Spikes

My cousin brother from my father's side of the family arrived in Penang on Thursday night and came directly to our house to deliver something. It was two whole crates of kings. The kings of fruits, that is. My guess three weeks ago was right: durian season was approaching. And now it's come.

The durians were of various sizes, from as small as the palm of my hand to as huge as my schoolbag! It was crazy. We carried them (and I can still feel the prickling on my arms) and dumped them on the porch table.

The next day, we started on cracking them open and filling plastic containers with the contents. I'm usually OK with the smell, but this time, I felt slightly dazed as we split them open one by one.

Now, the problem is, who's going to eat these? If we do, we'll probably be sick for about a month, so we sent them to other relatives and friends and such. But even then, we still have too much. Oh well, buy some medicine for fever and indigestion and pass me the fruit. Oh, and I need a new tube of toothpaste, or else everybody else around me will be screwing up their faces when they talk to me.

The Walking Dead

Recently, a friend introduced me to a flash browser game called the Dead Frontier. I think it's pretty good, considering it's only a browser game which can run on pretty low specs.

It's a game something close to the Resident Evil series: hacking, slashing, shooting, bombing, and who-knows-what-else-ing zombies. The screenshot above I uploaded from the website should give you a pretty good idea.

You go around killing zombies (can you actually kill something that's already dead?) and picking up stuff for your survival, like food, weapons, ammunition, healing items and cash. The money is spent on buying things from other players in the forum. It's currently still in beta, so there're no missions or quests or a specific goal to the game, which also means there's no apparent reason why the players keep playing it.

Despite the complete lack of motivation, people are still playing it and are getting better and better at it. Even I play it. Of course, this may be just because I'm bored and since all my other online games which require a game client are blocked by my stupid antivirus program. And I'm to lazy to do anything about it. Sue me.

Anyways, if anyone finds themselves with nothing to do but to stare at the ceiling for hours on end, they should try this, of course, unless they're easily scared, spooked, creeped and/or freaked. And don't pee in your pants.

P.S.: I'm a level 9 Boxer and is currently using a lame nail-bat, a puny FN Five-seveN handgun and a stupid fire poker. Huh. Tell me if you get a good chainsaw and don't need it.

More Wheels

I passed my driver's test today! Yay! ... But I still don't feel like driving. I still prefer to be in the passenger seat. Why? Heck, even I don't know.

Today was slow and stupid. Slow because I waited from 8.00a.m. to 4.00p.m. to finish the whole test, which comprised of two parts: the course on the track where we were taught and the real on-the-road experience.

Stupid because I took my road test early (about 9.00a.m.) and had to wait 6 hours to take the one on the track. Damn.

Anyways, I've passed and the load's off my back now. And then mom says I should take the one for motorbikes.

No. Bloody. Way. In. Hell.

Well, we'll just see, shall we?

Cat-Burglar

I've finally caught you red-handed!

Piles of crap which are a little bigger than those left by the dratted sparrows have been appearing frequently on the porch and in the garden, and small blood-spatters were discovered on the lawn, which, I suspect is from said sparrows.

And now, after weeks of investigating, I've found this here black cat! Lounging about as though he owns the place! So now, everytime anyone catches it in the garden, it runs off, but then, it comes back again! There's no stopping it! Well, unless it doesn't exist anymore, but we're very strong against killing animals (which we don't eat) so we've decided to just let it be. But if we find a puncture in a car tyre in the morning, we'll have no choice, but to use The Solution! Muahahahahaha ...

Nectar

Uh-oh. The supply of my sacred nectar is running low.


It's a bottle of Bacardi Limón, a lemon-flavoured rum. Yes, rum. I know, I know ... it's alcohol and I'm under-aged, well, for about one more year anyway. Besides, this thing is delicious! But if you can't hold your liquor, I don't recommend drinking it as is. Add about a tablespoon of this stuff to about half a cup of sugar water and it'll taste pretty much like lemonade, but with an extra kick. I take some about 2-3 times a week, to help me sleep better.

It's good, but I'm running low, and I can't just go into a shop and request it. What if they ask for my identification? Great. Oh well, time to nag mom into buying me a fresh bottle.

Slash

Ow ... I accidentally cut my left thumb on the razor while I was trying to shave myself for the very first time. I think I hit a capillary or something because it didn't stop bleeding for two whole hours. The cut didn't hurt much, but it's pretty annoying to see the ruby red stuff flow out endlessly. It's like drawing a very good picture and then have someone else use it for themselves.

