the time. If there were, I'd likely be in some hospital now. Or worse? In some cemetery.

But I'm not dead yet. Like all cats, I have nine lives. I still have six to go, so you're all gonna be stuck with me for a little longer. Huzzah.

As scary as the ordeal was, I didn't feel terrified. In fact, I was as calm as I am now. I remember the guy that stopped to help me. He came tapping on my window, and when he was sure I was fine, he asked "Why are you smiling?"

I'd like to know the answer too. Looking back on it, I still don't feel anything. And I'm still wondering what made me smile when truthfully, I was fairly close to death.
My fascination with death kicking up again?

Given a certain level of thought byAdam Dewind at 10:29 PM 0 comment(s)  

My IQ.

Yea, tell me something new.

Haha xD Just another Internet IQ test that I did for fun. Net IQ tests are never reliable =_="

Given a certain level of thought byAdam Dewind at 10:25 PM 0 comment(s)  

Round 2.
Sunday, July 22, 2007

Given a certain level of thought byAdam Dewind at 12:41 PM 0 comment(s)  

Seconds to Sundown.
Saturday, July 21, 2007

Chapter 2

The silence of the street was broken by the sound of cars honking, as one car swerved to avoid another.

“What the fuck was that??” yelled Joshua over all the commotion, his hands gripping tightly against the dashboard of the car. “What the fuck are you doing?? Dreaming?!”

The car was back on track, having slowed down to a steady pace. The same couldn’t be said for Adam’s heart – it was beating fast, pumping blood through his body at an unimaginable speed. “S-s-sorry,” he stuttered, “My thoughts wandered too far,”

“You could have killed us both! You almost slammed into that bloody car!”

“I said I was sorry, okay??”

“Son of a…”

“… You want to finish that fucking sentence, Josh??” yelled Adam.

Not a word was spoken for the next five minutes. Things were tense - a near fatal accident would do that to anyone. Joshua took a few deep breaths, calming himself down as he did. Adam drove on, his eyes focused hard on the road before him, his hands firmly placed on the steering wheel.

Joshua turned his gaze to Adam’s hands – they were shaking. After what seemed ages, he broke the silence.

“… It’s not like you to be this way. Not when you’re driving.”

Adam’s lips remained sealed.

Joshua ignored his friend’s silence, “We’ve known each other for years. I’d know when something was wrong with you.”

“…”

“… What’s wrong Adam?”

“… Nothing’s wrong. I just lost focus. Tired… that’s all.”

“…”

The silence returned – keeping them company for the remainder of their journey.

***

Adam walked into the Department of Student Affairs, his heavy bag slung over his shoulder. He set his bag down on the nearest table, pulled out his laptop and began working on an assignment which he had due. It was 3pm, but there was no one but himself in the DSA. The quiet was weird, disturbing. It was almost deafening.

He continued on with his work, ignoring the silence which accompanied him then. All was well. He had only typed out a few words, when a familiar voice called from behind.

“Adam!”

He turned to find his friend – Marissa, a sweet looking 18 year old – skipping toward him. She gave him a tight hug, and then sat next to him, staring at the screen of his laptop. “What’re you doing?” she asked.

He saved his work, and dully turned of his laptop. “Just working on an assignment,”

Reaching into his pockets, he pulled out some coins. Walking over to one part of the room, he looked to her and gave her a simple smile…

“Care for some foosball?”

***

Fairly simple. The earlier chapters will be rather dull, as it is merely a setup for things to come.

Given a certain level of thought byAdam Dewind at 11:40 PM 0 comment(s)  

Clarity.

Last night, after typing out my last blog post... I got to thinking. I had a lot run through my mind, and all in all it was a pleasant experience. My memory is rather fuzzy right now, but I'm going to try my best to share with you here, what I came to understand last night.

