.:Absolut Innocence...:.
I am not evil, the voice said. Love me. Embrace me. I will give you joy beyond your wildest imagination. I am your gateway to a heaven known only to few, but remember, those elite few will have the chance of their lifetime to journey to a place far a beyond, the first step towards a relative eternal bliss.
Such was the beautiful lure and the sweet, evil trap of ethanol, chemically known as grain alcohol (Compound - C2H6O) and typically contained in commercially available brands such as Absolut, Chivas Regal, Johnny Walker, Jack Daniels, and even Carlsberg or Heinekken. 
You may indulge just as it is (neat), with ice (on the rocks) or mixed with other drinks (cocktails). You may do shots, double shots, or even triple shots. For some, you may take them while they're burning (Flamin Lamborghini), you may take them after slamming them down for effect (tequila pop), and for the truly brave, you take 5 of the worst downers (heavy stuffs - tequila, vodka, whisky, rum and gin), mix em with Stout and coke, and you have the ultimate killer (the appropriately named Graveyard). Drink this mother of all drinks shots with 5 glasses in a row, you will die of ethanol poisoning within 60 minutes if not treated
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But I'm not evil, the voice said. Ethanol is not evil. I can bring you happiness. I am the only friend you'll ever need. I will never leave your side. I love you. You will learn to love me, child. With time, you will learn to depend on me. After that, we will be one. Yessssss... come child. Join me.
Summary of personal experience from unification with ethanol:
1 Glass - You feel absolutely no effect, and you started cursing the drink for being too thin, under bad quality control or in the case of a city like Kuching, you blame the owner of the pub for serving you smuggled drinks from Labuan.
2 Glasses - Standard Freudian rule of binging dictates you will go straight to your 3rd Glass after this one.
3 Glasses - Slight dizzyness, you started feeling a small pinch of elation. You smile a lot more, and start laughing at jokes which weren't supposed to be funny.
4-6 Glasses - You started laughing at everything, even when your friend told you his grandma just passsed away. And you started thinking about asking him what took the old hag that long to kick the bucket anyway. But you are not high enough to actually ask that... yet.
7-9 Glasses - Euphoria. You looked around and you noticed 2 very interesting observation which you did not noticed earlier on:
i) the places just got much much darker as compared to when you first entered
ii)the ugly jerk/bitch that sits across from you at the bar seems sooooooo much better looking as compared to when you first seen him/her during your 1st or 2nd glass.
10-12 Glasses - You started sluring in your words, and you hear a lot of "What were u saying?", "HUH?", "What's that?" etc from your mates. You begin to have horny thoughts.
13-15 Glasses - You started regretting you had so much a drink, but has absolutely no desire to stop. You started swearing at your mates for making you drink so much just to make your self-conscience feel less guilty.
16-20 Glasses - This is the stage of "Long Line Syndrome" where everytime you go to the washroom, there seem to be a line of 2 million people in front of you. Your bladder feels like a nuke with the fuse tickling down... tik tok tik tok tik tok....
21-25 Glasses - Nirvana. You will have problems locating the toilet, remembering faces, walking and you started saying "Hi" and smiling like an idiot to everbody you meet.
26-30 Glasses - Higher Nirvana. Suddenly you noticed EVERYBODY of the opposite sex in your vicinity looks so much like Tara Reid, Britney Spears or Tata Young. You get REALLY horny, and would practically shag the next available object. You also started to notice there were much less people around you as compared to when you first came in the place.
31-38 Glasses - At this stage, the ethanol in your system is enough to kill a cow if injected directly into the arteries, and preserve the carcass from rotting for the next 1 week or so. In fact, you cannot see things properly, you fail to recognise the faces of your mates, and your head feels like it is about to explode. Many of you would have puked about twice during this transitional stage from the living to the dead.
39-48 glasses - You reached the stage where you do not care whether you get rammed over by a bus, just as long as the throbbing in your head could stop. Your movements are now limited to that of your eyelids, your head, and occasionally your fingers.
49-50 glasses - Medically, you would be certified as non-living if it were not for your heart beating. Your primary brain activities ceased to exist, and your secondary brain functions (if any) degrades you to the equal mental capabilities of a paramecium or amoeba.
51 and beyond - Your friend is back again ....
Loveeeee me child ... yes .... yes .. my prreeecciiouuuuuussss child. I am your friendddd... I am your ONLY friend... They have all deserted you child.. DESERTED YOU! They carried you to this couch... and left you alllll alone.... But do not worry, for I am here child. I am not evil. I am YOUR friend .... yesssssss... my preciousssssssss....
Shock!!
My housemates felt a tremor at our condominium last night. Surprisingly, I did not feel a single thing until they told me. News reports say that the's a 8.7 magnitude earthquake off the Sumatra at about 12 am this morning. (quake was felt around 12.10 am).
Started thinking about how fragile we humans really are. I, together with the other few hundred thousand of people staying in high rised apartments around Malaysia (and anywhere around the South East Asian - SEA region) could've just died then. Perished. Buried under a suffocating, crushing pile of concrete and mangled steel. I mean, SEA buildings are not exactly built to withstand quakes.
