Friday, December 28, 2007
a) i get a job
b) my world of warcraft subs are renewed
i downloaded Diablo and started playing.
its lotsa fun, i made myself a warrior ( who is actually the most simple class to play) and started dungeon diving. it was slightly therapeutic i must say, clicking on a demon knight and watching him go "arrghlglgleee" and keel over is lotsa fun.
i also was surprised at how well the story stood up, you got to give it to Blizzard, they know how to tell a good yarn.
i was lucky in that around the fourteenth level of the dungeon i got myself this random mace thing. that kicked ass. seriously, it like two shots everything. i found a legendary sword on a blood knight, in the last level, that sucked compared to my mace of ass kickery. it isn't actually called the mace of ass kickery though...
okay, i can see you rolling your eyes, whats so special about this mace aye?
well, items in diablo have a random chance of coming with statistics that are assigned by a suffix and prefix. the mace i found has a super fast attack speed, and has a chance to knock enemies back. what this means is that enemies that rely on stabbing my warrior dude have no chance to do so, since when they get too close they get knocked back. heres the kicker though...the knock back works on diablo himself >_<
he hit me once...and then exploded in a shower of blood and bone and junk.
thats cool and all...but i finished diablo now, and now have to find another time killing device.
oh, and merry christmas!
have an awesome cake 2008!
Saturday, December 22, 2007
i went with Socks to go and see I am Legend. that movie rocked :)
the slack thing though, was that i managed to miss a very important part of the movie, somewhere between the second and third act due to a call of nature. so...the third act was kind of disjointed for me. i still think though, that Will Smith definately deserves some sort of award though. for the whole movie was basically him. he carried it on his shoulders and it worked. yay for the fresh prince! :P
after that, Socks and i went to Griffs place, to chill, play cards and drink grog with the gang. then at about ten we went out to the balcony to talk. we talked until about twelve. so yeah, there was a lot of talking. she also said she liked me. i...the fool that i am, said, thankyou >_<
so yeah, then she asks if i wanted to go for a walk, down bryce street. now i don't want to worry or say anything bad about bryce street..but it can be kind of dangerous. the threat of stabbiness is at a high percentile if you know what i mean. but i went...because she wanted to show me her hood. this is the word that she used.
so yeah...i had fun...although i feel kind of bad. because like i said in a previous post...i'm not a hundred percent in this, ya know? i don't like her like her. gah! emotions are sucky things.
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
well, i got moved to a new shift, which started on Sunday. i can has a co-host, so thats a plus. i'm kinda the invader on her show, since she already had it and established herself on it. what this means is that i get to play kind of a guest character, which is great! mainly because you get to act out a bit more, and play around with styles and stuff. and yes, this is radio i'm talking about :P
the sucky thing is adjusting your body clock, to suit the new shift. i am getting used to it.
hmmm, families...not been too happy lately. i dont know if it's because of the season, or whatever, but my mum and i have been having lots more fights lately. i have also discovered a very passive aggressive side to me that i find disturbing. i hate passive aggressive people! yet thats how i solve the arguments with my mum. tis very weird.
today however, i had a nice talk with her, and she seemed less likely to kill me in my sleep. so that's a plus.
also, if you have a chance to go and see Enchanted, go and do so! it's berry berry good.
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
maybe its a good thing though. i mean, when i'm a hundred percent i tend to overthink things and watch my words too much. maybe i need to just, i dunno, go with the flow. also, a couple of weeks ago i asked someone out, and it did not go well. she...was flattered is the short story.
which kinda ticks me off. why are girls always flattered? what? is that like, the safe thing to say?
anyways, i'm over it. moving on and continuing my lonely walk down lifes highways, sword at my hip and cloak around my shoulders, walking through the rain.
Monday, December 3, 2007
last friday was one my old friends birthday. i didn't know this until i ran into her and her crew when i went out. she looked so happy to see me that i instantly felt slightly guilty for not knowing. then i bought her some alcohol so it made it better. it's amazing how even though you haven't seen someone in ages they can still be exactly how you remember them.
also, i punched a girl in the face. now the actual event was not as bad as that sentence implies. we were dancing ( for decency sake i won't give her some sort of easily deduced nickname) and she did this spinning around and dropping down thing, which was alright except for the bit where her face hit my hand. pretty hard.
she was alright though, no bruises or bleeding, except to maybe both of our egos.
i also need to work on my dancing more.