Before setting to bed last night, I went out again. A slow, solemn drive... back down to Damansara. Although there was barely any light to illuminate my surroundings, I saw many things. Things that I never noticed before.
For 10 years now, I have spent almost everyday travelling down that same road. The one real connection between my home, to my friends and my education. To the bigger parts of my life. And all the while, I never took the time to look at anything else but the road.
Last night, I saw trees. Trees so large, they must've been there for at least 20 years. Some full of leaves, other withered and old - with nothing more but large nests keeping them company.
I saw hills. Lush, green, almost untouched. I watched carefully as the mist rolled off their shoulders, and into the deeper parts of the night.
I saw the clouds that covered the sky. Throughout the darkest of night, I still managed to see the outline - so clear. You would've thought that the moon was out. But it wasn't.


So much to see. All in one short journey. One short journey which I've lived half my life through. They were always there. All of it.
I just never took the time to notice any of them. I was too busy moving. Too busy trying to get where I wanted to go.
I took all of it for granted. I couldn't appreciate the simple beauty that accompanied me all this while.

Till last night.


It's acceptable, for that which is always with us... may it be family, friends, the Sun, or even the very air we breathe - it's easy to forget that it's always there. And what it means to us.
It may take the loss of something so important to make us realize that we should have shown more appreciation for it. Or it may just take a moment of clarity.

We're not to blame. Taking things for granted is something that's in every single one of us - it's just a matter of realizing this, and overcoming it. We may not truly know it, but it happens. To us? To those we love and care for? Or to the simple things in life?


And what if we realize it too late? What if... we end up losing that which we never knew we needed so much?

What then?

We can wallow in our own sense of despair. Or we can move on, and strive for a better tomorrow.
We're allowed our moments. We're allowed to fall.
But we've got to remember to get back up, dust ourselves off, and make sure we don't make the same mistake.
This may not make sense to some of you, but... There will always be a little light, even in the darkest of rooms.
And if we ever get consumed by our emotions, it's always comforting to know that we'll have people with us, waiting to put a smile on our faces. As long as we don't push them away, we'll all grow to be much stronger people.


It took me a while, but I realize now that I really do love her. Though, not in a romantic sense. I've come to realize that I'm not in love with her. No, not at all.
What was it then? I guess... I was stuck in a moment, in a state of mind. How do I explain it?
I care for her more than I would anyone else, but that's as far as it goes. I guess, in a way... I was being selfish. I wanted to take care of someone, to cover up my own insecurities. And it just so happens that she was there.
At least now, I'm no longer fighting confusion over my feelings for her. At least now... I know. And if I am to take care of her, or anyone for that matter... it'll only be for them, not me.




The quoted sentences are lines from the song #41, from which my moment of clarity was inspired with.

Given a certain level of thought byAdam Dewind at 1:27 PM 0 comment(s)  

The Drive Home.

As I type this, I can't help but notice the time. 2:52AM.
I should be asleep.

Soon, I hope.

Yesterday (to be more precise: a few hours back), friends and I gathered for dinner at Yuen's Steamboat Buffet Restaurant in Sunway, just because. It was a a fairly good time, all fourteen of us seated together in two tables. The ones that came were Thilagan, Nohshini, Aliff, Kimberley, Charlene, Ronald, Gillian, Victor, Ila, Carla, Collin, Amir and Yip. Aside from Carla, everyone else was definitely a familiar face. Spent the night eating to our heart's content, and at the same time doing what we do best when we're with each other: insulting one another. Haha.

Unfortunately, five of our close friends weren't able to make it: them being Jason, Fidi, Kumar, Weng Chi and Izan. Another time, possibly.

For the life of me, I have never seen such erratic behaviour among restaurant patrons. Whenever this certain chicken dish came in, patrons would rush to the tray and practically hussle with one another to get their hands on some chicken! You'd think that these people are trying chicken for the first time. Then again, Malaysians will be Malaysians. Decency isn't really a true part of our vocabulary now, is it?

Shut up and agree.

Well then. The dinner went on, and at one point we forced Victor to down a cup of... Godknowswhat. He took it in three sips =_= You're supposed to bloody down it damnit. The last time we went for it (Yea, Victor wasn't there. But still.) I had to down a 3/4 cup of CHILLI. Bloody fucking hell. I had stomach problems for one week following that ordeal. You should count yourself lucky :<

The end came, and soon enough we were all going our separate ways. Thilagan, Amir, Collin, Charlene and myself made for Ol' Skool, a pub in Jalan Gasing - where we hoped to sit, drink and enjoy some live music. Unfortunately, the pub was packed. I couldn't move around without brushing against some lady's boobs. Or some guy's.

