Tips and Tricks (for gals)

Since that I wann keep myself busy and forgetting bout the life for a while, I think I wanna talk about life. Its more about date.

So now I am gonna talk about taboo about first date kepada Wanita – Wanita sekalian

Jangan cakap kat phone atau texting

Ni antara benda paling taboo kalau nak buat time first date. Seriously, kalau ade phone tu, time first date ni kalau bleh tolong ah tutup.  Annoying haram tau tak! Cuba tengok situasi ni ;

“What a nice day it is, do you know..”

*Ringtones bunyik lagu Alejenandoro Lady Gagak

“ I’m sorry but I hafta take this”

“ Hello, blah blah blah”

“ where were we? ”

“ Owh, I was just talking bout the ..”

* Ringtones bunyik lain plak..

Do you see the situation here? It kills the whole mood tau tak? When a guy wanna talk about something, sometimes they have to arrange it like hell when they are home. Bukan senang woo nak cakap dengan perempuan. Satu malam tak dapat tido sebab takut Nampak macam loser depan gurls ni. So for the sake of the guy and a lil appreciation, tutup la that stooped phone for a day. Just for a day.

Tanya pasal benda – benda sensitif

Macam ni la muka korang dalam kepala date XD

It is your first date, so stop trying so hard to dig about the guy that you date. You will have another chance untuk keluar dengan die la. BTW and FYI, kalau first date pun dah nak Tanya macam- macam benda yang personal dan sensitif, it will create something inside the guy. A skeptical thought pasal gurls ni. And lagi satu, nanti mamat ni akan ingat you gurls ni Queen Control, seriously tak tipu.

Jangan lambat

Benda ni berapa kali ulang pun tak tau dah macam mane nak cakap. Bukan ape, ni first date, kalau dah first date tu, cube la datang awal sikit. Bayangkan la first date ni macam interview kerja, first impression plays important roles. Lagipun bukan susah sebenarnya nak datang awal betul tak?

Pakaian

 but you dont have to wear like in the pict, tu haisan je kak!

Pakai je lah ape- ape pun, as long as youa re comfortable with your attire. Get it? But janganlah sampai pakai t-shirt sukan time skola dulu-dulu. Kesian la your date nanti kena tuduh pedo bear pulak. Tak pasal – pasal kena tangkap ngan polis.

Always stay Focus(sarcasm)

 I am hypnotizing you~

Stop staring too much even though he is handsome, just imagine a person is watching you too closely. And you might ended up being labeled as a pervert. Nak tak? Tak nak kan~ so jangan la usha macam nak makan. Kesian ur date tau!

p/s : mostly are from my experience yang agak stoopid. But managed to keep myself busy, isn’t that great.(sheyat, lts of reports need to be finished but im still typing lol) 

Music is my soul.. 2

DA.MON.STER [I Love You. You Love Me] 

For each night
Hurt you to make you sleep
would you be willing to?
Can I embrace and hold you
Accompany you through challenges
would you be willing to?

Even if its the doomsday
You have replaced the air
so we can breathe in space 
I'd like to hold you, keep flying

I love you
Baby tell me that you love me too
I love You
I’d like to hold your hands together till we get old

Rap

One thing for sure is that you are who I want
To protect my lady’s love, you, is my responsibility
Let me accompany you through life, beautiful life
Church bells ring, this is our wedding
This moment, you are the one if you are willing
We would views our future, old life
Regardless of the bad day
I will take care of your pain
This is my blessing to your life
You gave me courage that you told me not to give up
Now pick up the courage to say I would greatly
No one can hurt you 

I love You I love you

I love You
Baby tell me that you love me too
I love You
I’d like to hold your hands together till we get old

I Love You You Love Me
We are one big family
I Love you You Love me
Together forever

p/s:-
Just hopped onto this song and its kindda sweet ya. gone through much translating it cause im kindda weak in my mandarin too. =.="
i think img gonna let myself busy for a few days, dont wanna think bout the probs. too scared to turns on my phone too. the exam incident still haunts me.

