This post is solely to glorify my acheivement.
9 words, 16 hour, doti cries.
YES! BEAT THAT BRIAN!
AND I DIDNT EVEN HAVE TO TOUCH HER.
PS: + free ice cream! Dont think I'll ever forget doti...
Power Outage
Yesterday happened to be a rather lucky day for me, so I shall recall its events.
Awoke in the at about noon time, when suddenly remembered had to meetup with this guy to trade him his two phones. It was still early, so I thought maybe could still play a round or two of dota.
Just when it was about to start, this loud "VROOOOM" came out.
My room has a total of 3 PCs running concurrently at any one time, + a fan. So the drastic decrease in amplitude makes the sound like that of an inverse of a roaring plane, almost like the detonation of an EMP.
I stared blankly at my monitor... which stared blankly back at me.
Power trip?
Went to check the fuses, nothing tripped. Double checked the lights, not working.
It took a full fifteen minutes for me and neighbours to realise the whole block had a power outage.
Then I realised, omg, time to deal with the guy. Took the phones, then pressed the lift button.
For the first time, I saw three lifts, all the LCD displays... blank.
HL BWGx
208 steps, I counted it all......................
The only other time I climbed all 13 floors, BAREFOOTED, was about 3 years back. When 500 dollars disappeared infront of my door.
It kinda makes you wonder a city like Singapore, will we survive the absence of voltage? I mean think about it, the first thing I thought of when I realised the power isnt going to come on for sometime was my handphone. How long will the battery last?
I mean picture this, life will almost be back to kampung days should SP decide to call a strike union. While JC ppl can continue to cry and attend their nerd lessons. Poly ppl conveniently forget to charge their laptops.
Come to realise, if everything that requires a V in the equation to work comes to naught, its as good as an island of 4 million starving people. I will be the first to sell recipies for bone marrows.
Then comes the evening.
It was a typical MSN convo, when I realised my S.E wont charge. For S.E owners you must already be familiar with the art of plugging in the charger at different angles and strength. It just so happens my cool charger wont supply VOLTS, I swear I plugged it in and out so many times that it can be considered sex.
Once upon a midnight dreary,
While I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious fix for my S.E's fault
While I nodded, neck perspiring,
Suddenly, there came a beeping,
A beeping on my MSN door.
"'Tis some visitor?" I muttered,
Only that and nothing more.
Deep into the night I went fixing,
Fixing the my S.E's unfixable flaw,
Suddenly, there came a beeping,
In the darkness I stood staring, staring at my PC's log.
My eyes widened, for tis's no ordinary log!
It was like screams echoing from the toture hall
"Imposssible!" I uttered.
May'b its nothing but the alcohol!
Gasping and panting, I looked once more.
Clearly now, its' truth like a lore.
I stumbled quickly to hit the keys
But it was too late, I collapsed to my knees.
" NOOOOOO, SURELY THIS CANNOT BE!!"
How could they even think of putting me a frame!?
Quoth the MSN: You can blame.
What's the best thing? Next morning, the S.E comes alive. 750 dollars down the drain....
Awoke in the at about noon time, when suddenly remembered had to meetup with this guy to trade him his two phones. It was still early, so I thought maybe could still play a round or two of dota.
Just when it was about to start, this loud "VROOOOM" came out.
My room has a total of 3 PCs running concurrently at any one time, + a fan. So the drastic decrease in amplitude makes the sound like that of an inverse of a roaring plane, almost like the detonation of an EMP.
I stared blankly at my monitor... which stared blankly back at me.
Power trip?
Went to check the fuses, nothing tripped. Double checked the lights, not working.
It took a full fifteen minutes for me and neighbours to realise the whole block had a power outage.
Then I realised, omg, time to deal with the guy. Took the phones, then pressed the lift button.
For the first time, I saw three lifts, all the LCD displays... blank.
HL BWGx
208 steps, I counted it all......................