*shudder*

Then we moved on to Waikiki. Packed again. God-bloody-bless. Friday night, what did we expect? Getting a little annoyed, we moved on to Duke's Tavern, a pub in Duta Vista - where a blues band was playing for the night :D

Info!: I'm a jazz/blues fan.

We settled in, ordered a jug of beer and spent a good hour and a half just sitting back, drinking and listening to music. Funny thing is, we hardly said a word to one another. All just sitting quietly...

I have to say, it was at this very moment that I felt something I hadn't felt in such a long time. I felt calm and collected. And with just the quiet company of my three close friends - Amir, Thilagan and Collin - along with the ever-lovely Charlene Marie Samuel, I completely forgot about everything that had been troubling me for the past few weeks. Understand that it wasn't the alcohol that made me feel so relaxed. Rather, it was the ambiance, the company, and the silence between us that made me feel this way. One realizes then that you don't have to say a word: your friends will still be there with you. And I guess that's all that really matters eh? I may not open up to them as much as I'd like to, but it doesn't change the fact that I'm forever grateful that they're there nonetheless.

Loved the feeling.

Soon after, Thilagan had to go back... So we made our way home. I dropped Thilagan off first, then sent Charlene and Amir back. Let me tell you something: the drive home was smooth, and ever so calming. This is why I love driving. :)

I need to go out like this again. Sit in a pub, listen to some live blues/jazz/rock, and just have one chilled mug of beer in hand. And when I do this, Thily, Amir and Collin definitely have to be there with me. Gosh it felt good.

It's 3:24AM now. Took me more than twenty minutes to get from the start to here. Interesting. Of course, I've taken much longer to blog. But that's beside the point.

I'm pretty much done editing chapter three of my fiction. I'll likely post it up tonight, if I come online :)

Till then, here's a raise of an imaginary glass: To the people that matter most. Keep them close, and never stop showing your appreciation for them. Cheers.

Given a certain level of thought byAdam Dewind at 2:51 AM 0 comment(s)  

Omfg.
Thursday, July 19, 2007

Today, after throwing my phone against the wall, and then sending an SMS and making a phone call with it barely minutes later... I have come to the conclusion that:-

MY HANDPHONE IS WALLPROOF.

Yes really. Let it be known that the Motorola V975 is suitable for use within Army operations and can withstand enormous trashing. I am so lucky.

Given a certain level of thought byAdam Dewind at 10:56 PM 0 comment(s)  

Roffle Waffles.

Damnit. Dave Matthews Band makes me emo :(
Haw haw haw!

Hmmm. Interesting the way our song choices work.
Dave Matthews Band makes me emo (yes, I've established that in the first line)
Kanye West makes me feel content with myself.
Matchbox Twenty makes me feel three different types of emotions: Being content with myself, being a little emo, and also a little love-struck. Haha?
Rage Against the Machine just makes me want to dunk someone's head into a toilet bowl. Preferably Aliff's.
And then there's Maliq & D'Essentials. Basically, they make me feel goooooood. And a little horny. But gooooooood nonetheless. Haw haw haw!

Now, about that dunking-Aliff's-head-into-the-toilet-bowl-thing...

>_>;;

Life Lesson #755: Pay attention when you're driving!
Moving a little slow on a road, I accidentally popped my car from 4th gear into 1st. I thought I was on 2nd gear. In doing so, I made my car jerk a lot, and the engine was ferocious. Like a tiger.

Actually, make it like a constipated tiger. D:
And suddenly my head is filled with the image of a tiger relieving itself in some toilet. Goddamnit .___."

Because I'm so awesome, here's a related picture for you.



Okay yea, the only related part was the fact that it was in a toilet. So sue me. Sheesh.

