This is how Tokyo Drift should have been done. Turn those speakers up and enjoy!
For those who are squemish or loves horses, this is NOT for you.
Ouch!
Ouch!
The tall thick wooden gate boomed with a thunderous growl as something slammed against it hard. Bits of the ceiling rained down on me. "BOOM!!" went the gate again and it echoed down the long stone hallway. I took my battle stance, preparing myself for whatever that is about to come through the gate.
BOOOOMM!!! The gates flew open and standing in between them was a creature, half organic, half machine which was almost as tall as a castle tower. It had horns on both sides of its head, one was as white as ivory while the other was as shiny as the blade in my clutches. In its hand was a huge battle-worn wooden maul with runes engraved into them. It was.. It was the minotaur the inscriptions warned me about earlier before I entered into the maze.
It let out a terrible roar that literally rocked the hall accompanied by the stench of its breath. Without wasting any time, I took the first move and rushed towards it. As I reached its hoofs, I started climbing it. The minotaur stomped the ground furiously in an attempt to shake me off. I struggled to hold on to it..
There were chains all over its body which I used to make my way to the back of its neck. I plunged both my blades into its back and ruby red blood gushed out from the wound. The minotaur roared as I tried to pull the blade downwards to enlarge the wound. As I was halfway down its back, suddenly, it grabbed me with its gigantic arms and threw me half way through the hall. I was almost knocked out by the impact on the floor. I forced myself up.
It ran towards me in a battle charge. The ground shook with every step it took. I evaded it by quickly rolling to the left. I felt a shadow enveloping me. I gripped both my blades and was going for round 2 but it was already too late. It was the shadow of the maul and it landed straight on me. My vision went blank.
There was no sound, no minotaur roar, no stomping, nothing at all. Just peace..
A few moment later, I was awoken with a sharp pain piercing through the back of my neck. I sat up and opened my eyes. I realised that I was sitting in a pod-like bed. I rubbed the back of my neck as the pain was still there and to my surprise, I felt something metallic. It's round with smooth edges and in the middle there were holes arranged in a certain configuration, something like an electric socket. I examined my surroundings, what I saw shocked me. There were people all around me, sleeping in pods which look exactly like the one I was sleeping in. Some of them were mumbling, some displayed faces of fear while some others gnashed their teeth. Still in shock, I stood up and step out from my pod. I examined my pod and found stickers all over it, stickers with words "God of War by PlayStation". This means that the world I was in before waking up was just a game? It was too real to be a game, the pain was there, the warm blood that gushed out from the wound onto my hands was there, I felt the coldness of the blade that I was carrying.. It was more like a time machine that transported my consciousness back in time.
Could this be the future of gaming? It is just too damn scary to be just a game..
Argh.. I'm tired of rushing here and there for PTPTN. Have to certify this and that. Can't they simplify things? Yeah I know it's because money is coming from them to me and in return I have to make sure that all my details are true, but it's really hectic to rush back to Penang to certify all my certs. I'm lucky that the Bar List (A list of names of students who are barred from sitting for Finals because ponteng too much..) is already out as I'll be skipping a few classes just for PTPTN..
Btw, will be in Penang for the weekend. =)
Our current PM asked, "Why March?" when 20,000 Rakyats went out to the streets of KL to protest against the ISA. This is the answer to our PM's question. Very well written I would say.
Why do Malaysians march?
3 Aug, 2009, The Sun
WHY march, when the government has said that it will review the Internal Security Act? Why march, when there are other very cosy ways of giving your views and feedback?
One would understand if these were questions posed by nine-year-olds. But they are not. They are questions posed by the prime minister of this nation we call our home. Answer we must. So, why?
Because thousands who died while in detention cannot march or speak any more. That is why others have to do it for them.
Because persons in the corridors of power, persons who have amassed tremendous wealth and live in mansions, and persons who are in the position to right wrongs but won’t, continue to rule our nation with suffocating might. And they certainly would not march. They would prevent others from marching.
Because the have-nots, the sidelined, the oppressed, the discriminated and the persecuted have no effective line to the powerful.
Because the nice ways have been tried ad nauseam for decades, but have fallen on deaf ears.
Because none of the major recommendations of Suhakam (including on peaceful assembly), or of the commissions of inquiry, has been implemented. Because the proposed Independent Police Complaints and Misconduct Commission (IPCMC) is not in sight, while corruption and insecurity live in every neighbourhood; and (despite reasoned views expressed ever so nicely in opposition) Rela (people’s volunteer corps) is being brought in to make matters even worse.