The only other time I climbed all 13 floors, BAREFOOTED, was about 3 years back. When 500 dollars disappeared infront of my door.
It kinda makes you wonder a city like Singapore, will we survive the absence of voltage? I mean think about it, the first thing I thought of when I realised the power isnt going to come on for sometime was my handphone. How long will the battery last?
I mean picture this, life will almost be back to kampung days should SP decide to call a strike union. While JC ppl can continue to cry and attend their nerd lessons. Poly ppl conveniently forget to charge their laptops.
Come to realise, if everything that requires a V in the equation to work comes to naught, its as good as an island of 4 million starving people. I will be the first to sell recipies for bone marrows.
Then comes the evening.
It was a typical MSN convo, when I realised my S.E wont charge. For S.E owners you must already be familiar with the art of plugging in the charger at different angles and strength. It just so happens my cool charger wont supply VOLTS, I swear I plugged it in and out so many times that it can be considered sex.
Once upon a midnight dreary,
While I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious fix for my S.E's fault
While I nodded, neck perspiring,
Suddenly, there came a beeping,
A beeping on my MSN door.
"'Tis some visitor?" I muttered,
Only that and nothing more.
Deep into the night I went fixing,
Fixing the my S.E's unfixable flaw,
Suddenly, there came a beeping,
In the darkness I stood staring, staring at my PC's log.
My eyes widened, for tis's no ordinary log!
It was like screams echoing from the toture hall
"Imposssible!" I uttered.
May'b its nothing but the alcohol!
Gasping and panting, I looked once more.
Clearly now, its' truth like a lore.
I stumbled quickly to hit the keys
But it was too late, I collapsed to my knees.
" NOOOOOO, SURELY THIS CANNOT BE!!"
How could they even think of putting me a frame!?
Quoth the MSN: You can blame.
What's the best thing? Next morning, the S.E comes alive. 750 dollars down the drain....
9th of march.
Remember Pan's Labrynith?
He smashed his watch, so his son would know his exact time of death, 22:09
Its been a full year..... my watch has finally started ticking again.
This time, its alright, i'll give my gun away when its loaded (:
Finally, I can let go.
He smashed his watch, so his son would know his exact time of death, 22:09
Its been a full year..... my watch has finally started ticking again.
This time, its alright, i'll give my gun away when its loaded (:
Finally, I can let go.
mas selamat
Usually I have a problem waking up, because there seems to be no alarm clock thats loud enough. What makes this whole thing queer is that whenever an SMS comes, I automatically awaken.
So today what greeted me was not some lame text, but a picture of a man. This instantly caught my attention. "Mas Selemat bin Kasatri, please call 999 if you see him".
This should be the final straw to demonstrate why our local police agency is like Mars. Intelligent lifeform is absent.
I was having this really casual talk over lunch with my mum when the subject of this man came into the crossfire. Much as I'd like to call it casual talk, it is really an exchange of argumentation, anymore intent to be considered smear campaign.
Call me hero, but I'm one of the few media students that dont even give my daily time to the media, that means I do not read newspapers. Clearly, when I got my content feed from her, it made the whole thing sound ridiculously absurd.
First, a half-handicapped man manages to escape from a high security detention compound leaving almost no traces. This is obviously an inside job. I do not see him having ability to scale 3 metre high walls with his limping leg.
Next, the media unleashes the truth. (or what WE think is true) This inturn generates fear, and the competence of the SPF is put on trial.
The third intelligent move will be to put road-blocks and begin to check. No doubt this hinders the terrorist, but you also hinder the rest of your citizens.
The final straw comes with this MMS. Bet your house on it, "999" is going to be the next hotline. Everyone will think they have seen a terrorist.
Nothing sounds wrong? Now, I just want you to think... think really hard. If YOU were a terrorist. What will you do?
Ask me. First thing I'd do is to generate fear, and that's already being done for me by the SPF.