Given a certain level of thought byAdam Dewind at 8:49 PM 0 comment(s)  

#31

Yea, I've decided.
I've given and given, and on your part: it's just take, take.
I talked this out with some people, and as much as it pains me to do so...
Even though what I'm about to do might ruin everything...
I just have to go on with it.

I'm no longer gonna be there for you. Not till you realize that you're doing it again. As harsh as it is, I'm leaving you to your devices. I'm leaving you to face your own problems, without me standing next to you for support.

This is one of the hardest things I'll ever have to do with you. But it's necessary.
I just hope you come to understand the true lesson involved.

Given a certain level of thought byAdam Dewind at 12:19 AM 0 comment(s)  

"Hello? There's a..."
Wednesday, July 18, 2007

"... bomb on campus."

HAHAHAHAHAHA. OhmyTuhan. That's what I heard from Yip and Amir. There was a bomb scare in college. Talk about hilarious.
Apparently, students had to be evacuated out of college. That's as far as I know.

Why is this funny? Below, I list the Reasons You Should've Just Went On With Your Day.

Reason Numero Uno!: Who the hell wants to bomb HELP? Osama? Those guys involved with the Bali Bombing? Taylor's College?? ROFL.

Reason Numero Dos!: If someone wanted to bomb HELP so much, why would they call you and tell you that there was a bomb there? And in case any idiots are wondering, if it might've been a concerned citizen... well here's the truth: MALAYSIA WHERE GOT CONCERNED CITIZEN?? Idiots.

Reason Numero Tres!: Who says the Malaysian bomb squad is any good? They'd walk in, then come out with a "No bomb no bomb" remark, then hide their faces two minutes later when the whole college goes up in flames.

Hahaha. Daaaaamn.

Unless the supposed bomb was....
... a floppy disk bomb. Like the ones I taught readers to make in my old blog.

O_O Oh noez.

When I first heard about this, the first thing that came to mind was... Fidi.
Here's the scenario I was inspired with:-
***

Fidi runs down the corridor, his body drenched in sweat, his eyes filled with a sense of urgency that many would find hard to describe. As he ran down, he screamed at the top of his lungs, warning everyone within earshot...

"Bomb! Bomb!!!", he cried, stopping once to catch his breath, "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOMBBB!!!!!"

Rushing forth wildly, he bumped hard into Gillian, a friend of his. She caught her breath, "What's wrong with you Fidi??"

He paused for a moment. Stuttering, he placed his hands on her shoulders, "Gillian, got no time... no time! Do it now Gill, do it now!!!"

She looked on with confused eyes, "Do what??"

"Call your parents!! Tell them you love them!!! BOMB!!!! We're all gonna die!!! ALL GONNA DIEEE!!!! Tell your mommy and your daddy and your auntie and your uncle and your great great grand daughter that you love them!!! TELL THEM BEFORE IT'S TOO LATE!!!!"

He shouted at the top of his lungs, for one last time... "BOOOOOOOOOOOOMB!!!!!"
Then he turned to Gillian, "Eh, is that a lollipop? Can I have one?", then skipped off to the DSA with a smile on his face.

***

Fidi... you're such an ass, you know that?

Given a certain level of thought byAdam Dewind at 10:24 PM 0 comment(s)  

Me.

Read this through Hanah's blog. Decided to give it a try, just because I had nothing better to do.

You Are An ISFJ

The Nurturer You have a strong need to belong, and you very loyal. A good listener, you excel at helping others in practical ways. In your spare time, you enjoy engaging your senses through art, cooking, and music. You find it easy to be devoted to one person, who you do special things for. In love, you express your emotions through actions. Taking care of someone is how you love them. And you do it well! At work, you do well in a structured environment. You complete tasks well and on time. You would make a good interior designer, chef, or child psychologist. How you see yourself: Competent, dependable, and detail oriented When other people don't get you, they see you as: Boring, dominant, and stuck in a rut

Interesting. There are somethings in here which I feel are true of myself. And then there are other things in here that I can't say for sure. I guess only my friends can confirm this. Ahaha.

