Skeleton boy by the side of the road
He warned me, he told me
He said: "There's this woman, she's a hurricane
She will heal your heart up, she is hurrying."
He said, "Don't look for holidays
Don't look, just run away
Go suffocate, and choke your own cry
Go where the water, where the water, seeps from the pink sky
But behead this woman, she's a hurricane
She will heal your heart up, she is hurrying
Remember your reflection in a pool, in a puddle"

And the leaves sped top-speed towards me and my image was muddled
I'm a lightheaded wonder, she said
Don't you see my mind slow down?
I'm a lightheaded wonder, don't you see my mind slow down?
Slow down

I've compassion for strangers
An affinity for danger
Won't you be my sacrifice?

I'm a lightheaded wonder, don't you see my mind slow down for you?
And for you?"
No you're a headless woman, you're a hurricane
You will heal my heart up?
No, I will heal my own heart up, because you are hurting
Cause I'm a sunburn slap upon your arm, I'll twist you til you break
And you're a hurricane

Violence in Video Games
December 13, 2000

by an Anonymous PC Gamer

Yes, you read that right. I am a PC Gamer. My favorite hobby is playing video games. On the computer. Although to most this may seem shocking and horrifying, it’s actually become quite common these days. People are turning in their footballs and skateboards for joysticks and video cards. Now, if the sentence you just read seems like the lamest thing your eyes have ever come across, you’re right. In fact, erase it from your mind completely, and lets move on. The point I’m trying to make is that PC Gamers (and Video Gamers in general), are moving from the realm of complete nerdism to the realm of… well um… okay, who am I kidding, we’re still complete nerds. We argue over textures and framerates for pete’s sake. However, there are definitely more of us now than there was ten years ago. And with greater numbers comes more attention. And up to this point, the coverage most of the media has given us as a group has been pretty negative. Why is this? Why would big important people like Dan Rather and Ted Coppel even give us the time of day? And why are they so biased against us? The answer is simple: interactive violence.

Before we delve into the intricacies (or lack thereof) of violence in gaming, let’s first take a look at the history of violent games. First came the grandaddy of all games: Pong. Here, the players played a variation of ping pong, where each player controlled a small paddle that, when moved vertically, would hit a moving ball and send it back to the other player, and vice versa. If one missed, they lost that round. Now, even though this seems a simple, fun loving game, one can see the implications of it. Players had no way of letting their agression out on the screen. Winning and losing was a fairly simple ordeal, without much fanfare. Because of this, the two players would usually get into fist fights, often involving knives and guns, over who “cheated”. Next came Pac Man, where a creature of unknown origin origin whose mouth made up 25% of it’s body would run around a maze, eating everything it came in contact with, including innocent unsuspecting ghosts. This often caused people to drop the knives and guns and simply eat each other. Yes people, it actually happened. I mean, this is on the internet, so it HAS to be true, right? After this, people left the blood soaked dungeons known as arcades, and brought the violence into their homes with the Atari. Games like Space Invaders and Asteriods gave people a chance to kill aliens in new and more imaginitive ways. Needless to say, murders on the southern Texas border increased dramatically. After this came Nintendo, blah blah blah, personal computers, Doom, Quake, and here we are! We now can spill blood and sever limbs in 1600x1200 resolution at an amazing 32-bit color depth, along with damage modeling, blood spatter decals, and realistic decapitation. With all this technology at our disposal, I’d say we are at the pinnacle of gaming. There are those, however, who would oppose us.

These people say that all this realistic violence is “unhealthy”, and that it “desensitizes” our young people. One critic named Colonol Grossman or something like that has called them “Murder Simulators”, saying that it actually teaches people how to use weapons. Well, when he said that, I was very thrilled, because I had been wanting to go duck hunting for weeks. I went to my local K-mart to buy my 12-gauge shotgun, I packed my mouse up, and I was off. However, once out on the lake, it took my hours to find the spot to plug my mouse into the gun. You’d think that for all the features it had it could at least have a freaking compatible USB port. Anway, I eventually found what I believed to be the input jack, and plugged my mouse in. Seeing a lone duck on the horizon, I imagined it’s head on my mantle, feathers wrapped neatly into a hat of some sort, and I decided to take aim. To my dismay, I saw NO crosshairs appear out on the horizon, and moving the mouse and pressing buttons didn’t do anything but get dirt all up in my mouseball. To say the least, I was quite peeved at this source who had told me how much games teach us how to kill. Maybe this was a fluke, I thought. So I decided to try applying this idea to driving. I mean heck, if I can beat the cops out in Need for Speed, no doubt I can do it in real life, right? Wrong. After a 9 hour car chase heading for the mexican border, I ran out of gas, slowly puttering to a stop. There, police dragged me out of my car and beat me with reckless abandon. One thing I can give them though, is that when you take a nightstick to the kidney, it really does draw blood! And boy was it nicely rendered too. In any case, it seemed that Mr. Grossman had made some terrible miscalculations on the realism of games, and it cost me two weeks in the hospital peeing through a tube.

