Alson loves falling dominoes

Ever imagined falling dominoes that BIG SCALE, so big it includes cars and luggages. WOOHOO!

This new Guinness ad was shot over a week in a remote Argentine village -- it depicts a falling-dominoes cascade that expands to include falling suitcases, book-cases, flaming bales of hay, junker cars, crutches, and many other objects winding through the hills of the town. It's a lovely bit of filmmaking.

Link (via BoingBoing)

Can you believe it ?

What's the hype about Portal anyway?

Stupid puzzle games.

I prefer Tetris any day. I thought the Portal song was kind of cute. Until i caught news that an IDIOT actually "played" this song on piano.

I stressed played because this dork literally played this song using the in-game piano.

I'm impressed. If this is legitimate, he'll probably score headshots more then the top WCG player. I mean, it's impossible right?

Unless... of course like thousands of 10 year olds do in Steam....

THE AIM HACK

This idiot is fucked. Ban his Steam key people !!!

Without further ado here it is....

The infamous portal song in HL in-game piano.

A hopeful Quicksilver alternative for Windows

Jealous of Quicksilver? Skylight will take away the green eye!

Like Quicksilver, Skylight is an automation utility that lets you launch applications, find files, and execute actions with a quick series of keystrokes.

Skylight’s off to a good start, but it’s still not as robust as Quicksilver. It has a limited set of actions, no ability to create “triggers” or customized key commands, and no support for complex file manipulations. Despite its “infinite plug-in extensibility,” Skylight also has has very few plug-ins.

Of course, it’s in beta, so the future could very well be bright. But for now, that glimmer of hope for a true Quicksilver clone is just a glimmer.

To try it, download it here:

• Skylight

If you’re itching to try out some more automation apps, check out these other Quicksilver alternatives.

Have you installed and used Skylight? What do you think?

via Lifehacker

Alson Vs. Telemarketing

I swear to God. I'll never trust a telemarketer ever again.

Ever since I joined a telemarketing company as a telemarketer. I thought.

Hey it wasn't so bad. Telemarketers aren't that bad. They don't want to eat you up as soon as possible. They take time to chew and torture and churn every single cent out of you as slowly as possible so your money do not die out and they continue to farm on you and squeeze every potential cent from you.

But now I know.

TELEMARKETER CANNOT BE TRUSTED, PEOPLE!

I TRUSTED one, and in return? I get a lecture complete with gift wrappings and an unmatched ribbon.

What? You want prove? Alright, I'll prove to you.

I asked my supervisor if I could use netvibes to check the time as different country have different timezones.

He said YES!

And today? My head supervisor gave the WHOLE telemarketer team a LECTURE.

YOU HEARD THAT RIGHT LADIES AND GENTLEMEN.

WE GOT FUCKED UPSIDE DOWN!

Turns out we're NOT suppose to surf any other website other then WorldTimeServer.com AND the company website.

Bullshit, this word came to mind instantly.

Of course, Alson is a cool man who will take this lying down and swallow his pride right?

Yeah... That sounds just like me, doesn't it?

Alson>> Hey Cindy, umm, I told Fred about this before.
Alson>> He gave me and my colleagues permission to use NetVibes to check for world time.
Alson>> NetVibes is faster and it does increase productivity as It's faster then WorldTimeServer
Alson>> So I do not understand why it's banned.
Cindy>> YOU ARE NOT SUPPOSED TO SURF ANYTHING ELSE
Cindy>>OTHER THEN THE COMPANY WEBSITE.
Cindy>> We've detected media files coming in from NetVibes and it'll be hard to explain to the management.
Cindy>> I'm sorry but you cannot use NetVibes in our office anymore.
Cindy>> Be professional, this is an office.
Alson>> Be flexible, this is the 20th century.
Cindy>> What?
Alson>> Nothing, just mumuring to myself.

Damn it, I swore if there's a stressball in front of me. It'll turn into the size of a gum ball.

Remember kid, when a telemarketer calls you, put the phone by your butt and give good 'ol phone a big fart. Daddy will reward you with ice cream.

Twins in HOT ACTION

Woken up by a cat in heat. 
I bring you post (Read:short post)
Look at these stupid old ladies.

Don't worry it's not porn guys, it's 100% safe for work.

What are you doing? Don't leave!

It's not porn doesn't mean it's not good!

[Video: Not porn]
http://gigglesugar.com/710997

Seriously, don't try that on me. 
I'll break that God damn glass.

Alson goes to work

Yeah, first day of work and guess what? I'm late. All thanks to a Levi's-wearing, 24/7 on standby boyfriend ( I know what you're thinking, but no, i'm not gay or whatever. He's someone else boyfriend. )

We're supposed to report at 1330 and guess what? 1320 and that pile of rat excrement is still 5 train stops away from workplace when I'm sitting at the train station of my work place's stop. I could've gained revelation on where the workplace is from God Almighty if i had used the time wisely and to meditate on his words.

Seriously, do you think I'll waste my precious time waiting for him if I have any idea how to get my ass from here to there ?

NO!

I believe you people out there have an idea on how it feels like to be dragged down and turn up late for an appointment by a friend who was late and somehow or rather, you HAVE to wait for him and the option of "leaving him behind to face his own peril" is not available.

Yes people, that's how i feel just now. Glad you're happy because now you on the same level as me. And trust me, you should rejoice and open a bottle of champagne right now. ( I know what you're thinking Alicia, but DON'T write a comment on this post with any instances of "glass" and any relevance of "break" in it. Any other comments are welcomed. )

Yet, sad rule of nature, for everything that goes up, something must come down. So now, I'm stooped at your level. Yes, same level. God I feel retarded.

