Rookie Cop

My Assistant Director took me to a games arcade last night. Yes, you read them right: Assistant Director and games arcade...
First, he played Indy 500 and told me to watch and learn. The other seats were empty when he started, but they filled up quite fast and I didn't have the chance to put what I learnt into action. After the third attempt at "Advanced" level and "Manual" transmission, he got the 4th place. Satisfied with his "achievement", he then took me to Virtua Cop. "You cover for me", he said. With my handphone in my back pocket and my purse under my arm, I took my place. As I had played this game before, I was quite familiar with the shooting-reloading process. Aiming the gun right, I was not so sure...

So we begun shooting criminals. The bad people tend to wear dark clothes, and the good people tend to wear lab coats...(Probably they were trying to rob a pharmacy or a research center.)

One down, two down, three....more and more criminals got killed by us.

Then a scientist/doctor wearing a pristine white lab coat came into my view.

"Help me!", he shouted.

Bang! One innocent scientist/doctor down...MISS ONE LIFE! appeared on the screen.

It happened a few times. I killed at least three civilians by the time the game was over. By the third game, the innocent (bystanders?) killed by me went down to one. My accuracy was 18%. And I was awarded Rookie Cop. My AD was an Average Cop with an accuracy of about 60% hahaha... So much for covering for him.

Sh*tty Evening, Sh*tty Morning, Sh*tty Week

I just need to get this of my system. I'm putting this into my blog because I have to remember this. I will shelf it if I want to, later; but now, this is like a reference.

The latter half of the week had been a sh*tty period for two of my friends. Both cases involved persons with foul mouths and empty heads. One of them is a sad loser, and I think he can't stand being dumped by a girl. He started sending abusive messages to my friend, and then to me. My friend begged me not to retaliate, as he would send more abuses to her. I wish I could do something, but I was worried about my friend. Ah well, there's still a lot of time...I don't forget easily...I will get my revenge...

Rock Kapak?

This was brought to my attention by a close friend recently - almost all Malay slow rock songs have the same rhythm, except the ones written by M. Nasir. That is, if you hear the percussions (usually drums and cymbals) of those songs closely, they have the same beat - thump, dup...thump dup dup..thump, dup...thump dup dup..., and that makes the songs boring and sound similar to each other.

I love that kind of songs - they bring sentimentality without being too sugary - and so I begged to differ.

He still stood by his opinion and so we did a small survey; we listened to a few of what you'll call rock kapak songs in my car. First we listened to Hattan's Memburu Rindu. Strike one for him. Next was Hattan's Mahligai Syahdu, strike two. Maybe it's just Hattan. Spider could not be included in the sample as their songs are not that kapak. So I looked for my Koleksi Lagu-lagu Rock 90-an, but alas, it was missing.

To be fair, I continued the survey today and listened to Wings, Gersang, May and Search (I am an avid fan of rock kapak). And yes, i have to agree, they do have the same rhythm. But that's just one aspect of the song. You still have the melody, and you still have the lyrics. After all, what's a waltz if not for the dum-chak-chak beat?

..And this is my second post...

It has been nearly 10 months since I last logged in a post (which is also my first). So much has happened - I'm not an unemployed graduate anymore, I've relocated to Kuantan, I've found new friends...But I'm still single.
I've been working and living in Kuantan for 6 months. Time does fly; I can still remember my first day (or more appropriately, night) here. I took the flight because I had to report to the office the next day, and I just came back from Manchester a day before that. Talk about being a jet set...But I can't say I'm a true Kuantan person yet, I still drive or hitch a ride back to KL nearly every weekend to get my weekly dose of cosmopolitan life (that translates to traffic jams, crowded shopping malls, let's-go-out-for-lunch Saturdays and Sunday breakfasts of nasik lemak Nenek Miman....)