RAGE

Study week memang week yang sangat-sangat lah stress. And time2 ni lah gak ade je makhluk yang cuba nak menjatuh kan diri yang kudus ni. Thuis week xtau dah brape kali aku g oldtown untuk study, cause member dah ajak en.

Golongan – golonga yang dibenci bile nak blaja kat OldTown

Stoopid Donkey

Dah la datang – datang buat gaya macam minum kat kedai kopi kampong, pastu nak order pun tak reti, pastu buat bodoh kat situ bajet waiter nak datang. Tak reti baca English ke? Kat situ terang – terangan ada tulis order sheet, tak pun tengok orang sekeliling la bro. jangan la sombong sangat sampai Nampak macam rusa masuk kandang khinzir.

At least watch and learn dlu la. Kan dah kne kutuk. Tu tak tambah lagi dengan rokok nak display atas meja. Pergh! Tiga kotak, confirm lu paru – paru macam bonto kuali dah en? Brand pun entah pape, cap Semputna. patut la otak pun sangkut. pfft!

Telinga Subwoofer

Ni lagi satu golongan yang sangat – sangat lah bangang. Ade ke patut time nak cakap kat phone tu bunyi die macam halilintar pecah rumah indon. Indon yang minum kat  situ pun tau manners x cakap kuat2. Malu la woi. Makhluk camni tak faham2 ke yang kat situ semua orang ade henfon gak la. Doboh aoe sampai nak letak loudspeaker pastu letak kat telinga. Memang pekak dan badak lah anda.

So solution untuk makhluk camni, baik gi ceruk hujung, tak pun dalam tandas je makan, kalau bising time berak xde orang nak maki. Orang faham gak; “mamat tu berak darah ke jerit-jerit camtu?” HAAHA HA HA

Bong Bimbo

Ni serius tak faham, ad ke patut hisap bong dalam tempat camtu. Macam xde tempat lain je. And perangai ni biase dibuat oleh golongan – golongan araib dan niggah yang sememangnya xtau bahasa kite, mungkin die tengok sign “dilarang merokok”  macam “u can take bong here niggah!”

Yang paling xleh blah bile dah hisap bong ni mule la perangai cam keldai makan cendawan. Ade ke patut die pegi angkat sign untuk order tu lepas tu letak atas kepala then selamba kucing je pusing tempat tu. Kalau aku dah 80% maruah tergadai dah time tu.

Mata Laser

Datang minum kat oldtawun sebab nak usha makhluk – makhluk ciptaan Allah yang cantik. Tapi order satu air pastu bajet tengok depan laptop. Ingatkan orang x perasan ke yang mata lu bro, macam anjing scan dadah? Bapak obvious haram! Kalau nak usha pun agak – agak la wei, ni usha macam nak makan orang t uterus je. Memang kalau aku jadi boss kat kedai tu aku dah halau dah makhluk camni.; “ur eys bro! stop looking at gurls like that, they might tought you wanna rapre them!”

p/s:-

Since that aku tengah rage sebab probs yang ganggu time exam and memang tak berhati perut menyebabkab aku xleh nak focus, aku nak fire balik kat kau ah blog..thanks sebab sanggup kena maki....

Sedar

Do you know that when you cry in the dark, you cant even see your tears?

Do you know that when you work so hard, sometimes it does not really matters?

Do you know that when life pushes you hard you just need to run away?

Do you know that fairy tale are only in the movies?

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Point of View in The Eye of a Dim Witted Reader

Done blog hopping all this night, of course I have just done revising my study with aflyn, syafiqah and manul(cheh! Just avoiding of feeling guilty). I dunno whats the problem with the blog that I am hopping. I can’t even endure 20 minutes rapt and concentrating on reading and appraising the blog that I have seen

The focal predicament that I am facing when I am understanding all this blog is that they are trying to “mysapacing” the whole blogs.

