Puck-er'd

ey, ah khong, told u i practiced Puck all nite long, din i!
When everybody else buried their heads in books, assignments and stuff, i chose to play DotA and work on this new hero calld Puck, the faerie dragon.
It took me several games using Puck until i found my fav build fer him, it goes sumthin like dis;
- Vanguard x2
- Boots Of Travel
- Radiance
* any other items are just inclusively ornamental

~Click on the above image to zoom in

hey, its just a preliminary idea of a build for Puck but it works well, ye, so nashv? have u got anything to say ??

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Thats the way the cookie crumbles !

aarrrghh...y are the thots of her still not out of my head yet ?!
i spent too much time reminiscing on all the good times we had together.. and the bad, the courtship period, the accidental darling's, escapades .. the list goes on.
i know i shoudnt be doin this, but its just so damn hard, i'm in dire need to vent out this ugly feeling. it's easy for some to bottle up their feelings and act as if nuthing happend, its not fer me; i'm much more of a clamorous being, i need to channel my frus sumwhere, and with opting to use this blog to do just dat, i'll spare u, my frens, i'll spare u of my whines and whimpers.

just last weekend, i packd every thing i had that reminded me of her, into a gift box..lol..ye..a gift box. its wasnt an easy thing to do especially if u happen to be one of those guys who's extremely sentimental(yeh, me veli the sentimental one), holding on to every significant/insignificant(once again, this is a very subjective matter) little details of physical memory. sighh..i assumed, by doin all that, mi mind will be spared of this depressin feelings..sigh..how wrong can i get !

i miss her la...i miss her so so much. sigh..i miss long escapading with that gorgeous lookin thang, miss the way she rolls her eyes... the puppy dog eyes, she calls it; i miss doin lotsa things, most of it is best not mentiond.
ooh ooh.. and she has the sexiest looking butt la, the BEST..serious..the way it yields when she walks. aaaaarrrrrghhhhhhhh...arrrghhhhhhhh !!!! is it really possible to forget? if so, do they haf ..like an easier way to deal with these phase just before u forget... like a painkiller or sum shyt like dat?
aarghhh, i am damned.

guess thats just the way the cookie crumbles ey?

off to class now, with the thots of her still in mi head, maybe a quik chug of the william grant's family reserve might help.. :p


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The Bloody Moon

As beautiful as it outside, set with the starlights and the cool breeze, mi mind still wudnt go to ease. not even the sight of the blood red moon cud afford to make me feel any better. it has been a soulwrecking year.
So ye, lets all fck tis lunar eclipse shyt aside, and focus on down'in The William Grant's Family Reserve.

tormemented, inside out.
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The obstacle in Our Path

Shoot me not for i'm not ready to leave tis world, sigh.. a friend gave me talk on how i shud not give up n bla bla bla. sigh... yes, it is uplifting, but... aaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrggghhhhhhh !!!
Quarter Life Crisis i sppose.



The obstacle in Our Path

In ancient times, a King had a boulder placed on a roadway. Then he hid himself and watched to see if anyone would remove the huge rock.
Some of the king's wealthiest merchants and courtiers came by and simply walked around it. Many loudly blamed the King for not keeping the roads clear, but none did anything about getting the stone out of the way.
Then a peasant came along carrying a load of vegetables. Upon approaching the boulder, the peasant laid down his burden and tried to move the stone to the side of the road. After much pushing and straining, he finally succeeded.
After the peasant picked up his load of vegetables, he noticed a purse lying in the road where the boulder had been. The purse contained many gold coins and a note from the King indicating that the gold was for the person who removed the boulder from the roadway. The peasant learned what many of us never understand! Every obstacle presents an opportunity to improve our condition.

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Shoot Me ! in the head

haf u ever had days wen yur head feels like its gonna explode into bits? well..i'm livin that moment right now. sigh.. i fckin hate to study la..i really hate it. just before i decided to rant up here, i did look thru an assignment thats due tommorrow. i tried la..i really tried..contemplated on the question fer a good 5-10 mins... sigh...but still, sigh..
SHOOT ME IN THE HEAD, sumone pls.