Monday, November 19, 2007
i've noticed something, it appears that the regularity of my blogging is directly linked to when my World of Warcraft account is down. i mean, its not that i don't want to write or anything...it's just theres alliance to be slain...and gold to be earned. (i wants my epic flying mount, wants it i say!)
anyhow, stuff's actually been happening, you know, in real life. shudder.
for example, last friday (why is it that most of the adventurous things happen when i'm drunk?) the gang went out...and traps was actually happening for once. i ended up hanging out with Betty and her friends for a while, which was alright, although i doubt that i was able to impress much. when albie is drunk he has two modes. dance and rant. honestly, now i that i look back at it, i'm pretty annoying to hang out with when i'm drunk, as wilson can attest to :P
it's also weird that i seem to be the only one who is able to piss wilson off. usually, he's a really friendly guy (except of course, when it comes to the alliance) like that time we to play pool, and he freaked out because i played a little trick with one of the balls. i mean, Arjay was playing with the balls too, and ol' Wil didn't seem to mind. in retrospect that paragraph can be read in a very suggestive way... so let me just affirm that there are "billiard balls" we're playing with here.
my irish accent also pissed him off once. i *think* it was that weekend where i stayed up with Griff all night drinking bourbon. once again, it slightly worries me that i can't pinpoint the excact weekend off the top of my head. my irish accent is also pretty strange, it seems to come out when i am inebriated...despite the fact that i'm only like, an eighth irish. also, it's a pretty bad accent. bad as in terrible, not bad as in good.
and then there are the rants. which are not very handy when trying to impress the fairer sex. for example, here is an exerpt from one of these rants:
albie: why would people just leave peanuts there unless they wanted people to be messed up, i mean, these are the most freaking spicy peanuts i've ever eaten, it's like some sort of bastard offspring of nut and lava. i'm just lucky all this lovely beer is here, to, y'know wash away the spiciness...(rant continues)
lawrence: dude, what are you doing?
albie: talking about peanuts
lawrence: *smacks forehead*
i for one, think my rants are cute. anyone agree?
so yeah, friday was fun ^_^
Thursday, November 15, 2007
Our first stop of the evening was Suva Methodist School, Griff wanted to go and visit his brother, who's a teacher in the north and had brought a whole contingent of athletes down for the Chow Games that are going on. so we mosey on up to the school at around nine at night to find the gate locked. we then look for an "alternative" form of entry and found that next to main gate there's this little hole thing in the chain link fence that's about two feet high.
so we went in through the hole. Griff pulls through like an expert, while i get the knee of my jeans caught on a wire and fall. But regardless, we're in. Then we go and see his brother. Nobody tried to stop us or anything. i mean, you've got Griff, who is pretty scary until you get to know him, and me, who...isn't that scary, but could be in a dark room...with bunnies as the alternative. the teachers and stuff kind of just assumed we were supposed to be there i guess. which suited us fine.
After meeting Griff's brother we escaped before we were roped into drinking grog with the oldies and took off for town. I also managed to get a nice scrape on my head from crawling through that god damned gate.our next stop was Traps, which was alright...not too crowded or anything, but not packed. anyway, Griff had somehow managed to get his hands on a couple of beers. i did not question how he did this. all i know is he told me to wait in the front bar while he went in. five minutes later he returns with beer, muttering something about feeling dirty.
now, we run into an acquaintance of ours, who looks very happy to see me, and absolutely demands that we go to the other club, since apparently the one we're in is "so dead, man". i tell her that the reason we're here is because i can't get into the other club, (see this story...honestly i get a stopped a lot going into that club) and she says not to worry about, shes pretty confident she can get me in.
this is basically what happened next:
"you ain't gettin' in here boyeeee."
so, i hung my head in shame, and walked home in the surprisingly humid night air. the suck thing is, that now i'm a marked man, and will probably be unable to get in there ever again. on the positive side, i now have plenty of material for new comic adventures. yay!