Given a certain level of thought byAdam Dewind at 2:24 PM 0 comment(s)  

#Twenty-something.

Was thinking of going down to college today.
But then... meh.

I couldn't sleep last night. Yea yea, I have insomnia. I know. 3 to 5 hours of sleep everyday. Gosh.
Suddenly realize Weng Chi and I are very similar.

Meh.

And now I'm tired as hell. Ever get that feeling when you're sleepy as hell, but you just can't fall asleep? Yea, that's what I've been getting these past few days. Damnit brain! Make up your... erm... self!!! I mean. Erm.

Gosh I have no idea what I'm trying to get at.

Anyway. Classes will be starting in two weeks time. Can't wait for it? Well... I guess on one end, I'm looking forward to it. On another...

Haha.

Something seems to be missing in my life right now. But I have no idea what.
Money? Family? Companionship? Bahh I wish I knew. I miss Kimberley and Fidi .___. Random, but yea.
Gonna post something a little more light hearted later.

Huzzah.

Given a certain level of thought byAdam Dewind at 12:44 PM 0 comment(s)  

Blast.
Monday, July 16, 2007

It's funny how what seems so trivial can turn me into a walking time bomb.

Something happened today, and it pissed me off. Last year I would've just shrugged it off and continued laughing throughout the day.
But no. Today I was seriously pissed.

I was so angry, that when I was driving home from Subang, I had my foot all the way down on the accelerator. And the best part is, I didn't realize it till I neared the Rawang exit.

I had been travelling at 180km/h throughout the whole journey.
I made it home from Subang in a record 5 minutes.

Anyone who knows me well enough would know that I'm one of the slowest drivers around. Yea, I dislike speeding. I like to take my time and enjoy the drive. Not this time eh. Driving at 180km/h, hardly paying any attention to the road, and my thoughts completely on a fairly small matter, by all standards.

Subconscious driving = win.

I really need to learn to control my anger. Or at least find a healthy way of releasing it. Years of pent up rage is starting to get to my head.

Given a certain level of thought byAdam Dewind at 8:37 PM 0 comment(s)  

An Unlikely Battle
Sunday, July 15, 2007

Transformers the Movie has been showing in the cinemas for about two weeks now. All in all, the movie is alright. CG effects were very good, but that's about it. Nothing much can be said of the storyline, and the acting was just... meh.

I wasn't disappointed though. But that's because my expectations for the movie was fairly low.

Now, for any of you that have watched the movie... I'm sure one question has lingered on in your mind. Yes ladies and gentlemen, it's the age old question.

Who would win in a fight? Optimus Prime, or....

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.... Cheah Weng Chi? *gasp* D:


This is what I'd imagine the scenario to be:-

Optimus: This has gone on long enough. It ends here, now... Weng Chi.
Wengz: Hah?? Mahai what you talking about? Diu.
Optimus: At the end of this battle, one will remain standing... the other will fall.
Wengz: Weh FUCK YOU. Can start fight now or not? Stupid fuck keep talking. Niaseng.

*Optimus steps on Weng Chi*

*Silence*

*Optimus walks away*

*...*

Wengz: Chaohai like that only ah. Fuck step step. No balls ah?? Mahai damn weak la you.
Optimus: What in the name of Cybertron....
Wengz: Now you see la! Fucker dirty my Crumpler bag. Bloody ass----

*Weng Chi hits Optimus with his steering lock*

*Optimus falls*

*Weng Chi sumbats the steering lock into Optimus' chest*

*Optimus dies while struggling to pull the steering lock out*

*Bumblebee, Jazz, Ironhide and Ratchet come to help, only to find Optimus lying on the ground, his spark gone.*

Wengz: What stare stare? Apa lancau?? Mahai. Go away la!

Winner: Cheah Weng Chi

Given a certain level of thought byAdam Dewind at 10:20 PM 1 comment(s)  

Family Business.
Saturday, July 14, 2007

This song is one of my all time favourites. It's up in the top 5, with other songs like #41 and Hadirmu.
Just thought I'd share the lyrics with you. Woohoo Kanye xD

Given a certain level of thought byAdam Dewind at 10:15 PM 0 comment(s)  

Huzzah.
Friday, July 13, 2007

How do you measure the worth of a friend?

