What, you think this is a contest?

My computer runs on a Pentium 4 processor with 1.5GB of DDR2 RAM and an ATI Radeon 7500 graphics card. The last FPS I played on it was Half Life 2 Episode 1; it can’t run Episode 2.

I have re-installed Windows XP on it for the umpteenth time; my documents are in a separate hard disk so I can do it anytime I want. I was genuinely surprised that my computer can support 1600×900 resolution on my new Acer X203H monitor.

I contemplated buying a new PC. But the only purpose it will serve is to support games that I don’t have time for. So here I am stuck with an old computer, waiting until it quietly processes its final kilobyte.

I like dance music.

BUT (notice how I spell it in caps) I don’t mean the kind you hear in mainstream radio oh no. I only like certain tracks (notice how I don’t call them songs).

I shall list a few of my favorites. I will exclude classics (e.g.: Bee Gees, Michael Jackson) and those that everyone already knows.


La Roux – Bulletproof

Junior Senior – Move Your Feet

Jamiroquai – Dynamite

Robbie Williams – Bongo Bong

Wiseguys – Start the Commotion

Modjo – Lady (Hear Me Tonight)

Well well well, its October 2009 already. I turned 22 two weeks ago and I am four months into my first full-time job.

Gosh I feel old.

And yet, wherever I go, I find myself to be the youngest (or second youngest) of the lot. Am I growing up too fast? Or am I simply starting early? Look at what other 22-year olds are doing. They’re having a time of their lives while I have to put on a shirt to work.

But who am I to complain? I know very well that people think that I am in a better position than doing nothing but enjoying life. Which got me wondering all over again: what am I doing, what do I want, and how do I get it?

I’m having a headache now. I am currently facing a (seemingly) tough decision regarding my job. I know I’ll pull through, it’s a matter of how.

By the way, if you don’t know already, I got a haircut. I am making myself look more mature by having short hair, which in the process makes me look younger. Yes, life is ironic.

The chair I have been using in my computer room has finally given way and could no longer be height adjustable. I need it to be high enough to work comfortably. Also, the uber-comfortable Ikea MALUNG chair I already have is too low and not height adjustable at all.

So on I went to Ikea to shop for a new office chair. I settled on a RM299 MOSES. As I browsed the shelves of parts, an idea hit me. Why don’t I just make the chair I already have higher?

I took home the wheeled-base of a SNILLE, as the seat itself was sold separately. Placed the MALUNG on top, applied some reinforcements and voila!

The foot was only RM20, and now I have a working working chair.

Excerpt:

Justigulous:
hello
thou art at work?

the Wan:
aye, I am
what news doth the north wind bring?

Justigulous:
news of affliction and despair, I’m afraid

the Wan:
aye aye

You can read the whole thing here.

I will be starring in a production entitled “The Things We Have Lost” premiering tomorrow night.

For more information, visit the Facebook Event page.

Here’s the poster.

And here’s the trailer.

See you there!

I hereby announce that I will release an EP entitled “Highway Eleven”, hopefully to be out by Fall. Here’s how the artwork will look like:

You can stay tuned to more updates by joining my page on Facebook.

I know I have not made real updates in awhile. So let me do just that today.

The biggest update of all is the fact that I am now a werking adult. Even though I wanted a longer holiday, the time has come.

Goodbye, my younger self. It was fun, but you could have made it more so. If only you did not oversleep all the time, you could have found the energy to do more with your life. No, really.

I now find myself in a 9-6 (effectively 9-7) job dressed in collared shirts and wearing leather shoes. But Justin, all office employees dress that way! I know, but its an adjustment. I compensate by keeping my long-ish hair, and nobody in my office had made even a hint of negativity towards it. Hooray for me.

I came up with the word ‘werk’ years ago. I haven’t explained it to anyone, but nobody asked anyway. I meant to define ‘werk’ as work for the sake of work, or meaningless work. Or simply, said in spite of it.

