Sunday, December 27, 2009

Windows live writer

Snipping tool of blog

I love youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

Saturday, December 26, 2009

Restrung guitar

Went for a guitar lesson today and got advice on life. Wow.

“I’ve gotta come back to Malaysia la sir. I’ve got the company here.”

“No, that’s not the way. Go to UK. Travel the world. Find yourself. Tell your friends to get lost for these few years la. They’ll be fine without you. Find yourself, find what you want. Then come home and see where life takes you.”

Next lesson is on Tuesday!

 

Wototoototototo*waddles away*

Back from the dead!

Experimentation =D

I can just imagine Kevin saying,

“Oh you experiment Kington. You experiment HARD.”

Monday, May 4, 2009

Cut

“tingly tingly” The voice says.

There’s a pull and a quick graceful motion. Pulling out the practice stick. For blind fencing.

A sudden pressure and the first stance is on. An open one with the stick held centre ready to strike or counter from any direction.

And the litany is.

 

Moving softly,

Gently turning,

Cutting cleanly.

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I need my mouse back! It was specially adjusted to have the right sensitivity for me! ARGH!

I may be restarting my physical training again. =/ Realised I can’t kick anymore.

Marrakech 1

Sorry about the lateness of this post. Between losing my mouse, internet going down, exams, studying, assignments, labs and stuff it’s been hectic. 
 
  It all started with leaving Leeds in the evening(yes we have leather chairs in our busses in Leeds)And a bus ride to Luton in the dead of night.We're boarding!

Ah the international code of taxi swindling. Hey I come from Malaysia! I know how to deal with your kind! Don’t let this picture fool you. It’s actually pretty cold there.

Looking for our Riad(guest house) Seriously it was HARD talking to the woman! I had to cobble together whatever Arabic and French I had in my brain.
Just wandering the streets. Bought a small jar to collect sand from the desert.Big tower. No idea what is it. But it became a landmark.
This freak threw snakes on me. Then decided to charge me 15 quid to have my picture taken if not the snakes would stay on. SON OF A BITCH. Haggled to 10 quid.Beautiful centre square of marrakech.

Just a back alley with a beautiful calming view.There’s a lot of horse carriages around. Sorta like replacement taxis for those who have time and money. 

The centre square of the modern part of the city. Awesomeness

It’s Pilot’s dream to eat McD in every part of the world. So we had some crazy tajeen foldover. Not bad. But pretty expensive.

My travelling buddies Pilot on the left. Danny on the right. They gave us felt blankets. Awesome.En suite toilet. We ended up having a whole 5 bedroom to ourselves. 

Our room door. Not kidding you.

Marrakech 2 coming.

Friday, April 10, 2009

Happy to be third world


I went to marrakech. And at the end of the trip. After meeting Andrew and Elizabeth I feel like I need to appreciate my position more. And that I should stop whining about the lack of proper developement in Malaysia.
Will post more soon

Friday, March 6, 2009

The Other Magician

Hurm yes yes I've got the time to at least glance in the computer lab. Sigh I can't believe I've stooped to this. Looking for that pretty girl from 2 weeks ago.

I stride up the central aisle looking left and right. Don't see her. I frown. I leave and some people look up to see me walking really quickly with a frown on my face.

I head back to the foyer.

I guess it's time to go home.

"You've got a crush on her don't you?" I hear the playful voice, light yet it has the feeling of a well trained falsetto.

I turn slowly around and I come to face her.

Gee thats a familiar smile. Cocky and sarcastic together yet somehow genuine until all that sarcasm. A smile that only goes up on one side of the face. Yet somehow both the eyes feel it. Thats the look I give my reflection every morning to irritate myself awake.

"Heh. Give uncle a hug."

I give her a huge bear hug squeezing her and lifting her off the ground. She freaks out a bit but doesn't scream. Awww the memories.

"You never change uncle."

"I'd say the same for you but I've noticed you've got a new toy."

She raises her left hand to her face and the silver chain straightens out instantly as if it was a strand of mercury. She plays with it using her right hand.

"Heh I sorta guessed this day would come."

"Yeah I thought it would be great to follow in your footsteps. Become a detector. Feel the ping and all that samba you know."

"Awwww and I'm proud of you. Aren't you glad we've figured out how to finally do it proper?"

Her grin turns into a sympathetic smile.

"We'll uncle it sucks that you had to be a guinea pig."

"PRECURSOR!"

"WHEEEE!"

"You get to keep your innnocence and all instead of becoming a corrupted so thats what we all wanted for you."

A grateful nod.

"Heh try to lighten up. Tonight uncle's taking you out for dinner so go off get ready put on your pretty dress and paint your face. Don't shame your uncle by looking by a cavewomen instead of a head turning date."

She sticks her toungue out at me and I shock her by pulling her into another hug.

I hear the gasp of her surprise and she struggles for a moment afraid I'd lift her off the ground again.

Then I feel her arms come into contact with my back when she realises I'm not.

Sigh us old men just gotta keep carving the way for the future.

Luckily. The future is pretty cute.