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The Good, The Bad and The Facepalm.

Got Skills To Scratch?

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Sure, definitely, I can scratch. I mean, I’m a pro, didn’t you know that? I’m the best ever scratcher available! Give me an itch, any itch and I’ll scratch it, and damn will I scratch it goooooooood. =D

Haha, now the kind of scratching I’m talking about lies in an absolutely different context. It’s DJ scratching. And again this form of DJ Scratching lies also in another different context.

Anyone seen this before?

Yes people, Celcom UOX decided to come by HELP University College today and set up their booth at the Lower Foyer of main block to hold both a DJ Hero and FIFA World Cup gaming competition. The gaming platform available was the ever versatile PS3.

Now, me being a huge fan of the Hero and Rockband franchises, the moment I caught wind of DJ Hero coming out I knew I had to give it a try. The thing is I never really got a chance to play this game until today.

Celcom UOX was giving some people a shot at winning one of the three available prizes for DJ Hero (of course the same prizes are available for FIFA but I’m more interested in the latter) and I shall refrain from letting you readers know what the prizes are since I myself am competing to win. Yes, turning about RM10.00~RM40.00 into one of those prizes is definitely worth it.

And guess who made the 1st place High Score and beat the second players score by two times more points?

Now I never meant to sound like I was bragging, I was surprised myself, I’m normally quite sucky with these games and it takes forever for me to get one song down pat. And believe me, the game is more complex than it seems, the controller is nice and simple enough to use but when your fingertips get sweaty you have quite the high risk of slipping off the buttons when you need to scratch at a certain part of the song. And the game features a track in which you need the crossfader to follow, meaning if the track for blue moves left you have to move the crossfading switch to the left and if the track for green moves to the right you have to move the switch to the right. Red never gets affected but with green and blue, if you don’t keep it in the middle of the track, either one gets affected and you gain less points. Plus you have various effects that help you gain more points but only means more multitasking and I assure you, us males are quite useless in that department, I mean, I cant even talk on the phone and look for something in the fridge to eat at the same time. XD Go females, kudos to you for mastering such a complex art 😉

Celcom UOX will still be there tomorrow as well from 8am-6pm again to give more people a shot at trying any of the games but for the FIFA, you football fans better sign up now cause it’s one of those tournament type matches and if I’m not mistaken it was almost full when I finally left.

So if you’re there tomorrow to try out, best be assured, I’ll be there to top your score until I get something.

Cheers. =)


Written by Aris Raphael

June 14, 2010 at 11:17 pm

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This is so zen…

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I went to Sunway Pyramid yesterday with Karmun, Benny and his girlfriend Su Juin around 4pm and being a Saturday, everyone in the car park was waging a war against one another. I’m talking serious free-for-all melee bullshit, Axis against Allies, Barrack Obama against John McCain, God against the devil, Jesus against Darwin, Albert Einstein against Stephen Hawking, Chuck Norris against McGuyver and various supermodels against the everlasting battle of the bulge, and I mean, it was hectic. My advice, you wouldn’t want to go near 3 people in those carparks on the said day and various similar days, God, Jesus and Chuck Norris. =)

It’s very heartening to know that with the majority of our society receiving some form of tertiary education either overseas or locally, the various form of culture and etiquette reminders constantly spewed by the media, all those moral classes we sat through during our secondary and tertiary education, our parents constant reminders to say please, thank you, receive things with your right hand, letting the elderly sit on the empty seats in the bus, trains, planes, our society is still much very stubborn to learn even a few of these.

We saw a group of people walking to your car and I rolled down the window to ask them if they were leaving and whether we could have the spot if they were indeed leaving, and the very courteously replied yes, smiled and showed us the way. After following them for a few seconds, we came to the bay, and since I wanted to reverse park in I moved my car to the front a little bit further and put on my left signal. Now, we all know, drivers or not, that when someone has put on a left signal, that person is either turning, or taking the next available parking space either in front or behind their vehicle. Once noted that the signal is on, one should wait for this person to take action on said available parking space before taking their own action because this person is in front of your car and parking bays are available on a first come first serve basis.

But no, two old Chinese aunties promptly zoomed in and blocked me from reversing in. At this moment, I had enough. I’ve seen to many of these scenarios and even experienced quite a number of them myself, I fucking had enough of this nonsense.