The proponents in “Su Qiu” (remember them?) were not marchers. In fact it is hard to find nicer ways than “su qiu”, because the term means “present and request” or “inform and request”. In terms of putting forward a view or a request, it is the height of politeness. Yet they were labelled “extremists” – they who did not march.
And now you ask, why march?
Because you gave non-marchers a false name! You called them the “silent majority”, who by virtue of their silence (so you proudly argued with twisted logic) were supporters of government policies since they were not vocal in raising objections. You claimed to be protecting the interest of the “silent majority”. Now some of them do not want to be silent anymore, and you are asking why?
Yes, because double standards and hypocrisy cannot be covered up or explained away forever; and incompetence cannot be indefinitely propped up by depleting resources.
Because cronyism can only take care of a few people, and the rest will eventually wake up to realise the repeated lies that things were done in certain ways purportedly “for their benefit”.
Because the race card, cleverly played for such a long time, is beginning to be seen for what it really is – a despicable tool to divide the rakyat for easier political manipulation.
Because it does not take much to figure out that there is no good reason why Malaysia, a country with abundant human resources and rich natural resources, does not have a standard of living many times higher than that of Singapore, an island state with no natural resources and that has to import human resources from Malaysia and elsewhere.
Because, in general, countries that do not persecute marchers are prosperous or are improving from their previous state of affairs, and those that do are declining.
Because Gandhi marched, Mandela marched, Martin Luther King marched, and Tunku Abdul Rahman marched.
Because more and more people realise that peaceful assemblies are no threat at all to the security of the nation, although they are a threat to the security of tenure of the ruling elite.
Because politicians do not mean it when they say with a straight face or a smile that they are the servants and that the people are the masters. No servant would treat his master with tear gas, batons and handcuffs.
Because if the marchers in history had been stopped in their tracks, places like India, Malaysia and many others would still be colonies today, apartheid would still be thriving in South Africa, Nelson Mandela would still be scribbling on the walls of Cell 5, and Obama would probably be a slave somewhere in Mississippi plotting to make his next midnight dash for the river.
And because liberty, freedom and dignity are not free vouchers posted out to each household.
They do not come to those who just sit and wait. They have to be fought for, and gained.
And if you still want to ask: why march; I can go on and on until the last tree is felled. But I shall
obviously not.
I will end with the following lines from one of the songs sung in the 1960s by civil rights marchers in the US, without whom Obama would not be able to even sit with the whites in a bus, let alone reside in the White House:
“It isn’t nice to block the doorway
It isn’t nice to go to jail
There are nicer ways to do it
But the nice ways have all failed
It isn’t nice; it isn’t nice
You’ve told us once, you’ve told us twice
But if that’s freedom’s price
We don’t mind ...”
Yeo Yang Poh, former Bar Council President
Then wear them!
Aaaahh.. It's that month again. The month where we go "Tanggal sini dan sana..". The month where we go nuts with red, blue, white and yellow. The month where some of us are willing to do a fashion suicide. The month where flags become more expensive although demand is increased. The month where Mat Rempits become very patriotic. The month where some of us will lose our voice the following day after barrages of 'Medeka!!'. The month of... August.
The month where we got our independence from the English. 52 years down the road, are we really that different? Are we better off without the English? Yes there are improvements but a lot more work needs to be done..
One fine example :
Malaysia boleh!
An early birthday wish from me to you, Malaysia.
Happy 52nd!
Happy 52nd!
...a few moments ago, doing what I do best, there was silence all around except for occasional trumpeting from my rear end. Then I overhead a conversation between a guy and a girl which goes like this :
Guy : Nice to meet you!
Girl : Nice to meet you too!
Guy : Is that your bra?
Girl : Yea.
Guy : Is it a B-cup one?
Girl : No, it's a F.. *sarcastically*
Guy : Oh really? Then your nipples must be pink..
I love pink nipples.
After he finished his sentence, I was in deep thought and did not hear the continuation of it. I was thinking to myself, "They just met and the guy is already asking about her bra? And telling her his fantasies? WTH???".
And if that wasn't bad enough, the conversation happened with the guy smoking (I found out from bits of the remaining conversation) in the back alley of my house and the girl, in her room (I'm guessing here because her voice was kinda soft.)with her window facing the back alley.
Call me kampung-minded or old-fashioned, but this is just wrong..
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