Anyways, the razors were sharp. A small brush can leave a scar. Now I know why they use the phrase "razor-sharp".

The bleeding has stopped, but now I've got patches of red on my sheets, one of my old joke books for reading myself to sleep, my pillow, one of my favourite shirts, the living room floor, the upstairs floor, all over the upstairs bathroom sink and the desktop keyboard.

*Sigh* Oh, well.

Cute, Cuddly, Kung Fu-ey Awesomeness

Cat, Sheralyn and myself went to watch Kung Fu Panda on Saturday and I can tell you this: it was AWESOME!

That morning Cat and I went to school to, um, witness the position interviews and marching ranks testing for the members of the band who would take over after we've all graduated. And, of course, we're there to also try to mess with the hopefuls who're taking the rank tests. It's all about discipline.

We left at about 12 o'clock. I got home and had a bad migraine and passed out on my bed. I-don't-know-how-many hours later, I blinked and felt the phone vibrating against my face. It was Cat and Sheralyn, and they sounded pretty panicky. And so was I when I checked the dusty clock on my bed-side table: the movie's started.

I showered, changed (and apparently had no idea what I was putting on), and rushed out the house in under 10 minutes. It took me another 5 to 10 minutes to walk to the mall and when I got there, they told me they had bought tickets to the next show.

The first thing Cat did was to suck my wallet dry of the money that I limited myself to use per week. It was to pay for all three tickets and I gave it up since it was my fault we have to wait another 40 minutes for the movie.

The movie was great! For an animation, it was totally off the charts! The combat choreography, the story, the characters ... everything was beyond what anyone has ever seen in a computer-generated movie so far. The only problem was the audience. I'm not one to criticise, but a lot of the movie-goers seemed not to understand some parts of the story. They practically laughed during the whole movie, which was annoying when there were some really touching and/or dramatic parts.

Don't mind me, I wanted to become a movie critic but ended up criticising the audience, too.

Anyways, one awesome movie later and we had nothing else to do so we just wandered around for a while. About half an hour of walking around aimlessly and endless chatting, Cat went home and left me and Sheralyn to browse the shelves of Borders bookstore for about 10 more minutes before she said she was hungry.

Since I usually have my, um - can we call it dinner? - at about 2 o'clock in the morning on weekends, she went and bought herself something to take home. Her dinner comprised of a 1901 hotdog, some octopus balls from Tako Tao and a small tub of mocha-flavoured ice-cream from the supermarket. Wow, junk food for dinner. Interesting.

We went outside to wait for her mom to come pick her up and when she did, they insisted that they'd give me a ride home, since it was so near. I obliged and got in the back seat. It was fun to hear the pair of them talk. The way they're going, sounded very much to me as if they were sisters, not mother and daughter. It's probably normal for them but I'm unused to it, because me and my parents have a totally different relationship: live and let live. I don't bother you, so don't bother me.

We reached my place, said our goodbyes, and parted. I went straight up to my room and crashed, having finally felt my aching feet in the absence of someone to distract me from it. I just have about enough energy to take a shower, brush my teeth, ask my sister to download some stuff for me, send and recieve a few text messages and pull the covers over my head before I totally blacked out and wake up at about 3 o'clock in the morning.

It was one of my best days this year and did I mention that the movie was AWESOME? I must get it when it comes out in DVD.

Overload

Damn! I came back early without taking the test. The place was overcrowded and they had one examiner in the booth for the hill, one for the parking and one for the three-point turns. The worst part is they also had only one for the test on the road, so that's about 15-20 minutes wait per person taking the test, depending on which route the examiner wanted.

One of the instructors from my driving school told us that today was the second test for many students, so it's especially crowded and we could skip this one and take the one next week. We decided to wait for about an hour more to see if anyone else was going to leave first, but ended up waiting for about half an hour longer than that and nobody seems to want to give up, so we took off.

Now I'm going to have to pay for overtime, since I've been learning for past 11 hours already .... Damn. Wel, at least I missed school, which I don't think is a cause for celebration, but I can sleep in my own bed instead of on the hard, wooden school-table. So, now I'm going to bed, good day to all.

Wheels

I'm taking my driver's test. I'd probably fail, seeing as I'm so oblivious to my surroundings. I'm starting to hate driving ... ever since I almost crashed into another car on the road and, of course, the petrol price-hikes.

Anyways, if I fail, good. I have a reason not to drive myself places and also save some money, because mom said I'm paying for the petrol myself. But then again, if I pass, I don't need to go to driving lessons anymore, which is taking up a lot of my sleep-time.

Well, wish me luck ... or not.