Now, I know it would have been very hypocritical of me to do this but I got out of my car and walked over and asked them if they were here before me. I could tell the woman standing in front of the almost vacant lot (the previous occupants were only just leaving), I suppose she was there to act as a human shield oblivious to the fact that if I were to run her over by backing into her she would not have served her purpose much. She just stared at me, I knew she was lost, didn’t know what to do, and the fact I was pissed to the brim, she was scared. Her friend in the car gestured her hand at me to leaved in all her Chink auntie fashion.

After that, I gave them the finger, shouted at them “Fuck You Bitch’s” , and left. Now the only thing standing between a Falcon Punch and them was the law. If the law was on my side, I’d have used a more elephant tranquilized version of Chuck Norris’ roundhouse kick. So the only anger outlet I had was that tiny insignificant fingered gesture and most delightfully colourful array of falvourful words. Yes, yes, I know it did no good but trust me, if you’ve had that done to you about 15 times, you’d probably end up doing the roundhouse kick, or backing into them. So forgive me for my brashness, I trust you, I’m currently trying to keep my temper in check.

I now hope their daughters get pregnant before their time and their husbands cheat on them with a hooker and that their sons develop a drug habit and ends up borrowing money from loan sharks so much that even selling their own kidneys on the black market wouldn’t do any good.

Lol I’m kidding, I’m kidding.

Yes, we Malaysians are wonderful people to chat and have dinner with, but with much influence from our close neighbour, Singapore, or from some other sources, we might have adopted a similar “Kia Su” attitude when it comes to exams and parking spaces or whose son or daughter has got a higher paying job. Now, now, don’t get riled up, I’ve got many Singaporean friends who aren’t like that at all, and I know that to you who are Singaporean and reading my blog are not like that as well. It’s just a general definition of our cultural similarities as well as nothing but a harmless armchair theory.

So it’s good to know that our society is still stuck in the middle ages, I remember when there was a time I can’t remember a time when we were all nice, polite and courteous.

So I have decided to keep my temper in check from now on and refrain from my oh so favourite hobby of road raging and just be more zen about these things. Water does not harden and retaliate like a rock, it absorbs and drowns whatever it is in which it has encountered.

There’s a woman sitting on my right listening to Title’s Up by The Saturdays at the largest of her Hewlet Packard’s speaker capacity causing me to loose my not only train of thought but the entire train itself  for the fifteenth time.

I’m currently contemplating my options to either ask her if she’d like to borrow my headphones, or play DotA at the top of MY Dell Inspirion 14R’s SRS Premium Sound’s speakers capacity and drive her to insanity with FIRST BLOOD’s and MMMMMMONSTER KILL’s.

Cheers people. =)

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June 13, 2010 at 3:22 pm

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Paranormal Activity

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Benny talked in his sleep last night

He dreamt that he was doing something in regards to the student council.


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February 16, 2010 at 12:50 pm

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Just An Update

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Hey Peeps,

My categories aren’t organized yet but not to worry, will do so soon !! =D


now who’s nice enough to give me an angpao eh ? XD

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February 15, 2010 at 11:17 am

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The Quick Post (but it’s long)

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Okay, okay, I knew I said that I would update more often but I hadn’t found the time to do so, so don’t crucify me yet.

On Friday, before Km and I headed back to Penang, we and Jason were on the bus from KPD back to Main Block when Jason sat down next to this person (I shall refrain from identifying the sex, name nor any other descriptions that may give this person away).

Let’s just say that there are some pretty (for the lack of a better word) funny (and I’m being generous) people out there. I know that there are those who try and then there are those who try too hard. And finally you reach one who deserves, in all it’s glory, the biggest facepalm on earth.

 If no palm big enough can be found, not to worry, it can be replaced with the tripple facepalm

Step 1: facepalm

Step 2: execute a double facepalm with your other hand (this does not require one to remove the previous palm)

Step 3: borrow a friends palm and execute the tripple facepalm

Fine, I’ll cut to the chase.

Jason, Km and I were talking about random stuff, well, as random as we can get, and this person sitting next to Jason (who so unfortunately found the seat next to this person infront of us) couldn’t help but hear (trust me, couldn’t) and catch the interest in our conversation.

So our conversation drifted to cocktails and the drink in question was the Bloody Mary.