I have grounds and rationale to say this and do anticipate that it doesn’t offend any people’s heart. Here are the types of blog that I have bring into being as too dim witted;

Boom Box Blog (BBB)

BBB are the most annoying blog I have ever read in my life. Imagine yourself is reading and there are BGM (background music) that barge in your reading. On every occasion I am opening a blog as such, I will have to turns off the volume, as it might gave me heart attack. Plus it ate my bandwith, so what’s the point of posting blog as such?

Whenever I wanted to read a blog, I wanted to feel the mood of the author and the story that they wrote. What if the post is about a dead cat, would it be proper if the music is Lady Gagak or Justin Bibir’s  song?

“I found my cat, soulless this morning”

Suddenly ;

“MOVE MOVE SHAKE SHAKE NOW DROPS!”

And I will imagine something like this ;

“BOOM BOOM KILL KILL THAT CAT!”

See what I am saying? It turns the mood of the reading into 900⁰! It burns my ear and shattered my cochlea into pieces. So my proposition and suggestion to you guys, why don’t you put a video link on your post, it would rally round a little and give your reader a autonomy of choice. They can choose to listen or not to. Plus, with dissimilar post entry, you can post diverse song at the beginning of your post. Just a suggestion btw, if you have a better idea, do tell me.

Ads Whore

Do you guys know that when mark Zuckenberg first created The Facebook (that’s the name before it became facebook,google it if you didn’t know, stop being too ignorant), he didn’t wanted to put on any advertisement due to the fact that he knows it will formulate the coolness of his website into spiraling destruction.

And to people who puts a lot, seriously lots and lots of advertisement on your blog, STOP IT NOW! You wont be rich even if you put a hundred advertisement, it would be different if your blog is like obefiend, or tehtarikgelasbesar who have thousands and millions of view. And even that, they didn’t even put much ads on their blog cause they write for themselves, not for money.

Ramp-It Tongue (RIT)

If you see blogs that are using too many rempit language,Oow you know what I am saying about. Its all the words that look hard to read especially for a hinder mind like me.

“Aq nq pegiw teyngwk movie ngn diyw.”

With my belacan tongue, I can hardly read all this and I might pronounce it like this;

“Ak nak pegiwu tey nan gwok movie ngang do it yourself wimp fook you man”

My mouth will drops off,literally, even before I can start to read a whole sentence as such. Even the Pygmallion (a great classic book, try and read them for once) was easier to read than a page of blog with RIT language.  

You are not cool, far from cute even if you use this kindda language in your blog. So take my advice, start writing properly and it will help you in the future.

Swirly Font Fairy

They are the weirdest human I have seen. I didn’t know how they even write in that kindda fonts. Choosing the fancy fonts such as old English, takeaway, starwars and many kinds of other font that will cause nausea and scarlet vomit when you are reading their blogs.

“why does the ‘t’  look like a ‘y’”

“why does the words ‘cream’ looks like ‘crane’” lulz

As for people who are short sightedness, you might wanna think twice about reading this kindda blog, it is because it might increase your eye power level and forcing you to buy new spectacles lol.

Background Glitters Clown (BG Clown)

Dang, I think they are the group of people who cant really forget about myspace life. Their profile is too “striking” and full of color that’s gonna cause you serious eye pain. And if it is excessively watched, you  might suffer bleeding of sclera and serious inflammation. (used some medical terms caused study too much anatomy last night)

It gets even worst when the background picture if moving. Its like reading on a rollercoaster or in a washing machine! Serious shit! So BG clown out there, I know you missed your myspace, but don’t be mistaken, it is not myspace anymore. MYSPACE is sooo stone age you arse horse!

I think that’s all the thing I founded so far, got some more notes to be read but ended up writing this crap. Sorry if I took your intelligent out of your head by reading this crap out.

A food for thought..

Type of human that existed in microcosm of school community. Who said that the school cant teach you about the world, here are a few example that you might wanted to see and compare about the person in your life.