I remember back about 10 years ago in high school when we had our Geography lessons, they used to teach us that we Malaysians are lucky because we have no MAJOR natural disasters (which also means we would NOT be prepared in the event that one actually occurs). Well, few months back, the whole SEA (including Malaysia) just lost more than 300,000 lives in total to the tsunami disasater. It has happen again, the quakes. 2 quakes in less than half a year. No major disaster my arse.
So now that we are all fragile, what am I going to do about it? Well, I'm gonna live like there's no tomorrow, of course. Oh wait... isn't that how I've already been living my life ? Oh crap... I am seriously too darn free... Damn I love my job (only time I ever blog is when I'm at the office).
New Website
Finally got my old website a little facelift, but unfortunately, can't seem to finish it. Probably about 30% done or so, but basic layout is already there .. so take a peek and comments are, of course, very much appreciated
http://free.hostdepartment.com/l/lights
Toyota Rev Party
Once again, it's party time. Can't wait for tonight's Toyota Rev Party. Have never missed any one of the annual parties ever since Bar Med (in Hartamas) started it 2 years ago.
Noisy cars, free gifts, plenty of booze, hot looking race queen wannabes. Could one ask for more?
Anyway, needed a break from work too.. been busy this past week, running around meeting up with clients and discussing boring ol stuffs. Love it, hate it, it's a job that pays for the rent. Can't complain about that can I ?
So, its party time tonight... wanna go get drunk silly, and party like there's no tomorrow.
Screen Names - History of
Old friends, aquaintances and those that got 0wN3D by me and well, the general public who've come across my blogs, or have chatted with me online (IM or otherwise), or those that was fragged to h3ll by me in some 1st person games would've seen my screen names. More often than not, history and their origins remain a mystery (a tad a bit too lazy to explain).
1995 - ll ; mIRC
My screen names started out when I discovered that you can actually type some crap (any crap) and practically a million people would see it. Hence, that was the begining of a new addiction: Online Chatting. And so I crapped on and on and on for years. ll was my screen name, picked after my initials. It was simple, easily recognised and relatively unique. Relatively, coz after a couple of months, i started seeing aa, zz, gg, 11, 66, ee etc in the chat rooms that I frequent. Time for a change.
1996 - [ll] - mIRC
Not very creative, picking a silly name like that... but it beats out the rest w/o the [ and the ]. But soon, I started seeing [11], [aa], [zz], [gg] etc. Time for another change.
1996 - Al[e]cto - mIRC
Character taken from the book "The Immortal" written by Christopher Pike. Alecto is the Leader of the Furies (supposedly the leader of the underworld, collecting souls of mortals to get across the river Styx, Greek Mythology-wise). See why I don't wanna go talk about screen names n stuff to everyone who asked? Anyway, Got bored of the nick after a while. Change.
1997 - FireMessenger - mIRC, Mirabilis ICQ
Another character taken from Christopher Pike's book, "Season of Passage". Incidently, this blog's title is another theme used in the book. (refer to my very first posting). So much for originality, but who cares about being original. I want to honor Season of Passage, and so be it.
The Fire Messenger is the emmisary of the Sun (yes, the Sun itself, that bright thingee shining every day, not some retro - reverse retro parallex term refering to another mysterious and all powerful entity or something). The Fire Messenger brings wrath and destruction to the enemies of the Sastra people. (Lost? Go read the book... and hopefully you'd be a step nearer to enlightment)
1998 - residentsniper - mIRC, Mirabilis ICQ & Cyber Cafes
Longest lasting of all my screen names (still in use today), and most widely known to fit into the designation of my alter ego.
At the time the nick was conceived, the game Resident Evil was one of the most popular ones around. I have never played it, but some kid took on the name ReSiDeNTEvil tried to challenge me in another popular game back then, Delta Force (greenish interfaced 1st person shooting game). I fragged his white ass back to Timbuktu with a score of 107-3. Officially, I believe that record still stands as the best frag score in the DF game in MI Cybercafe. I OWNED that kid. Took on the nick "Resident". Didn't sound right after a while, so added "Sniper" at the end of it. (Was the BEST sniper in DF... one life unit comes with about 50 bullets max, could frag about 42 lives with that one, on average - 1.19 Kills per Shot - Perfect score is one shot one kill). Hence ResidentSniper was conceived, used and holds a special place in my heart (though I no longer play any network games frequently, and more often than not, none at all), the name stuck.
2000 - [milf]resident - Cyber Cafes
The years leading to the new millinium and a couple that follows it was the halcyon days of the game called Counter Strike (or CS in short). EVERY single male young adult between the age of 15 and 22 would have at least heard of the game, and most have played it at least once, and a large number actively "Doing CS" every single night without fail. Me and a couple of my good buddies jumped the bandwagon, learned, improved and many of us in the gang became some of the best players in the SS15 area. We formed a clan called [milf] (two definitions for the abbreviation - 1. go watch American Pie 2. Read archived news aboout Phillipines' political situation down south).