Fear controls the crowd. It is what keeps you, me and everyone else in check. Look back in history, the most powerful rulers reigned with an iron fist. Fear is terrorism feeds on. If everyone walked into the MRT not giving a damn about it blowing up, I do not see a point in them massacring to get front page news. Everyday Mas Selmat makes headlines, this saves JI some really good money. Advertising is getting competitive nowadays.
Next. I will keep the SPF busy, while waiting for the hype to die down.
Now clearly this has also already been done for me. You will less officers on the road and more of them on the phone. Anymore of these MMS being sent out and you probably can have a chat line.
"Hi, I'm ASP Wong, have you ALSO seen Mas?"
Besides being a nuisance to the general public, do you think that incredible spot-check along roads is of use? Any terrorist that has ability to Michael Scofield certainly will not be retarded enough to be caught in your regular roadblock. What you will find is probably a driver and a bottle of whiskey in his hand.
Racism aside, the next thing you will come to realise that putting a picture of him is no good idea. This being that his skin colour and facial features happen to correspond with one of the minority races amongst our multi-racial nation.
Someone's dad will not be coming home for Nasi Lemak tonight. I told him that goatee was a no-no.
Imagine imagine. You have a sick mouse amongst many others in your cage.
Do you sweep your hand, grab a few to examine? Or would you rather look and tell which one's not moving normally?
So today what greeted me was not some lame text, but a picture of a man. This instantly caught my attention. "Mas Selemat bin Kasatri, please call 999 if you see him".
This should be the final straw to demonstrate why our local police agency is like Mars. Intelligent lifeform is absent.
I was having this really casual talk over lunch with my mum when the subject of this man came into the crossfire. Much as I'd like to call it casual talk, it is really an exchange of argumentation, anymore intent to be considered smear campaign.
Call me hero, but I'm one of the few media students that dont even give my daily time to the media, that means I do not read newspapers. Clearly, when I got my content feed from her, it made the whole thing sound ridiculously absurd.
First, a half-handicapped man manages to escape from a high security detention compound leaving almost no traces. This is obviously an inside job. I do not see him having ability to scale 3 metre high walls with his limping leg.
Next, the media unleashes the truth. (or what WE think is true) This inturn generates fear, and the competence of the SPF is put on trial.
The third intelligent move will be to put road-blocks and begin to check. No doubt this hinders the terrorist, but you also hinder the rest of your citizens.
The final straw comes with this MMS. Bet your house on it, "999" is going to be the next hotline. Everyone will think they have seen a terrorist.
Nothing sounds wrong? Now, I just want you to think... think really hard. If YOU were a terrorist. What will you do?
Ask me. First thing I'd do is to generate fear, and that's already being done for me by the SPF.
Fear controls the crowd. It is what keeps you, me and everyone else in check. Look back in history, the most powerful rulers reigned with an iron fist. Fear is terrorism feeds on. If everyone walked into the MRT not giving a damn about it blowing up, I do not see a point in them massacring to get front page news. Everyday Mas Selmat makes headlines, this saves JI some really good money. Advertising is getting competitive nowadays.
Next. I will keep the SPF busy, while waiting for the hype to die down.
Now clearly this has also already been done for me. You will less officers on the road and more of them on the phone. Anymore of these MMS being sent out and you probably can have a chat line.
"Hi, I'm ASP Wong, have you ALSO seen Mas?"
Besides being a nuisance to the general public, do you think that incredible spot-check along roads is of use? Any terrorist that has ability to Michael Scofield certainly will not be retarded enough to be caught in your regular roadblock. What you will find is probably a driver and a bottle of whiskey in his hand.
Racism aside, the next thing you will come to realise that putting a picture of him is no good idea. This being that his skin colour and facial features happen to correspond with one of the minority races amongst our multi-racial nation.
Someone's dad will not be coming home for Nasi Lemak tonight. I told him that goatee was a no-no.
Imagine imagine. You have a sick mouse amongst many others in your cage.
Do you sweep your hand, grab a few to examine? Or would you rather look and tell which one's not moving normally?