What's more retarded? Yeah there's more. First day at work, I got locked in the toilet. DAMN IT. I mean what the hell. What's worse?

It's the cute lady working beside me who told me I need to press a little flip switch to unlock the door.

Yes, I stressed cute.

No we're not in the same toilet. It's a room where toilets for both male and female are located. It's open air, maybe to ventilate the smell of excrements.

But hey, the feeling's like your basketball team is lacking 23-25 and you know a three pointer will get your team a win. Basic instinct, you bet on it. And KABOOM! your basketball explodes in your face. The losing part isn't so bad. But the worst part is. The cute cheerleader you've been eying since the start of the game have to help to clear up for you. Damn the feeling SUCKS.

Well well, this post is getting long, which i dislike. So now I'm going to leave you with a cool blog that uses babelfish to translate from Mandarin to English and simply copy-and-paste it onto the blog.

Someone translate to me what "to wait more mutually party" means? Heck, if you're able to do that. You don't deserve to be here. You should enroll yourself in the Cambridge University Case Study of the Arts of Gibberish. You just might graduate from there and find a great paying job at the translation centre as a Chief Translation Officer.

Poof! I'm back.

Alright alright! STOP BUGGING ME!

I know, how hard it is to live without updates of this blog. But come on, you guys can't be so selfish to make me put in 100% effort on this blog do you.

I have to cope with life, work, design and a "competitive" classmate who is always trying to keep up to everything I own/make/achieve/obtain whichever floats your boat.

And now he's successfully created a clone of my blog for you readers who have allergy to pure, proper grammars and also comes bundled with a bunch of spelling mistakes and wrong use of words. I bring you the rckrokato! God damn it, i don't even know how to pronounce it. What? Rock-rock-a-toe ? Or Rrek-row-car-tor? Whatever, I don't give a rat ass.

EDIT: Go google it or whatever if you want, it's not from me because the owner don't like me to review the link. So yeah too bad. Cry sad people. LET ME HEAR YOU CRY! Oh and guys, it's not the Wordpress one. Sorry to cause misunderstanding to the wordpress one, that guy's innocent.

Yeah, I know, some of you people out there treats your blogs as wives. If I'm you, then you ought to be slapping yourself silly. I have many wives.

You saw it, stop rubbing your eyes. I'll repeat myself, I HAVE MANY WIVES. (read: Except replace wives with blogs.) ( Don't open your eyes so big Cheryl, it's creepy. )

I was missing these few days as i have been busy lining my online portfolio with great works from my past projects. Some of you might complain that I'm too young to make my own portfolio, but hey, reality check.

Reality>> Alson is 100 times smarter, richer and more creative then you. Stop bugging him to update this blog and just make do with what you have. Moreover, he's the author/pen holder/your idol and not you.

Ouch! That's a hard one from reality. But never doubt this .... uhm .... it. It's really accurate. Works 100% of the time i tell you.

So yeah, now i have to operate 3 websites. Namely You Son Of A and The Lad's Blog as well as my own portfolio. You know how tiring it is? To manage so many sites at one go? Oh and don't forget that I am also a moderator of sigshare. Just great, now i have 4 websites to maintain, 2 games to play and a great, short-haired girlfriend to look after lest she feels that i "love her more yesterday then today".

No I'm not ranting, rantings are for emotional kids living beside you with Fall Out Boys posters on their bedroom, pencil box bloated with Penknives and penknife blades and they usually have a waste paper dustbin filled with tissue paper soaked with crimson red blood. No way am i one of them. I despise emotional people. I mean, you're not the only ones with problems damn it.

I think if we put in effort in packaging them and maybe throw in a complimentary set of penknife and 2 extra penknife blade re-fills. We might be able to sell them to the Iraq as war zone demoralizers.

Damn, if I think hard enough, I can still make out how emotional kids used to behave in the early 90s.

Emotional Kid>> Hey dude.
Emotional Kid>>I just found out that my girlfriend was cheating on me.
Dude>> Whoa, don't be sad.
Dude>> If she is indeed cheating on you, then she's a whore!
Emotional Kid>> Are you saying I'm dating a whore?
Dude>> No I'm not,
Dude>>I'm just saying that she's a whore
Dude>> Just implying.
Emotional Kid>> YOU SON OF A ....
Dude>> Chill pal, don't get so emotional about it.

There you go, definition of emotional in the 90s :
The state of being unable to withstand a feeling I.E. anger, stress, sadness....

But now? The definition of emotional have evolved into this :
The state of being unable to withstand the alluring blood-stained piece of sharp metal held together by two pieces of plastic creating friction between the sharpest point of the metal against the softest point of the human flesh slowly to reveal a "cut" or "break" in the flesh of which fresh warm blood will ooze out and the human host will achieve orgasm.

Yeah I know, I used the word orgasm. I mean, why would you people like to rub the metal against your skin if you don't reach orgasm by doing it? Common excuse are "they take away my attention on the things around me" and "i just want to feel the pain rather then having to think and cry about it all day".

Aww, pulls at your heart-string doesn't it ? Just die! I'd say. BLEED TO DEATH BASTARDS.

There, I got it out of my system.

Now you can either choose to :
1) Leave my blog
2) Murder the nearest emotional kid
3) Look at my portfolio ( link's to the right ) and hire me to do some designs for you and your company

I leave the options to you, I'm 100% democratic.

Now get the hell out of here.