And so [milf]resident became a known name to equally obssessive CS players in Silver Surfer SS15. Day in day out we burnt our dad's hard earned cash on ethereal bits and bytes on the computer, with the boss of the cafes smiling all the way to the bank...everyday. But I guess that hobby beats the hell out of getting stoned or drunk.
Tributes then, to my former teamates (most are still good friends in real life), it had been a great honor to be playing with you guys: [milf]kaz, [milf]ash, [milf]elcy, [milf]pettiu and the rest of the [milf] and [MILF] (partner clan - join forces when there's a competition) members.
Well, that's it for part one. If I keep doing this for another hour or so, my boss is gonna have my head for lunch. Will post another one asap.
Worst Day of the Year ... so far
Today is arguably the WORST day of my relatively beautiful 2005 year, all because of ONE event which happened at 6.10 AM local time: Manchester United was kicked out of the Champion's League competition by AC Milan.
Since we're on a this topic, and for those of you who don't know, allow me to give u guys a quick run-down of my football affiliations. I have been an avid Manchester United fan since 12 years ago, during the days of Steve Bruce, Gary Pallister, Lee Sharpe, right till the Cantona-era, the Giggs-Scholes-Nevilles-Beckham era, and now. Not that I don't like any other teams, I do.
I think Barcelona's a great team, AC Milan's not too bad (and not just because they kicked MY team outta the competition). Juventus's a cool team, I really like Leeds Utd too. Aside from United players, my utmost respect goes out to Ronaldhino, Kaka, Nedved, Ballack, and even Robben.
On the down side, crappy teams like Arse-nal and Chelsea (I call them Russian Chelskis) are a definitely in my hate list. Arsenal is the most dirty and arrogant team playing top flight football anywhere in the world (Divers like Pires and Ashley Cole, brutes like Viera and Campbell, cheaters like Henry and Lundberg... and all these sanctioned proudly by their manager Arse-ne Wanker). On the other hand, Chelsea has no depth, no spirit, no soul (skills and flair, yes. But no love). Their players play not for the love of the game, but for the love of the Pounds or Euros. That has gotta suck.
Roughly 4 competitions awaits qualified team to compete in each country, and in the case of England (from order of least important):
4. League Cup (Domestic, won by Chelski a couple of weeks ago, known as the Micky Mouse Cup, or Worthless Cup)
3. F.A Cup (Domestic, Man United favourites to win after the dismissal of Chelski, another worthless Mickey Mouse Cup)
2. Premier League (Domestic, Chelski favourites to win this season)
1. UEFA Champions League (Europe, Top teams from Europe selected from different countries compete for the prestigious cup, predicted front runners now are - AC Milan, Juventus, Real Madrid and Bayern Munich)
Anyway, back to the game this morning. MU deserved to lose. We are just not good enough for Europe this time around (MU won the treble - FA Cup, Premier League and Champion's League back in 1999). Sad, dissappointed, shocked, speechless. Words alone cannot describe the utter frustration that only another true MU fan (in mind and at heart) knows. There will be grins and smiles from idiots outside today, that's for sure. Biggest grin would be from some new fair-weathered Chelski fans (who happens to be Arse-nal fans last season), and a lot of snickering from Arse-nal fans (refered to as Arse-hols), though, of course, they are going to play tonight with a 3-1 goal deficit against Bayern Munich.
True fans with class knows when their oponents are the better team after each competition. And so it is. AC played much better, has more skillful players, their fans love them just as much. Congratulations, AC Milan. You did well, and it was an honor for MU to be playing against you. Good luck in your next phase of the game.
Next thing on my mind? Let's hope that Chelski gets kicked out of the competition in the next round, and the Arse-hols get another 3-1 trashing from Bayern Munich today. After all, you get what you give. Always.
Started My Blog Today
Active user of the Internet for about 10 years now. Recently been a bit slow to catch up with the latest craze (must be growing old). Just got this blog online. Was pleasantly surprised at how easy this is.
Anyway, I use to hard code my websites using just Notepad, IE and Adobe Photoshop. Guess there's not much need for that, though I could use some extra flexibility in the design.
Done for today. Happy that I finally got a blog up n running. Will write more with time.
Garden of Sastra
In case most of you are wondering what Garden of Sastra means, well, it's an ancient place which existed long before modern civilization walked the earth (Refered to as "The Garden"). The Garden of Sastra is a story within a story in the book "Season of Passage" written by Jennifer Wagner, one of the main characters in the book by Christopher Pike.
"Season of Passage" and "Garden of Sastra" both tells a story of hope and love, hidden within horror story. Can't say I am very impressed with Pike's writing of Season of Passage, but the Garden of Sastra story is most certainly one of the most intriguing ones I've seen.
http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/authors/Christopher_Pike.htm
I am not evil, the voice said. Love me. Embrace me. I will give you joy beyond your wildest imagination. I am your gateway to a heaven known only to few, but remember, those elite few will have the chance of their lifetime to journey to a place far a beyond, the first step towards a relative eternal bliss.
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