The goldspooners

They are the most; luckiest bastards ever untaught on earth, they were born with silver, no! its gold spoon in their mouth. They always come to school with their most luxurious transport to school. They wear the most classy shoes and socks (pfft! Loike I care!) They even try to sing your own praises to the teacher and the gurls with their wealth and fatness lol. Well of course at school they deliberated the idea that they can buy friends with money but the damn genuineness is, THEY CANT! HAAHA HA HA. I even trolled my “goldspooner” friend once,

“Hari ni aku belanja korang semua makan kat kantin, Jom2”

“yeay!”

Eyes are on the gurls;

“Gurls skali!”

“Waa, abg hensem blanje la~so schweet”(bluek)

“hee hee hee” (laughing like a horse)

I smiled ;

“ko curik duit mak ko ke?”

“mmmane ade”(gelabah)

“habis kenapa ko ckp mcm jizzing in ur pantz?”

“Ah! Taknak belanja ko”

“pfft..”

Then the number of people who wanted to follows decreased in number drastically. See the problem here? He is a rich bastards cause he stole his mother’s munneh! What an asshole right. Doing something just to fight for peers’ approval.

Mat Stone Guava

They are the so-called romeo in school, and not in a minute that, they talk like cats with gurls. What a damn idiot. They even gonna have fight with their own buddy just because of a gurl. What a loser. You might get the gurl but you wont be sure wether they gonna last a lifetime for you. And another annoying thing about them is that, their profile picture on facebook and twitter. What a camwhore, shaming with full sets of accessories on your profile picture.

“Pose dengan gitar penting bro, bru Nampak romantic”

“ko bukan reti main pun, setakat lagu hepi beday nenek aku pun boleh”

“ko tau ape?ko bukan ade awek pun”

“xde awek lagi bagus daripada asyik fail science bro”

 “ko ingat science boleh tolong dapat awek ke”

“macam main gitar boleh dapat awek je”

*silence

“Dah2, gi study.”

See the problem here?they aren’t really what the gurl think. So TO ALL GURL OUT THERE, MUKA JAMBU CANT GUARANTEE YOUR FUTURE, THEY ARE JUST A CAMWHORE. HAAHA HA HA..

School beggarz

I don’t really know what the problems are with these kindda people. They hardly goes to school in a proper attire. Always tries to look cool but the truth is, they never was, never am, and never will be with those kindda attitude. Let me ask the gurls, do u like guys yang selekeh nak mampos?no rite!

In a canteen;

“Kenapa pakai baju camni?selekeh la wei”

“ni bukan selekeh, macho, xde lah skema sangat”

“ni bukan macho lagi der, ni pengemis dah”

A group of gurls came thru;

“ko tengok ni” he smirked to the group.. “haa..kan diorang suke tu”

“bodo, diorang senyum kat aku, ko senyum diorang lari”

So to guys out there, ur collar tegak and thucked out cloth to school. It makes you look worst. Tak hensem xpe bhai, janji kemas. That’s what we called as personality.

 Mak Snow White (MSW)

I think the numbers of mirrors in school chould be reduced. Or as an easy case, just throw em away. These group of MSW is gonna gone crazy as soon as they saw mirror. They will start to betulkan tudung or watch the pimples they marinate for 2 weeks has reached their optimum levels on destructions or not. It is still ok, but the problem is, at my school, the mirrors are situated at the main pathways, so what happened is that, the way will be jammed by cramming of MSW in front of the mirror.

“korang bukan tengok cermin dah ke tadi?”

“alaa, ko tau ape, tudung ni senget tadi”

“orait je, kalau ye pun tengok la kat tandas, ni laluan la”

“nak sangat lalu pergi la kat jalan lain, sebok je!”

What a bitch,they talked as if it is their school.pfft! so guys out there, if you have this kindda gurl as ur gurlfriend, buy them a mirror. Kesian woo, they don’t have the luxury to buy a mirror at home and have to check on themselves on every single mirror they have. It might contribute to the jammed condition in Malaysia traffic too. HAAHA HA HA

Shark and Remora Fish

This are the most annoying type of bitch that existed in school. A small and bajet cantik gurl always have another awful looking gurl that leeches around her. I don’t know what is the problem of the small gurl but what I know is that, “a gurl always keeps a dog beside her to keep herself look beauty” so to all the gurls that realizes themselves as the Shark, stop being used. Its annoying doh!