Sunday, November 11, 2007
But this wasn't to be, my mate Lawrence was feeling depressed, so we decided to hit the town in full force, all the boys. i also made a promise to mate Griff, after we decided to go out. you see usually, i find a way to leave the party train before it gets too late, so that i can get some sleep and recover, and so that the hangover the next day isn't so bad. But Griff made me promise that i'd keep up with him that night.
I should never had made that promise.
To put it simply, Griff is crazy. when it comes to drinking i have yet to meet someone with an Iron Liver like his. We drank, then we drank, and then we drank some more. Also, we watched some 24.
is it just me, or is Jack Bauer the most kickass Counter Terrorist ever? If he was in Counter Strike everyone would pick him.
so it's five in the morning, and we finish the drinks, we're at Griffs house, and i am too drunk to go home. So i say my good mornings and knock out in the spare room. Hello drunken sleep.
two hours later, there is a cat in my face, meowing so freakin' loudly.
this wakes me up with a start, for one, i'm still drunk, i'm confused because i'm in a strange bed, and this cat is getting in the way of me sleeping. so i do what any normal man would do. i punch the cat as hard as i can.
what's weird about the whole thing is that Griff doesn't even have a freaking cat.
and that was my awesome weekend, and now i have an awesome hangover.
i need a girlfriend...
Monday, November 5, 2007
for weeks i've searching for a good eraser...most of the ones i buy end up being slightly gritty, and not always getting rid of all the pencil marks, leading me to rub harder and mess up the paper (no bad thoughts people...please).
but this morning, i went to the store to pick up my monthly block of paper and saw this eraser on the shelves. i tried it about forty seconds ago. i love it.
Sunday, November 4, 2007
Lawrence took off for the west on friday, didn't get to see him off but we did get lunch on friday. last i heard was that he was still in nadi...on sunday night. i think we all need to make a collective d'oh.
love is a funny thing isn't it? i remember one time, a year or so ago, when my dad and i were talking about this strange thing. we were sitting on the verandah at the back of our house at sunset and he had a glass of wine and i had my coca cola and we were just yarning about how our day had gone.
i started telling him about this girl, whom i refer to in this blog as noodle, and how much i liked her. more than that though, i wanted some advice from him, mostly because i had no idea how to go about this whole thing properly, and noodle was the first girl i actually had the urge to try and make things work with. despite of course, the numerous problems and difficulties that could (and did) arise.
he told me that i just had to work at it. thats all.
so yeah, this weekend noodle and i had a bit of a tiff. well, not a bit...sort of a big one. i dunno, its kinda hard to gauge these things when both parties are on opposite sides of the planet. during this time of confusion, i kept repeating my mantra:
"i have really cool shoes"
then of course there was the obligatory drowning of the sorrows, which included a trip to Traps! yay!
sadly, the only action that i got was a gay man who shook my hand for and uncomfortably long time and told me how much he loved my radio show...seriously. i don't think mike and griff are going to let me forget that for a while.
i also finally managed to clear Shadow Lab with Seedus the mage. i would go into detail with it here, but it doesn't really go with the whole tone of the Awesome Cake blog. i am, however, considering starting blog for mr. mage. i'd call it Cannon of Glass or something, it'd be sweet. like PoM and Pyro. opinions people?
so yeah, weekend was...mostly the suck.
apart from finishing Slab.
and the new shoes.