Hehe, just kidding, just a little tongue in cheek (so please don’t crucify me). Yes, yes for those who’ve been blogging for years and have managed to achieve a celebrity status and hence start to scrutinise and criticise every single blog you come upon, forgive me for stirring thy anger and unleashing thy lords wrath and fury simply because, I know I said the word drink but cant a guy crack a lame joke without getting shot for it ? Jeez gimme a break. If you cant that just goes to show how much your sense of humour amounts to…. Either that or Jason’s got his Army knife open at all angles and shoved up your ass derriere.

So, yes the cocktail, Bloody Mary as illustrated below.

So we were talking, and Jason wondered if you could switch the regular Tabasco sauce with the Habanero Tabasco sauce and rename it Screaming Mary, or Mary’s Screaming Orgasm. Jason, Jason. XD

Just so you’ll know, Habanero boasts as the worlds hottest hot sauce so if you’re up for it I suggest you go get a bottle, it’ll leave you like this

So, with all that aside, we started to list down the ingredients for a Bloody Mary.

Ingredients: Vodka, Tabasco Sauce, Pepper, Salt, Tomato Juice, Lemon Juice (just a little) and a Celery Stick

Then out of the blue, this person just turns around to us and says “Really ? That’s what it’s made of ? I never knew”

Now at this point we thought that this person was ok (I said at this point, that point, that one point which changed every nice perception we had)

And this person now finally goes on saying “I’ve wondered why they call it a cocktail, do you know ? I mean, to put 2 words together one of them being vulgar and the other a random object and name it for drinks. Don’t you find that disturbing ? I mean think about it (this person refused to stop, and people started to stare cause this person was talking at the top of his voice) COCK and TAIL !! COCKTAIL it’s like saying the COCK has a TAIL ! Do you know what vodka is made of ? I know. Do you know ? (I answered potatoes, this only shuts this person up for about 3 secs) Owh ok. I’ve always wondered why do people call each other fucker. I mean (Km tried to shut him up by saying “Isnt it kinda like why girls call each other bitches ?” and this proves futile too) like people call me fucker, and I tell them I’m not a fucker I’m a virgin !! Kinda like that song ‘tell tell your boyfriend, that I’m a vegetarian and I ain’t fucking scared of him’ ”

At this point there was this girl who gave him the wth look. And we didn’t know where to put our faces.

Luckily the bus just arrived and we left with haste, yes, I never knew I could run that fast,  I do le Parkour but never in my life have I blazed out of the bus that quick.

So to this person, I salute you. You deserve a facepalm.

So here it is.




So, there, I’ve updated, now stop grumbling and once you’ve read it, shut off your computer and go outside and play.

Written by Aris Raphael

February 14, 2010 at 4:25 pm

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Many Thanks

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Hey all, to those who read my post, thank you !! *applause applause* you know who you are !!

To those who read my post AND clicked on the widget, an even BIGGER thank you !! *applause x 4* you know who YOU are !!

We’ve managed to get the researchers to sit down for a good solid 30 minutes !

I know it may not seem as big as I’m making it to be but hey, Rome wasn’t built in one day right ? So spread the word about the post, spread it to your friends, family, your colleagues, boss, I don’t care who, your dog, caterer, maid, flight attendant, body guard, driver, just spread spread spread !! People out there need to know about cancer awareness as cancer is the top number one killer in the world today !! It doesn’t care who you are, it is not biased and it could be after you !!

So our next goal is to get the researches to park their butts on the chair for a good solid ONE HOUR !! Can we do that people ? YES WE CAN !!

Long term goal is to get them to park their butts and don’t get up until they find a damn cure >_>

God bless, people !!

Over and out

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September 26, 2009 at 10:53 am

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A Promise Fulfilled

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Okay, so I did overshoot my timing by a….well not little but, lets just give it to me at face value, I kept my promise alright ? So here’s a new post =D

Well, let me introduce you to the single most important woman in my life (when the wife comes into the picture she’ll be the next one so hold your horses ladies, there’s plenty of me to go around !! =D haha I’m kidding). She gave my life, live, education, strength, hope, happiness, moral values, virtues, goals, advice, money, clothes, great food, a sense of well being, safety, security, clarity of thought, spiritual guidance, spiritual growth, encouragement, constructive criticism, fun and so much more.

Hey guys, this is my mom =)

God rest her sould

God rest her soul

Hard to believe that one woman could have such an impact in my life eh ?