And for guys that are looking for wife, DON’T LOOK FOR THIS KINDDA GURL! They are just gonna use you and you ended up being their dog!

Blue Striped Shirt..

Regret for what we wanted to say, but we could not. I don’t know what my life should be in. the curse isn’t wearing off yet.

Last two day, I wear the valentine gift + birthday gift I got from my first girlfriend. It’s a shirt, a blue striped shirt she bought. She chooses it herself and wrapped it in a bag with blue colored heart shaped box. I keep the box for 2 years (it sounded corny shit but it happened) and ended up throwing it away cause it uses too much space in my life.

It all comes to me that night. I suddenly remembered our date.

On that day, I was still in college (young and stupid) and the night before, I prepared a card especially for her. 

I spent nearly two hours in writing and embellishing the card. I like the beautification itself.

So I started my voyage in the early hours in the cock-crow, hiking to the bus station and pass the time for 1 hour, waiting for a bus to arrive. With my blue striped shirt and the bright sun, I ended up sweating myself hard and spiraling in vain.

And then I was in Putrajaya central. Then have to wait for another 1 hour for the train (ERL) to arrive. Continued my journey to KL Central.(seriously lame huh)

As soon as I arrive, I tried to find a florist nearest from my location. I walked and walked till I found a stall selling flower. Checked my pocket, I got few reds and green, had some monologue to myself either to buy the flower or not. I ended up buying one notwithstanding apprehend the high price of the flower. So I continued and arrived at KL sentral. With a bouquet of red roses in my hand. In KL sentral, I saw another bouquet of the same size but the price was 3 times higher than the one I bought (lucky bastrads I am!) I quickly bought a ticket to mid valley.

On the train, I started to feel ill at ease and awkward, not only for the reason that the fact that I am going on a date, but also the flower that I am holding onto. Everyone was looking at me with outlandish eyes. Some even captured my picture devoid of my authorization. Loud whispers of people around me make me even more edgy, “do I look stupid?” I said to myself.

As soon as I arrived, I quickly went to the place we promised to meet. It’s a bookstore, with me still holding onto the flower, I blushed with all the undomesticated eyes and the smirk around me.

When she was in front of me, I quickly gave her the flower and I can hear an annoying sound nearby which goes something like this: “aaww~ what a sweet couple aren’t they”

She smelled the flower deeply, taking all the time that she needed. With a satisfied face, she hand over me the cute little bag she was carrying all along. In the bag, there is a box, A4 sized neatly decorated with a small cards. I opened the card gaily:

“happy bday n valentine day..831..(,”)&(“,)”

A short notes but meant a lot. Well the whole day was just a typical date, with cheap dinner. We stopped and chatted, shared an ice cream, went to a shushi store and ended up running cause I was short of money. Then we walked outside, walking aimlessly, just the two of us. Then in the evening, we went to A&W in front of the AMCORP Mall by LRT till night (aku solat dowh,xnk cite kat sini je).

When we are out of the A&W and to the amcorp mall, rain started to fall heavily, I tried to cross the roads but I can’t seem to see clearly with the fog on my glass, but with self-centered mind, I still tried to cross the road. “SHREEEEKKK!!!!” a fast BMW 3^rd series car is honking from afar sliding during the rain. My heartbeat rate booms up, I think of becoming extinct and all the flashback came to me at once.

Then a gentle hand was grabbing my hands and pulled me off the road. We both floor on the ground, but her hand is still holding onto my hands, griping firmly but tight, not wanting to let go. I can feel her shiver, tears drop of her face, and she got mad, she hits me with another hand and started to yell. I felt touched; it was the first time people other than my family be bothered about me so much. Unintentionally, I cried too, but the rain is mixing with it (lucky again I am).so I don’t really look like I am crying too. Then on the way sending her home, she didn’t even letting me go, not even for a second. Till she safely arrived home.    