Truth is, I dreaded office life for a long time. I didn’t want to spend my short youth in a cubicle, like I have told friends. But I’m no genius, I’m no revolutionary. I have to conform to the world’s norms, for the time being at least.

That’s why make sure that I spend my free time doing the things I like, rather than surfing the interwebs until I fall asleep. I will be participating in theatre act called “The Things We Have Lost”, premiering August. Theatre is one of my many interests, and If I don’t do what I love, I will die of boredom of working life.

If any of colleagues are reading this, let me assure you that my work integrity is not compromised, despite all I have stated in this post.

P/S: My first paycheck came on the very first day the MJ incident hit the media. Way to steal my thunder.

P/S/S: Don’t get me wrong, I am sad. Not because he is gone, but because he didn’t manage to do a comeback concert in time.

So I had no choice but the sit there and tough it out. As the movie started just before 10pm, I estimated that my bowels will go off at midnight. My own Angels and Demons adventure thus began.

Having already read the book, I knew roughly how it was going to end. This gave me a good reason to leave a little early to answer nature’s call. I chose the scene where the Camerlengo landed. I thought that might be where the best thrills ended so I gave my parting clue to a friend “See you outside”.

The exit led me to a hall; knowing not which way to go, I looked for symbols. I then found one which then led me to the parking lot of the mall, it was the only exit. Definitely no bathrooms here. I made my way to the elevators but I couldn’t afford to wait for it. So I took the stairs and ran down four flights to the shopping level. I was at the right floor, but I was at the wrong end. 

I marched forward desperately searching for the symbol I wanted. And lo and behold, the bathroom and arrow signs. I ran along the path that angels had laid, and along the way some guards spotted me. I figured instantly that anyone who was running in a deserted mall after business hours would look suspicious. I shouted “Bathroom! Bathroom!” to them to keep them at bay. Sure enough, did they not follow me.

I arrived at the light at the end of the path, and there it was: a device to expel my time bomb. It was the most relief I have felt all day. But my adventure did not end there. I had to reunite with my friends, hence I had to find my way back to the exit I took. But the problem is, I forgot which door I came out from as they are all unmarked. 

I was back at the parking lot, and I knew that one of those double doors leads back to the exact cinema hall and I can wait for them at the exit. So I went to the main entrance of the cineplex. and noted the direction of that cinema hall from there. I kept the direction in mind as I exited back to the parking  lot, and stood by the door at my best estimation. 

Sure enough, within a few minutes, a crowd started pouring out. It was all over. I rejoined my friends and described my adventure in detail. For a moment, I took a little pride in myself, having coincided with a movie with a similar plotline. It was time to go home, and I was already at the parking lot. Now, where did I park my car?

Today I will reveal my love for Futurama. *ahem*

I love Futurama.

I love it for its clever stories, witty lines, and science & pop culture references. My favorite episodes are The Luck of the Fryrish, Jurassic Bark, Parasites Lost, The Devil’s Hands Are Idle Playthings (the final episode of the TV run) and Bender’s Big Score, the first movie. I especially like Fry’s luckless attempts to win Leela’s heart, but *spoiler alert* came through in the final movie, Into the Wild Green Yonder.

My favorite scene is in Anthology of Interest I. It depicts a what-if scenario in which Leela is impulsive and ends up massacering the entire crew one by one. But when it came to Fry, she slept with him instead. After that, the conversation on the bed went like this:

Leela: So, how do you like the impulsive, new me?
Fry: I like it.
Leela: Oh yeah? Wait till you see this (Turns off light with menacing grin)
Fry: AAAARRRRGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
Fry: I really like it. 

Due to complications with the producers and studios, the last movie currently stands as the series finale. That means no more Futurama ever! However, the Matt Groening, the creator, expressed his interest in continuing the series, though nothing is certain yet. But one thing is for sure: sales will affect the decision. So guys, if you like Futurama, buy their DVDs! And hopefully this great animated show will live on.