Hard to believe that just about 2 months back, she was still around with me, hard to believe that she was there with me last christmas, hard to believe that no matter how hard times where, there was always a present under the tree, a cake on every birthday, food on the table, someone to talk to, hard to believe that she was the one who put me through college, hard to believe that she was the one who put me through high-school, the one who held my hand when it was my first day in primary, kindergarten, the one who held my hand the moment I was born, happy I made it out healthy and strong.

Last Christmas and the Last Christmas together

Last Christmas and the Last Christmas together

Hard to believe, that she’s now gone…

Margaret George Phillips, passed away on the 23rd of July 2009.

In her sleep.

With a smile on her face.

Despite the pain that she went through, despite feeling every inch of her body and mind wasting away, confined to the hospital bed knowing that there was nothing she could do about it even if she didn’t want her son to see her like that. She still kept fighting.

She wanted a catholic burial but her “lawfully legal husband” wouldn’t grant her that one last wish. As her son, I did the best I could, I brought the priest to give her her last rites. Despite her aching body and wasted mind due to the morphine, she was smiling for a good hour, this was the day before she died.

The priest said “she’s holding on to something, people in this stage would normally have let go” and I knew why.

My mother was the really overbearing and protective mother, she did give me my freedom but with restrictions, she would never bear to see her son in any difficult situation whatsoever, she would never leave her son, she would never want to leave him alone no matter how hard it would be.

Being a God fearing person, she too believed that when the Good Lord calls you by name, regardless what you’re doing, what position you’re in, it’s time for you to go home. And that was her time. The only person I know who managed to fight God for a good couple of days, just to stay alive for her son.

The single most painful moment of my life was not losing her, really, it was my duty as her son, to tell her to go and move on. It was about 4.45pm in the evening, the sun was still shining outside when I sat down by her bed, bent close to her so she could hear me and whispered into her ear “mom, don’t worry about me, I’m fine, I’m 19, you’ve done so much and even more for me, you’ve equipped me with the tools to take care of myself, mom, you’ve gotten your dream, to watch your son grow up into a fine young man, mom, please don’t hold on, everyone has agreed to look out for me so you wont have to worry your pretty little head, mom, I love you very much, so please, you’ve never listened to your son once right ? So just this once, please listen, and let go”

Correction, that wasn’t the most painful part, the most painful part was watching her, unable to speak, shake her head and frown, although she couldn’t speak coherently anymore, I knew she said “no son, I can’t leave you alone, you’re just a baby, you’re still my baby, who’s going to take care of you” trust me, as her son, I know what she said.

If you don’t know what I mean, ever had those moments with your mother, where you seem to be able to know what she was thinking ? That’s the bond a mother and her child has.

My mother passed away the next day, robbed of her spirit, body, dignity and all by a single being called cancer.

So if you feel for me, please click on the widget in the top right hand corner that says “Stand Up To Cancer”, support my cause, support me in my fight against the being that took my mothers life, and many other lives out there as well. Just by clicking it you fund the research to finding a cure for cancer, no matter how small and insignificant this step may be but big things come in small packages.

Cancer robs not only that one person of his or her life but the life of others who are around that person, their worlds will come crashing down, just like how mine did, I’m trying to cope and pick myself up, my mother wouldn’t want me to fall.

She would have wanted her son to do something like this, help her by helping others, she loved to help people, and has always wanted to do missionary work, and worked hard to cure herself so she could be an inspiration to other affected people out there. Although that didn’t come true, I’m taking this one more step further, by supporting this cause in hopes that a cure for cancer will be found. And that many people out there, when they say bye, they would get to say hello to each other again the next day, and Christmas will be a little less lonely and a little less sad. So please support my cause, and all those causes out there aimed at getting rid to cancer once and for all.

This post is dedicated to my mother, and for those who knew her, their sister, aunt, and very much close and loved friend.

Mom, I love you very much and you’ll always be missed.

God bless and rest the soul of Margaret George Phillips.

This was her favourite Psalm.

Psalm 23

The Lord is my Shepard, I shall not want, He makes me lie down in green pastures, He leads me beside still waters, He restores my soul, and I shall walk in the path of righteousness for His namesake, yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil for Thou are with me, Thy rod and Thy staff they comfort me, Thou prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies, Thou anoint my head with oil, my cup runneth over, surely His goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life and I shall dwell in the house of the Living God now and forever.


Written by Aris Raphael

September 25, 2009 at 2:06 am

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