Thursday, November 1, 2007
women are complicated. this is an established fact. don't try to deny this.
i asked him if it was normal that i haven't been feeling the urge to pursue girls lately. when i was younger (he says with smoking jacket and pipe) i had this urge to pursue females all the time. i think it was hormones...anyway, lately i've been feeling slightly complacent about the whole let's find someone to date sorta thing.
my friend suggested that maybe i have a lack of confidence when it comes to women. i doubt this, i talk to women all the time, they make up half of the population for crying out loud, i just don't flirt with a whole lot of them.
anyway, writing this out is kind just a mental disgorging of thoughts i've been thinking lately.
addendum: i wrote this post a couple of days ago. yesterday i found out that i very much like flirting with female peoples. so yes, basically this post is pointless except for the fact that it points out that i have no idea what i want at times ^_^
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
why do i help out so much?
i like to think that people appreciate it, the little extras that you put in, taking the time out of your life, what little you have of it, to help out in a time of need. but the truth is, that rarely happens. i mean sure, people are greatful, but i don't know, eventually they just take it for granted that you're always going to be there to do things.
i love my job, it's what i wake up in the morning to do, but i know the limitations that come from it, and the danger it carries. the truth is, when i comes to presenting, burning yourself out is a big risk, and lately i've been wondering if i've burnt out. i just feel so tired lately...it could be the three hours of sleep i got last night, in between shifts, but i could really use some z's at the moment.
this post is really more of a rant than an attempt to make some kind of sense or coherance. please bear this in mind.
Monday, October 22, 2007
i'd go searching for each and every Dragonlance book i could find, which eventually led me to the Deathwing Cycle by the same authors, which i also read meticulously. it's sad to think about it, but my favorite novels are based on dungeons and dragons modules.
and then i saw this on Deviantart this morning, and a part of me just smiled. i loved Little Nemo in Slumberland as a kid. i'd watch it over and over again (as well as Fern Gully, which made that piece of art even more sweet), even though i got scared in the bits when the bed grew legs and walked. i used to have nightmares about falling off of that bed. i also used to have dreams about that princess...although at the time i was slightly confused as to some of my feelings towards said princess.
i miss being that young sometimes, and i'm only eighteen. i think today i'm going to go and see if i can find the dvd at comsol.
Thursday, October 18, 2007
we didn't call it a crew back then, but if i could go back i would.
anyway, so the gang just so happened to be meeting up at USP that morning to hang out and stuff. so i went to catch up. it was good fun, reminded me a lot of the good old days of sitting in the back of the classroom and yarning away about nothing in particular.
also, apparently Gulong ng Palad is a good watch. i don't know what my friends are doing watching Filipino soaps, but it's the latest thing since Shortland Street apparently.
so it was day of reminisces and nostalgia. i enjoyed myself immensely.
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
yesterday i introduced a friend of mine to world of warcraft. he had heard of this before...this world of warcraft, but he had not played it, merely listened as the rest of us rattled on about mobs and aggro and pallies bubbling like bitches.
so i sat him down at the computer and told what does what, and walked him through the first three levels or so.
now, it's important to keep in mind that when you're teaching someone, the best thing to do is to let them try things out on their own, and make their own mistakes, which is what i did. eventually he started to get the hang of things, finishing quests, putting on better gear ( well, more gear, since you don't start with much) and such.
and he was a noob.
it was beautiful, everything was new and different to him, and i look forward to that feeling somewhere down the line where i can be a noob again at some other game.
so when you meet a real noob, someone like a warlock with plus attack power gear, or a strictly melee hunter, do not scorn them. we were all noobs once.
also, this post has a lot to do with world of warcraft.
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
however, today i did feel good enough to draw some pictures. my first foray into getting back into the art groove was this :
its very sketchy...and not very well done, but it least it's getting on the right track right? right!?
so because i had a lotta spare time on my hands i started going through my old sketchbooks, and found a little sketch i did of my mage when he got his hawkstrider at level 40, (big thanks to wilson for lending me the gold to buy boco ^_^ )
yeah, then i mucked around for a bit, did some computer stuff's, because that's always fun, listened to some music, and then decided to do one more picture...
which ended up being this:
i like drawing the hellbat :)
yeah... so i still feel like crap, and am planning to go to work tommorrow. mainly because i can't afford to miss too many days of work. so we'll see how that goes.