It may be months since you last had contact with that someone, but when you finally meet up with him/her again... you greet and talk to each other like you just spoke to one another one hour ago.

You think of all the things you're gonna talk about with him/her before you meet, just to make sure your meeting doesn't take a dull turn. But when it comes down to it, you realize that you don't even have to say a single word - the moment stays ever lively, even if both of you kept your backs to each other and had your lips sealed.

They judge you not by who you know.
Not by what you own.
Not by what you've done.

They judge you for who you are. Who they see you as.
And the funny thing is, their perception and judgement of you will always be the most accurate.

No, you can never measure the worth of a friend.
But there are certain things that these people do; certain things that these people make you do.

Certain things that tell you that you have a true friend.

Many things may be going wrong around you. But it's always important to remember that there are still things that are doing alright.
It's only human nature to forget, and to have their thoughts focused on the negative.
That's why we have other people to remind us about the positives.

Life isn't all that bad.

*This post is mixed and messed up >_>*

Given a certain level of thought byAdam Dewind at 11:14 PM 0 comment(s)  

This is just a feeling.
Monday, July 9, 2007

Have you ever felt like you've spent too much time with some people?
Have you ever felt like it was time you took some time off from seeing them?

I have. In fact, I'm feeling it now.
Someone told me during the wee morning hours of Saturday that it's alright to feel that way.
Because it's true.

Absence makes the heart grow fond.
Familiarity breeds contempt.
I've got to draw a line somewhere between the two. Then maybe it'll make things better.
Someone else asked me why I wanted to do this. She went through it, and now she says she's lost her good friends.
I can understand why, to a certain extent. If I decide to take this break - will the people who I used to be with accept me when I come back from the break? Will things be the same as I had left them? Or will I just come back to them, only to be further apart?

Hmm. I don't know. All in all, it's a risk. Should I? Never been much of a risk taker.
Weng Chi used to tell me that life is a huge gamble. I guess it's time I placed a bet or two.

Here goes nothing.

Given a certain level of thought byAdam Dewind at 1:51 AM 0 comment(s)  

Bob?
Saturday, July 7, 2007

... I want an Oreo.

Seriously.

Given a certain level of thought byAdam Dewind at 10:21 PM 0 comment(s)  

Tagged.

Tagged by Gillian. Hmm.

My Perfect Lover (Cheesy? Indeed.)
RULES:
1. The tag victim has to come up with 8 different points about his/her perfect lover.
2. Have to mention the gender of his/her perfect lover.
3. Tag eight other victims to join this game and leave a comment on their blog.
4. If you are tagged the second time, there is NO need to do this again.
5. Lastly, and most importantly, HAVE FUN DOING IT.

Rules? Haha.

1- She should be shorter than me. I'm afraid of people who're taller than me. :(
2- She should share my interests in music, or at least tolerate what I listen to.
3- I'd like her to be manja with me xD Haha.
4- She must be able to mix and mingle with my group of friends. If she can't... then she's not the right one.
5- She shouldn't be too materialistic.
6- She has to be tolerative of my gaming obsessions >_>
7- She should be able to laugh at herself (taking a joke or two about her).
8- She shouldn't have to try hard to be perfect, because she's already perfect in my eyes :D


I have an extra one. It's the core aspect of my "perfect" lover.

9- She's got to have a beautiful smile.

Haha. That's about it. Now, who should I tag? Well, aside from those that Gillian has already tagged...
- Azam. Bitch do it. Just for laughs. Nut.
- Collin. Bitch. Do it. Just for laughs and shits. Portuguese nut.
- Guna. Basket. Do it. Post in the comments section or something. Lol.
- Syazna D: Please? @_@

That's about it.
Working on chapter 2. Quite a long one, lots of dialogue >_<

Given a certain level of thought byAdam Dewind at 8:52 PM 0 comment(s)  

#41
Thursday, July 5, 2007

This is a song which I've always liked, and as of late... has grown to be one which I keep in my heart. It's a song by the Dave Matthews Band, and it's a beautifully written song.