But all those happiness didn’t last long, she started to cheated and telling me lies and when I found out bout it, she keeps denying. And then finally, she asked for separate ways. I bid to her will and respected her decision, deleted her from my life. But from that on, I became babad.

When she leaves me, it create a bigger hole in my chest, it is bigger than when I am still a loner. So I tried to fills it up. And at the same time revenging on every girl that I have dated by playing with their hearts. They are completely innocent. It is me who was wrong. That is why I still have the 9 girl curse (Lame name eh, STFU). 

With all the curse haven’t been lifted, I didn’t have the guts to do the same again. I broke 9 hearts, shattered them into pieces, so I am expecting myself to be broken 9 times too. That is the 9 girl curse.

So now I am too afraid to fell in love again, afraid that another demon might be born in me, I will end up hurting people again. I don’t want to do it, it is just so not me.

Tolong ke Ah long?

Kawan baik..

Sempena hari valentine and post ni khas untuk kawan aku. And disebabkan mamat ni x ske aku cakap English selalu, aku post dalam lidah belacan.

Aku rase sekarang aku nak kene ingat balik peristiwa2 lalu yang buatkan aku agak serik nak tolong orang lagi2 dalam hal cintan2 gorilla ni. Bukan ape, sebab benda ni kadang2 bukan boleh buat main2.

Aku time kat kolej ada sorang member yang aku selalu sangat kongsi problem. Mamat ni memang beruntung sebab awek die cun bangat gua cakap sama lu. Macam awek dalam cerita korea pun ade. Tinggi, gebu, comel.(uish dah2 bad!)

Tapi awek lawa ni kan, susah dowh! Diorang dua2 skolah tempat same. Walaupun kelas lain2. Tapi bila jarak diorang jauh je macam-macam boleh jadi. Time diorang sekola dulu boleh la hari2 jumpa, tapi cuti n kolej jauh lagi, memang semput la brader.

Die selalu cite kat aku yang die ni terpaksa spend mase at least 2 jam untuk transportation problem and another 2 hrs untuk balik pulak. Tapi awek punya pasal beb, 4 jam mcm 4 minit je. Takde hall ah gua cakap.

Satu hari, awek die ni mintak clash dengan die. Terkejut lah kawe. Bukan ape, Cuma x sangka sebab 4 thn punya relationship tergadai camtu je bhai sebab ade orang baru. Menurut cerita beliau, awek ni ada orang baru dah 3 bulan, tapi tak berani mengaku sebab taknak lukakan hati(yeah right bitch!). awek die ni mintak jumpe untuk last time. Faiz ni semakin sedih ah, so jumpe aku and mintak tolong ape yang die patut buat untuk pujuk balik awek die tu. Aku yang memang susah nak tengok orang sedih-sedih ni pun cuba lagi bagi idea-idea yang mungkin dapat die apply time keluar nanti. Sambil- sambil tu aku bagi ah semangat and raise hope die.  But the truth is, hope are meant for losers

Nak dipendekkan cerita, member aku ni frust tonggeng. Masa hari diorang jumpe tu, die dah buat macam- macam. But gurls tu tetap tak nak gak. And decided to leave him for the other guy. In the end member aku ni cakap dah tak betul. Tido kat dalam bilik kosong. Pastu kelas main tuang je. Tiap kali die tuang kelas and ponteng aku mesti cari die. Takut die lari hilang ke. And bile die tido bilik kosong sorang- sorang aku mesti datang tengok sampai die tido baru aku tido. Kalau agak- agak aku masih risau, aku stay ah sampai pagi takut- takut kalau die bunuh diri ke. Lepas sebulan dua die jadi x betul, perangai die dah ok sket.

Moral story ni, kite kadang-kadang nak buat something yang kite rase mulia, tapi hidup tak seindah yang kite sangkakan. Jangan bagi harapan sangat kat orng lain, kesian wooo~

ni lah muke mamat tu..kat sini bapak nerd ah..skrng kat cucms lagi..esok xtau ah ape nasib die.

Castle..