Sunday, October 7, 2007
Friday, October 5, 2007
like most days, my day started at 3AM. i work as a presenter for a breakfast show, so i have to be up extra early to catch the van that takes me to work. so i was up at 3, ready by half past and in the van by quarter to four. and then off to work i went. nothing to much to report about that. except that i had to pull an extra shift, so i was in that little box of a studio for about nine hours.
blinking at the light of the early afternoon, i stepped out of the building at two, and got lunch with Lawrence. lunch time conversation involved erections and teacher/student fantasies. if further information is needed, feel free to send me an email.
after lunch, i decided to go home and get ready for the planned evening of fun and frolicking. which meant getting emails and stuff out of the way at home ( i received a nice one from my monkey ninja lady, which put a smile on my face for the rest of the day).
while i was in the bathroom, i was faced with a conundrum.
to shave or not to shave, truly that is the question.
now, when we go out to the clubs, i like to think that the way you carry yourself is everything, and if you're lucky, they won't ask you for ID. my friend wilson on the other hand, is older than i am, and gets stopped a lot for his ID, and he's much older than i am. whereas i can pretty much count the number of times i've been stopped by bouncers. twice.
at the moment though, i'm trying to increase the volume of facial hair that i possess. don't ask me, why, so i shaved. because my good friend told me that is the way to increase you facial hair potential quotient ( or the FHPQ as it's known in some circles).
the old crew got together, and we were set for our night of planned debauchery.
first up was drinks at bad dog, which was fun. i like bad dog, its kinda like the closest thing we have to a proper pub in Suva, except that the food is bloody expensive.
after that, we went and had dinner. mistake number one of the evening, as this sobered up our little drinking crew. so much so that we decided to go and watch Resident Evil : Apocalypse.
the movie was, meh, i guess. it was alright, Milla Jovovich is very hot, but her character Alice, is very overpowered. they need to nerf her. really, in one scene she takes out most of a container full of zombies. with Gurkha knives.
after the movie, we lost one of our crew, not to zombies, but to tiredness. he had had a long day, and decided to bow out early for the evening. leaving just four brave men to venture out into the rainy suva night.
karaoke was the name of the game now, and many songs we did sing. i would elaborate further, but i won't. karaoke is like fight club. the first rule of karaoke, is that you don't talk about karaoke.
then we decided to go to O'Reillys. where the bouncer stopped me and asked for my ID. see, what i did earlier in the post was foreshadow this event with the whole shaving question thing. that's some professional writing right there.
i could tell though that my mates really wanted to check out O'Reillys, and even though i got into Traps i decided that i'd take my leave and head on home. i mean, it was turning midnight and i'd been up since three. i badly needed some Z's.
and yeah, that was my day, long and hard. just like...a marathon.
Wednesday, October 3, 2007
so what was i to do?
i made friends with her first, of course, because i am a very friendly person, except towards Nazis. we started hanging out, first at school, and then we'd spend the afternoon in town, sometimes with our other friends, and sometimes just the two of us. i was happy. unfortunately, what i didn't do was tell her that i fancied her.
even now i can remember why i liked her, she had all the things about her that i like in a girl. she was smart, could carry a conversation about anything, and had a great smile. she also had breasts. but that wasn't the only reason why i liked her! i swear! it's just...she also happened to have a nice rack.
and then the sucky thing happened. i refer to it as the sucky thing, because it was a major event in my life that sucked.
it was a July afternoon, and we were walking to the canteen to buy something to drink. i remember it was the two of us walking across the court, oblivious to the other kids playing around us and just talking about things. then she looks at me and asks me,
"Albie, what do you think of Brett?"
okay, his name wasn't really Brett, I'm just using this name as an alias, because well, i don't feel like going out of my way to ask him if he'd mind me using his name in my blog on the intar-webz.
"um," i replied, "i think he's alright, he's good at basketball."
i said, plumbing the depths of my knowledge of this person who had previously been a background character in the stage show that is my life.
