I'm the atheist your parents warned you about

That shouldn't be the title of this post. I planned to publish this post about 4 days ago, when I angry at something, but now I'm quite sure it should be called "The day I post something I want to read for a change". Ok, I won't rename it, but we'll call it that from now on.


I didn't want to blog the whole week because after sitting and retyping the same post, this was all I got:

I ain't got nothing nice to say. And you know what they say; if you ain't got nothing nice to say, don't say 'nothing'. Shite, I said 'nothing' four times already. Including that last time. If my math is right, that means I can still say unnice things. Teehee. Remember Bambee. I hardly do. All I remember is that there was a gay deer that tried to be straight, but because he wasn't horny(all straight deer-men have horns, seen?) he was made fun of by rabbits.

Which was pretty weak considering I didn't have any pictures. But now I have pictures. But like I said, this is the sort of post that I like doing and reading later on, but it's the weak ones that seem to draw the most comments. I find that absolutely confusing. But then again, this is the interweb.

Oh, and also, I used this chair, which was angled at 90 degrees when I first got it. Now it just flattens out whenever I use it. Which is literally a pain in the ass.


I could only take a picture of the batmobile on the batcave entrance at night while traveling at 20km/h on the easiest section. It still is the best place to go when stressed out or bored. I make it a habit to visit at least once a week:

Seriously though, seeing that big dial hitting 170kmh for the first time was awesome, but it made fear run through my veins. Fear of being catapulted across JB is not the same "heightened awareness" feel you get when driving the batcave or Sultan's palace road at less than half that speed.


Was half an hour late for my English paper today. Here's why:

Fong missed a turning because we were all trying to describe what turbo does, ended up taking an ulu way out. This road would have been awesome with a 4 wheel drive. Fong's car took it like a Proton.


I find it depressing that a whole week of advertising has resulted in this:


3 cents of earnings. Nevermind, I'll think of something. Like using every computer in Sunway JB's comp-labs to click the ads.

I'm becoming more and more Wikus-y. This week both my thumb and finger nails started bleeding. Becoming more and more prawn like is not something I'd like to go through. Not right now at least.



Inevitably, playing the same game over and over makes you want to experiment with spamming units. Like German rocket artillery:



Or British 17-pounder (the shells weighed in at 17 pounds/7.5 kg) M4 Sherman Firefly tanks.



Math test went ok. But I'm still sure to fail. I don't get it; no other subject needs to be studied to pass. All you have to do is read through the notes 12 minutes before class and you get a distinction. But no matter how hard I study for math, the results vary from "almost pass" to "fail". But good news though, the degree coarse I might be taking doesn't need math! I think. I hope. I wish. But I don't pray. Praying is for the sane. And sanity is for the weak.


Arhh, it feels good to be on term break. I finally understand why all my fellow college-going bloggers reduced their blog-post-publishing rates so drastically.


Oh, and Happy September 11th, fellow depressed, out-of-work terrorists! We did it once, we can do it again! On the last day of Radaman we strike! wait...


radaman, Dennis Radaman.