It's meaning is whatever you want it to be, whatever you perceive it to be, whatever you can relate to.
Personally, to me... it's always been about how things change, when they aren't supposed to.

When you don't want them to.

Given a certain level of thought byAdam Dewind at 11:17 PM 0 comment(s)  

Crash & Burn.

I was just sitting in Mr Loh's office when suddenly I was bombarded with images of my whole family dying in a car accident.

Odd. I spent the better part of the day trying to think of something else. Seemed like the more I tried, the more realistic these images became.
I know better though. It's just my mind playing tricks on me. Like it always has.

I've become a little too obsessed with death -_-"

Given a certain level of thought byAdam Dewind at 9:33 PM 0 comment(s)  

Ethereal Reborn.

Because registering an account for Trickster Online is impossible (read my previous post to find out why), I have decided to start playing Ragnarok Online again!!

The server which I was on last time is opening a WHOLE new server. Basically, when it opens this Saturday, every single player will be very much the same. Levels, equipments... Heh heh heh. Less competition!

I am very eager to start. Getting into a fresh server reminds me of the time when I first started playing on Malaysian Ragnarok Online - there were, at any given time, at most: 60 people. Fun!
Hope to find a guild for myself and get close to some new online friends.

To everyone: after Saturday, don't expect me to be online much. :)
A colourful online game!



I just love this image haha.

Given a certain level of thought byAdam Dewind at 7:07 PM 0 comment(s)  

"Connection has timed out". Oh stfu Internet.

Downloaded Trickster Online.
Can't play because I can't register. Connection keeps resetting when sending the information to the damn Trickster site.

Serious wtf-ness.

Adam wants an online game to play. One that is colourful, and mind bogglingly cute. Why? Because Adam is tired of serious FPS games. Adam just wants to have fun. Adam wants to laugh and poke at cute little monsters that can kill him with one hit. And then when these cute little monsters actually do kill him with one hit...

... Adam is going to run around in circles using the many emotes that the game has to offer.
Why?

Because it's FUN.



By the way... Adam just had tea. Explains a lot, eh?
Actually, no. :)

Given a certain level of thought byAdam Dewind at 12:15 AM 0 comment(s)  

Games of the past.
Wednesday, July 4, 2007

Was reminiscing of the games I used to play.
Anyone remember Pokemon Red, Blue and Yellow for the Gameboy??

I actually liked these games.

Exploring. Catching pokemon, training them, battling opponents. Winning the game. Then replaying it just to catch (and win the game with) different pokemon.

Remember when you would throw the pokeball, and you'd fail at capturing the pokemon?? Man... tough times.
Have you ever wondered what happens when you fail? No... you don't fail because the pokeball missed the pokemon.

You fail because...



... Sorry Pikachu. :(

Given a certain level of thought byAdam Dewind at 8:13 PM 0 comment(s)  

7-7-07
Tuesday, July 3, 2007

I couldn't use the same poster from last year without editing it >:P
Yip! Watch out.

Given a certain level of thought byAdam Dewind at 10:02 PM 1 comment(s)  

Seconds to Sundown.
Monday, July 2, 2007

The next update in my personal fiction. Please note that all names used are purely fictional, and does not relate to any person in real life.

“I’m home,”

“Mommy, Adam’s home,” yelled a young girl.

“Where’s mother?” asked Adam, as he set his bag on the floor. “In the kitchen,” came the reply. Adam made his way to the kitchen, placing his taking off his watch and glasses as he did so. He found his mother in the kitchen, cutting half a watermelon into a large bowl.

Adam looked around, searching. “Where’s dinner?”

“I didn’t cook any for you,”

“But I told you I was having dinner at home tonight,”

“I didn’t feel like cooking for you. Go out and buy your own food,”

“You haven’t given me my pocket money…”

“I don’t have any money now. Wait till your father gets home tomorrow evening.”

