25? NO WAI !!! Srsly?!?!

So this is what being 25 feels like. I wonder if I've passed my quarter life crisis. Hmm. Well, heres to another 25, insyaAllah.

A message.

Mr Robotman, E-boybilized!

Just recently, I've been fascinating over the 'how the heck did they do what they do' over at Eboy.com

So finally, after a bit of researching and a bit of experimenting, I think they've been using traditional bitmap editor, such as Slavasoft's Paint Express. Of course, I could be wrong. In fact, im pretty sure I'm wrong.

Anyway, I tested out this software and came out with a Mr Robotman. Maybe ts not the eboy style of drawing or whatever, but hey, its my style. Checkit!

Photo manipulation site!!!

Okay, I finally found the site for the before and after photos of celebs (non-porn, you sickos). Checkit!'

Edit: Farok added this site too also. Click!

Menyakat anak sedaraku.

From the archives my camera phone. We were waiting for the arrival of my sis and her husband at the airport from China. Half an hour passed and they still hadn't arrived yet. And so, to amuse my self...

Aha! A sleeping victim! Grandpops cant save you now. He's having his cuppa.
"Snkkhxxx....."

"Snkhxxx.... mm? woo-? bwhoo? hmm.. snkhxxx..."

"ZZZZzzzsnkhxx... ngee...mmmphh.... eh?? *snort* hmm...zzzZZz..."

I was looking for a song on the net but can seem to find it on Kazaa at home. So today at work I asked K-Rol the IT dude to help and have a looksee in the IRC if that song is available for a bit of a semi-legal download. As I stepped in his office...

Omigod! Is that... "Eh, K-Rol. I need your help. Reckon you could help me look for a song from the Nacho Libre movie. El Hombre Religioso by Mr. Loco?" That color...

"Okay," he said, writing down the song name and singer.

"Alrighty, thanks, man." I glanced back just to confirm. Peh, bior betol... I thought. Do my eyes deceive me???

So I went back to my office and turned on my pc. Waited for it to boot up, keyed in my username as password and twiddled my thumbs for a bit and mulled things over. 3 minutes later, I went back to K-Rols office.

"Dude, uh, reckon I could borrow your 'Appointments' section from the Star?" Seriously?!?!

"Its Friday lah today!"

"Oh, yeah. I fergot!!! I, uh, thought it was Saturday." Get ready for it!

"Aparaa lu.."

"Actually... thats not the real reason I came here. I just wanna say... PERGH, BAJU KALER PINK SIAKKKKK!!!!!! WARGHKHAKAHKAA!!" I laughed and went back to my office.

"Ciib..!!!" I half heard him say.

Then he came to my office to explain his why he was wearing a shirt that even hardcore gay homosexual rapists wouldnt be caught wearing.

"I was staying over at my brother in laws place, and my wife fergot to bring my normal workclothes. So I had to borrow a work shirt from my brother in law. This is the only that he had that was my size," He explained.

"Oic."

Yeah, whatever pinky. Hehehe.


p.s: jangan marah ehh K-Rol.

Photoshop and other things.

Ah... photoshop. That software of softwares. Image maker. Image breaker. Image beautifier. Almost everyone with a smidgens worth of graphic talent would probably have used this bastard at least once in their lives. I'm no exception of course. I use it all the fuckin' time. And you know what, so does Holywood. Or Hollywood. Whatever. Anyway, this site'll prove that Holywood (or Hollywood) uses photoshop on its posters to either accentuate or diminish certain parts of a certain actors (and at other times, models. What, you think all those chicks on ELLE or Vogue or MAD magazine arent photoshopped? Pshaw!) more obvious/less obvious features. Here's a quote from the site:

It's hardly a secret that photos are often heavily retouched before publication, but it's relatively rare that a source image is available, allowing direct comparison with the final version. Here's a particularly blatant example.

Heres the site. Sha-Click!!! Theres another site, but I've forgotten the URL for that one. It shows before and after images of some model shoots. Interesting stuff. Alas, I've lost the url.

So I just came back from KL for an interview at some company. Went okay. Didnt really talk much because the interviewer dude didnt really ask much. Must be his first time conducting an interview. In his measly little office. We literally did it on the floor. And when I say did it on the floor, I mean doing the interview sitting on the floor because the office lacked chairs! WTF!!!111ONE. Might I add that the room was flippin' cold too!