"well, yesterday he asked me if i wanted to go steady with him, and i said yes, isn't that great?"
it was a while before i replied, and honestly, to this day i can't remember what i said after that. i know that before that moment, i was happy, and after that, i was extremely depressed.
i learned some valuable lessons that day, you have to let people know where you stand. unless you know someone who is psychic, they'll never know how you feel unless you tell them. or make it reeeeally obvious.
a lesson we can all learn from this innocent (yet ruggedly handsome) blogger, is one that many have often been forced to learn. don't count your chickens before they hatch into dinosaurs. (also, i love brackets)
Monday, October 1, 2007
on thursday i have plans to go and get coffee with...let's call her Betty. now, i've had coffee with Betty before, several times in fact. i have learnt from past experience that she cancels often and is bad at returning phone calls. this thursday is different though, because she asked me if i wanted to get coffee. switching gender roles ftw!
i enjoy Betty's company, she's smart, funny, is interested in stuff like anime and art, and is an awesome artist to boot. she also has a cute nose.
so why am i not that excited about this thing on thursday? there was a time when i would've have been all worried and junk about it.
i think part of it might be because i kinda called her because Lawrence was bugging me to. well, in his roundabout way he was bugging me to. what he was actually doing was making lewd suggestions and facial expressions like he usually does. maybe i'm feeling obligated to go through with this thing now?
anyway, that's enough introspection for now, i have work to do.
"albert, go and pay the bills."
so during the show, in between announcer breaks i carefully plotted the most time efficient way to pay said bills, without cutting into valuable comic drawing time, because i was late one comic for the fiji times, and didn't want to miss out on the awesome money which they pay me.
i decided that i would take care of the bills that i could pay in town first, then skip over to the computer hardware shop to get me a new flashdrive, after that i'd travel out to raiwaqa and pay the internet bill. now raiwaqa isn't that far out of the way, but it is kinda a hassle to catch a cab all the way out there and take another back to town.
so i did all that, i payed the bills like a good man of the house should, and then i went home to draw my comic. which of course turned out to be the worst gosh darn comic i ever drew, thanks to my lack of time on it. no time of course though, i had to rush it over to the papers, and hand it in. the graphic designer who i work with there, then informs me that the accounts lady is looking for me, so i take off around the building to see the accounts lady this is the actual conversation i have with her, i swear to the appropriate deity:
"are you albert
"yes, yes i am."
"you're not albert
"dammit woman, I'm albert, now give me the cheque for my literary contributions to your publication!"
well, i might've been slightly less eloquent than that, but it was pretty accurate.
so yeah, after the whole long day is gone and done, i go home, and tell my mum that i went all over the city to pay the bills.
and then she says,
"you know that you could have just paid the bills at the post office right."
luckily i cut my hair recently, otherwise i woulda torn it out.
also, albert is getting coffee with a girl on thursday. more information on this as it comes to light.
Sunday, September 30, 2007
anyway, it was good, a whole bunch of the media bigwigs showed their faces and shook hands and kissed ass and all that, which is to be expected when they gather under one roof. the beer was free, i enjoyed that.
the ceremony was pretty short and sweet, with about one award a minute going out, i guess they didn't want a whole Oscars night, that lasts ages because people are giving speeches. because we all know how them media people love their chatter. so yeah, they announced the winner, the winner runs on stage quickly, grabs their new paperweight and runs off stage before the next winner is announced. it was a good cycle. a cycle of winners.
i'm tempted at this moment in time to make slightly vitriolic comments regarding the amount of entries that were handed in. the thing is, you have to enter yourself in the competition, to have a chance to win. i don't know if there's a way to sponsor someone for an entry, but the only ones who were considered for awards were people who were confident enough to blow their own horns so to speak.
but regardless, the food was good, the beer was tasty, my uncle scooped a prize and i got to catch up with an old friend from my high school days, which is always good. she almost ran me over with her car later on in the evening, but i would tried to do the same had i been in that situation.
but yeah, one day, i'm going to be famous. i'm already awesome, so it'll kinda be like a step down.
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
i honestly have not been as scared of a game like that, since i played Resident Evil 2 on the playstation. it's atmospheric, and moody, well made and .... freaky.
whispers in dark corners, people arguing in the distance, and a sense of wrong-ness that permeates through the city of rapture. and don't get me started on the little girls. it may be cheap to use children for scares ( the ring, grudge, movies like that) but goddamn, sometimes it's done well.
bioshock scares me...