Realizing that he could get no more from his mother for the night, Adam quietly walked over to the fridge, hoping to find something to eat. “I haven’t eaten since yesterday, and that was lunch,” he thought to himself. Unfortunately, he found the fridge empty – not even an apple to fill his growling stomach. He looked over to his mother – who was still cutting up the watermelon – he wondered if that was for him. “Haven’t had watermelon in a while,” he remarked.

His mother continued with what she was doing, and gave him a cold reply, “It’s not for you. So don’t think you’re getting any,”

He kept his eyes on the watermelon, his thoughts on his empty stomach and hand on his empty wallet. There wasn’t anything he could do now – tonight he would go to bed with the same feeling that accompanied him almost every night: hunger. Although he had gotten used to it, it didn’t change the fact that it was difficult to go through. Everyday it was the same: he would come home, and his mother would always give him the cold shoulder. In his own home, Adam was unwanted.

He dragged himself to his room. Lying on his bed, he could think of nothing more to do but turn his laptop on, and get on the Internet to chat with his friends. It seemed like they were the only ones he really had now, the only ones he could really depend on. But it was just his luck…

None of his close friends were online. Not wanting to wait around, he turned off his laptop, and pushed himself to sleep. And all the while, he thought to himself… “Maybe tomorrow I won’t be an outsider in my own home. Maybe tomorrow I’ll be family again.”

Wishful thinking.

***

Is this still too short? Meh. I've decided to add links to posts which have the fiction's updates. You can find them on the side.

Woot xD

Given a certain level of thought byAdam Dewind at 1:24 PM 0 comment(s)  

Seconds to Sundown.
Sunday, July 1, 2007

As some of you may know, I was fairly active in writing, constantly pushing myself to create stories that told of many things.
I've been on a terribly long break from it, and frankly I fear whatever possible "talent" I had before has gone up and left. Frightening prospect! Especially since I truly enjoyed putting myself in the position of a story teller - my every word dictating the universe of which I had created.

Even though I've not done it in so long, I have had many different stories come and go through my mind. However, one particular story has been stuck in my mind for the better part of these past few months. Which is what this post is generally about - I have decided to write it out, and post it here.

I have everything thought out - the beginning, the end, the journey between these two points in time. And I will post them here, part by part - I don't know if any of you will enjoy it. If it's not your type (or if my writing style is just not up to your standards, which is highly possible), then you can just skip these posts - all will be titled appropriately to inform you of its content.

I hope you will take the time to post comments (if you read the story), and give me tips on how I should improve myself, so that I may use them in the coming updates. Praise is welcome too >_> (Haha.)

Enjoy :P

At long last, he felt it. He had found the one thing he wanted; the one thing he needed. He clenched his fists, then… sorely held his hands over his chest, as his heart pounded. Fatigue overran his body – his legs were heavy, his head light and spinning.

He took a few steps forward, tossing his bag to the ground, his video camera held tight in his hands. And when it was turned on, he looked back at the beautiful sight before him.

The search was over.

He took a moment for himself, a moment to remember what he went through to get here; to remind him why he needed to be here. He gave a deep sigh…

… And with a smile on his face, whispered softly…

“… Sundown,”

Understand that this is only the introduction, a setup for things to come. Which gives a little explanation as to why it's fairly short. Haha. Bear with me.

Extra:
It's been sometime, and I've grown fairly attached to someone. Only recently did I realize something: I may be in love with her.
It's not just a crush, like what I had for the girl before her.
This is... different. To the point where it's keeping me in a confused state of mind.
I don't really know what I'm feeling.

I'd like to express myself, but I'm hindered by someone.
You see, before I realized I had these feelings... someone had already expressed to me of his interest in her. Naturally, it wouldn't be right for me to try anything - he decided to pursue her first, and so it shall be. I'm not about to jump in and try my luck - not while he's still trying his.

I guess all I can do now is wait. If she rejects him, and he moves on... then I'll confess. Otherwise... the words are going to be kept in me, till the appropriate chance shows... or till I forget these words ever existed.

Oh well.

Given a certain level of thought byAdam Dewind at 2:38 PM 0 comment(s)