After the so called interview, the dude decided to test me by giving me some small potato, uh, test project to work on. I aced it because luckily, they had Corel Draw. And as people say, Saddiq just looves coreldraw. If corel draw was a woman, she'd be extremely tired. From all the washing of clothes and tidying of room and washing of scooter and cooking....

But I joke.

Anyway, all I can say is, I dont mind working for that company, if they dont mind paying me the salary that I want. Period. I asked the dude regarding the salary that I posted on jobstreet (thats how they got my number), and literally from his words, he said 'Boleh adjust'.

That'd better be true or else. Heh.

And so, if all goes well, I might be shifting over to KL by next month. Or the month after. Or not. Whatever. * shrug *

Mucha Lucha!

So I was hanging out with Petak and Madey at Petaks house. Before that, we had a kickass buka puasa over at my hotels thai restaurant, Sukhothai. It was flippin' awesome! Buffets kick ass!!! It was so awesome, I ran in the kitchen and dropped-kicked the thai chef IN THE FACE, because I was so pumped of the sheer awesomeness of the buffet!!!111one

And man, was I stuffed. I must've ate, like, 2 cows, 5 lambs and 3 horses. And thats just a rough estimate.

So, anyways, after that, we all went over to Petaks house. Movie night. Petak just recently became 'single' again, maybe for about 2 weeks or so, because his wife just gave birth to a bouncing baby boy, and now, shes recuperating for a bit over at her family's. Heh heh, which reminds me of a conversation I had with him.

'So whats your kid gonna call you?' I asked.

'Dad.'

'Jadahnye "Dad"! Gile western siak!!!'

'Abis, ko panggil bapak kau apa?'

'Uh.. Papa..'

'Abistu?'

At this point, I was thinking, heh heh, ye tak ye jugak ek. He made a valid point. But still... 'Dad'??? Ah, it could be worse. I remember one time, I was in KL in this comic shop and this kid and his sister (browsing for pokemon cards or japanese porn for kids or something) was asking his dad for some shit to buy. Anyhoot, the kids, who were Malay, called their father 'Father' !!! And I was like, 'Hek eleh, "father" siak!!! BAEKLAHHHHH!!!'

But I didnt say that out loud. I mean, those kids probably looked like kids. But they could probably be midgets. Wrestling midgets. Pro-Wrestling midgets. Like in Nacho Libre.

Dont ever mess with Wrestling midgets. They're crotch height. That alone is enough to serve as a warning.

WHICH, incidentally, was the movie that we were watching over at Petaks house. Funny movie. Directed by the same dude that directed Napoleon Dynamite. Man I love the cinematography of both movies. Really. Okay, by this point, I'd be expected to write about the movie, as most people who blog about movies. Cliche! Watch it your damnself, dammit!

Ok?

p.s: I'd totally kick ass if I was a luchador, tho. Plus, the mask makes me look like I could beat up 5 people. Okay 5 kids. Observe:
Name: THE GREAT EL-SADDIQO
Super finishing move: None. All his moves are finishing moves. He could knock out an opponent just by scratching his chin.

Dont you just hate it when...

When you tell your parents you're going out , then they'd be like, "Who're you going out with?!", usually in an icy tone. Then you'd be like, "A friend." At this point you'd be thinking, 'its not like they'd know who the heck Ali or Ah Seng or Raju is. I think I'll just save me some oxygen but not telling, not because I dont want them to know who those people are, its just that.. y'know... oxygen dont come cheap nowadays... what with raya coming up and all. Oh, and global warming...'

Then they'd still insist on wanting to know who the heck it is you're going out with. Of course, the usual answer for this type of question would be the unknown friends name( for your part). Followed by a slightly irritating question from them: 'Who's Ali/Ah Seng/Raju ?"

Then you'd be thinking, 'AaAa! Alamak.. bukannye kenal pon..'

"A couple of friends."

"Who?"

Repeat. Until either you or your parents get bored. Then you can leave.

The End.

Berbuka!

Man am I stuffed! Had a totally kick-ass buka puasa over at my uncle's house. It was awesome. I've never eaten so much in my life. Well, actually, I have. But I said that just exaggerations sake. Heh heh.

Several of our family members were there. I'd put in their names but people who read this prolly wont have a damn clue on who the heck they are.

Then me and a few buds/cousins played monopoly. Adi the Kurus lost first. Then I lost. I started off pretty badly. Lost pretty badly too. Ended up bankrupt when I landed on Hassan stoooopid hotel. Then I lost to him at chess. But I won the first game so thats okay.

Not a good day for boardgames, on this day. For me. Boo...!