­If u have too scores of grievances toward this world

When you fall down you don’t dare to continue on foot ahead

Why must people be so frail depraved

I ask you to switch on the TV and perceive

How many people boldly do their best to continue walking for life

Shouldn't we be content with what we have?

You should cherish everything even if you don’t possess it

I still learn by heart you said your home was the only castle

You continue to run along with the fragrance of rice and the flowing river

Smiling the dreams when you were young, I know

Don’t cry, let the fireflies lead you to flight

The bird song in the country, an eternal dependence

Just go home, back to the bliss at the very start

Don’t be so easy to renounce, it’s just like I said

For dreams you can’t achieve, switch it for another and it’ll be fine

Put some color in your life

Firstly paint the color you like on love

Come on and smile, value and fame aren’t the goals

Let yourself be happy, this is what you call meaning

The paper plane from my childhood has finally flown back into my hands

That so called happiness

Running barefoot in the fields chasing dragonflies and getting tired

Picking fruits without permission and getting scared from being stung by bees

Who is sniggering?

I lean on the scarecrow while being blown by the wind, while singing, while sleeping

If the sunshine sprinkles on the road then I won’t be afraid of being broken hearted 

Menjadi seorang Jerk?

Rasanya macam xde post bahasa ayahanda kat sini(sorry bah) maybe sebab lagi mudah nk express thought dalam bahasa penjaja kot. Hmm.barape tahun dah tak jumpe eh? 3 years I guess. 3 fookin years! Sheyat. And die nak jumpe plak. Segan ah beb. N the first thing die nak buat esok is med check up. Adeih, what a jerk la rase diri ni. Boleh plak gi cakap ok je.

Memang sejak dari dulu lagi perempuan asyik guna aku ni. Either nak bagi diri lepas tengkuk, x pun nak puaskan demand material n fame diorang. Start dari form 1 lagi, aku mmg otak cam bijak (x tipu dowh, soalan die bapak mudah) pastu ade budak pompuan yang dtg sbb nk mintak tlg solve probs. Muke die cute habis gua cakap, macam Barbie Doll version petite. Mula2 tu orait ah, sbb ingatkan memang dia nak mintak tolong betul2. Memang jadi knight with shining armor ah beb! Tapi last2 baru tau rupe2 aku digunakan supaya die boleh lepas dari rotan cikgu. Bapak sial ah perangai. Tapi time tu innocent bangat. Aku buat bongok je, tiap2 kali die mintak tolong aku, aku orait je macam lembu kena ikat scrotum.

Pastu mase form 4 plak, masuk sekolah asrama, ingat nasib ubah la sket. Tak gak, makin teruk ade ah. Ade sorang minah ni, aku masuk2 je cam ade crush kat die, tapi segan beb, nak tegur, maklumlah, pemalu(serius ni, x tipu). Aku hari2 dok usha die, then tetibe je 1 hari die tego aku, bersinar dunia ni bhai, nak gigit tiang pun ade. Pastu die bagi surat kat aku, lagi ah happy. Tengok2 kat atas sampul pink bau sabun mandi tu, bukan name aku. Nak nangis beb gua cakap sama lu. Name roommate aku la syial! Rupe2 minah tu tau aku satu bilik ngan budak yang die suke. So nak cakap mudah, aku kene jadi posto diorang untuk 2 tahun. Perit bhai jadi camtu, every week jumpe budak yang ko minat, tapi die minat kat orang lain.

Mase kat kolej plak. Nasib baik dah ade awek, tapi die ni demand tahap gaban. Time die tengah down gile2, aku pena datang tempat die study even jauh and aku xtau tempat tu. Tido kat kat bangku besi, sebab surau die kunci. Pastu bile die dah ok, boleh plak buat hal bile aku cakap nak balik sebab penat. Die kate aku datang x ikhlas ah, pastu tak nak cakap for the whole day. In the end aku kene pujuk die plak. Dah la letih, kene marah plak tu, appreciation tu memang x wujud ah.