Megadeth - A Tout Le Monde

Don't remember where I was
I realized life was a game
The more seriously I took things
The harder the rules became
I had no idea what it'd cost
My life passed before my eyes
I found out how little I accomplished
All my plans denied

So as you read this know my friends
I'd love to stay with you all
Please smile when you think of me
My body's gone that's all

€ tout le monde
€ tout mes amis
Je vous aime
Je dois partir
These are the last words
I'll ever speak
And they'll set me free

If my heart was still alive
I know it would surely break
And my memories left with you
There's nothing more to say
Moving on is a simple thing
What it leaves behind is hard
You know the sleeping feel no more pain
And the living are scarred

tormentev soul

awaitin Flight JQ 65

aah, finally got my flight tickets yesterday. man, am i glad i finally got that transaction made... but the weird thing was, the whole ordeal was not as enticing as i thot it'd be. i'm kinda confused. shud i be really goin home wen i could spend a few months stayin over to earn sum good cash here? or.. shud i just go home to expect sumthing remotely possible off a certain sumone? sigh.. no matter how much i try n bluff miself, the truth is, i am goin home with the hopes to re-kindle a lost forgotten feeling. in denial can u say?
i really shudnt be hopin fer that, cos there's a rather high possibilty of it lookin back at me straight in the eye and givin me a real hard slap of the harsh reality. sigh..watever will be, will be. errgh...arrrghh..eerrghh..geram la. fck tis shyt ..heed yur friends advice theva, for they haf been in the same crap as u, one too many times already...learn from their mistakes, or rather, experiences theva ...learn.
sigh.. gettin back to the the idea of goin home for the summer hols, man i cannot wait to get home and fckin gluttonize on all the fabulous msian food. 1st on the list would be a coupla dishes of dad's home cooking, and once i'm done with that, u better watchout nasi lemak! i've got all eyes on u... i'm gonna fckin compliment u with telur fckin mata kerbau, n den kasi nasi fckin tambah plus ayam fckin goreng and fckin banjir it with sambal. iyoo...hungry dy la. Ah Kian ...Chun Fei...wen can i come yur house makan busak again ??? :)

its a killing wait, 93 days to be precise. thats anotha 14 sundays, 14 mondays, an average of 14 days of days of the week... its 0nly 14 wat..not really that long rite? rite? sumone, convincingly assure me that its not gonna be a long wait. :
sigh..
ooh look at the time now, its time fer william grant's family reserve session, and HEY, in a coupla minutes, one sunday down, 13 more left....

Midnight Oil. Click here to read tis awesome piece.Excerpt :

"I just stay up late
And procrastinate
Outpaced by the pace of my uncertain fate
I won’t take much longer but I’ll be worth the wait
‘Cause I’m burnin’ the Midnight Oil"



off i go now,
wankalicioustev

Sigh..i wish.

If i were to be home, back in malaysia;

1100am - Bangun Pagi. Gosok Gigi.
1130am - Grab the best seat and the remote before any of my brother does.
1230am - Walk around the kitchen. Help dad with chopping veggies.
1232am - Refill Rajah's makan cup. Rajah's a Golden Mynah that can only say "have u gone to the loo yet?" in tamil.
1235am - Check on what's for lunch.
1236am - Back to TV.
130 pm - LUNCH TIME !!!!
200 pm - TV.
530 pm - Footsie @ tennis court.
730 pm - Mandi.
830 pm - TV while makin calls to fellow dota warriors.
900 pm - Pick up fellow dota warrior.
930 pm - Mamak.
1000pm - Cybertime for DotA.
100am - Mamak ~ Nasi lemak, nasi tambah, telur mata kerbau, ayam goreng.
200am - Back home and watch TV.
300am - Hit the bed.

Now..aint that a life !!!


excerpted from REGINA SPEKTOR's "Fidelity"

I never loved nobody fully
Always one foot on the ground
And by protecting my heart truly
I got lost in the sounds
I hear in my mind
All these voices
I hear in my mind all these words
I hear in my mind all this music
And it breaks my heart
And suppose I never met you
Suppose we never fell in love
Suppose I never ever let you kiss me so sweet and so soft
Suppose I never ever saw you
Suppose we never ever called
Suppose I kept on singing love songs just to break my own fall
Just to break my fall
Break my fall
All my friends say that of course its gonna get better
Gonna get better
I hear in my mind all of these voices
I hear in my mind all of these words
I hear in my mind all of this music
Breaks myHeart