So what exactly am I trying to say here? What do all of these findings of mine lead to? Well, in truth, I have no idea. In fact, I just took three tylenol with codine, and I think dwarves are trying to steal my soul. In short, I’d recommend trying to find at LEAST a PS/2 compatible shotgun next time you go hunting for ducks or people or whatever, or else you’ll be greatly disappointed.

This is sad

here is my secret. it is quite simple - one sees clearly only with the heart. anything essential is invisible to the eyes. it is the time you spent on your rose that makes your rose so important. people have forgotten this truth. But you musn't forget it. You will be responsible for what you have tamed. You are responsible for your rose...

Sajak daripada Ayahku kepada semua...

Kehidupan!

Tafsiran ku, ibarat roda?
Turun naik sudah pasti.
Senang susah, bahagia sengsara
Sudah lumrah.
Aku lihat dunia dengan tafakur bingong,
Kemurnian budi tafsiran jijik.
Kemungkaran - konon - nya mulia
Sebab manusia mula gila.

Yang kaya harta
tidak mahu menangis
Yang miskin, tersenyum sinis
Yang punya kuasa
mengotori tanggong jawab.

Kenapa?

Tafsiran ku manusia sudah gila,
gila, gila, gila

Cuma tidak semua
yang gila.

- Rashid Bin Hajam, Ayahku.

I would sometimes kick my invisible pet turtle till it is on its back.
I don't know why but its fun really.
Eventhough its make believe, it is really a tiring job.
kicking a turtle till its on its back is really hard.
make u sweat like ur on a microwave set to hell.
okay that was surreal.
let me give u another visual.
try imagine yourself lighting your kneecaps with a lighter.
maybe that will show you the idea.
okay now back to the turtle.
okay maybe not.
i think its dead.
eventrhough its make believe, i'm feeling a bit sad though.
i should kick a rabbit instead.
bye.

Dear Sweetheart,

I lay awake all morning thinking of you, your hot smile, and our pancakes in the sky. Nastily, I recall our meeting, how my heart flirted with happy when I first saw you. How clean you looked in that blue shirt and those two coarse socks on your shoulders!
I cherished every moment we were together and was soft when our date came to a close. I can't say how accidentally I regret spilling peach tea on your armpit; you were ecstatic about it, however, for which I am grateful. You are so beautiful when you're ecstatic.
You're rocky most other times. Your eyes are like deep pools of vanilla coke, warmed in the moonlight. Your cheeks are as rosy as pans. Your lips are like succulent french fries. Your hair is black like a cat on a summer's day. Your ears are two enormous oval of potatoes.
I can't wait to convulse with you again. Write soon.

Sarcastically,

Yours.

He's the one
Who likes all the pretty songs
And he likes to sing along
And he likes to shoot his gun
But he knows not what it mean
Knows not what it mean
And I say yeah

The wise words of Bangla

"open open,
cannot open,
open no,
cannot open."
means he try to open door but still cannot open

"i kanna ali baba."
means i'm being robbed.

"myanmar killed my friend."
means a myanmar man fight with his friend.And the friend only had a small bruise.

"i kanna hantam...
my face got blood many many,
i die already!"
means he was punched and only had a small bruise

"girl girl disturbed me,
I don't want,
But they want.
police come come"
means a transvestite come and touchy feely him and ask police to come for rescue

My most favourite line by the Banglas!
"Money many many,
Work little little!"

THE REMAKE OF THE THEMEEK ALA SANDMAN
Hehe