So sekarang ni aku jadi makhluk paling x gentleman kat dunia. Bukan ape, taknak pisang berbuah berkali2. Pancit gua bro. lantak lah orang nak cakap aku orang utan ke, orang jamban ke, gau x ambik pot ah beb. Gua tolong orang bile gua rasa gua nak feed the soul je beb.

Just for teh Lulz

Reported by Haizal Bezita Frodo 

Genting Highland, Pahang - 6 February 2011 - Ti Jian  Lim a.k.a Cox, aged 20, a student from Ciumcium, was caught red handed by his fellow classmate,Yap Ham Sap , for vandalizing (molesting) the temple’s properties (an old man statue) during a trip yesterday.

Yap , who was Ti’s classmate, witnessed him cursing and smiling in sly  and then grabbing on the statue’s boobs, was being caught on the spot

“I was on my way to the toilet cause I got serious lao sai, maybe it is because of the sate kuda and kaki unta I ate yesterday, when I saw Ti vandalizing. I then ran forward and tried bring to an end of him from abiding to do so,” said Yap, who was interviewed earlier today.

Students, niggah,and pak araib nearby also witnessed this incident.

“We told Ti to stop but he still insisted of continuing. I could not believe what I saw, as I thought Ti was not a rebellious nor mutinous student of vandalizing the temple’s properties” said another student named Fik Ram Pit.

Babad (chewah~), also a classmate of Ti, mentioned that he saw Yap was trying his best to stop Ti from the continuation of his vandalism by grabbing his arms tightly from his back. “I was dazed and shocked with a slight disappointment seeing Ti’s inhumane and animalistic behavior”

Hiding secretly in one corner, Manul, then took out her BB Cam Murah and recorded the whole scene of 

Ti’s vandalism and was wondering why Ti wanted to do something so stupid and gay behavior especially towards an old guy’s statue.

Realizing they were recorded, Ti and Yap sham like a p**nstar with the statue

Ti was then punished severely for dim witted act to the temple’s properties, and was banned from Cyberheights Villa or a week as he might repeat those behaviors to all the pak guard.

p/s : Gong Xi Fa Chai~^..^

I miss you, "mum" n "dad" part 2

I don’t wanna have heart full of hatred to you two. Both of you meant a lot to me. My heart was marked sinister black with all the loathing

In my life, I have one sole purpose that is to make the both of you proud. I can have the whole world to have revulsion on me, but I can’t have the two of you to even hate me.

I miss how you two told me to “belajar elok – elok” with a smile. I miss those heartfelt smiles, seriously. And my life in boarding school is a complete hell. But whenever I was going to come home, the whole remorse would grow fainter into thin air, leaving only the contentment of me meeting my parents. And that is the only motivation that I have to go through the hellish life in school. Being home is the real heaven of me on earth.

But now, why do you wear the mask of a person that I have never known in my whole life. You looked at me as if I am going on a parole. Like I am gonna kill another person as soon as I am out of the car.

I don’t wanna ask for the pat on my head, bedtime stories, nor the insignificant jokes. What I want from you is to take me as an adult. It would mean a lot to me. Respect my desire and hope. Show some reverence on me.

Mom, I never was, never am, and never will hate you. The only thing portrayed via my face was anger. I miss my old mum. I miss her old smile; I miss the intact thing that she has done on. I know paranoid mind wasn’t planted in you but the family has taught you that way, you even learned those the hard way.

Dad, I know you have changed a lot. It is a dream we are living in, there will be one day when we awake and realizes our dreams are just a joke in jest. I know how hard your life is when you were young. That is why I never complained when you are smoking. I know you wanted to proof something to the world, that you are not someone who you were. But I do hope that my father who can joke and grant the warmth will return one day.  

Now I know it wasn’t anger that causes my insomnia. It was the missing part of me. Your blessings…

I miss you, "mum" n "dad"

Mum,

You used to pat my forehead before I sleep…

Getting barmy at people who try to persecute me...

Never has the skeptical mind and thought of your sons…

Backing up when dad gets angry…

Taught me how to cook…

Edify me about table manners…

All your ridicule ghost story…

Never calls me “Gemok” but “sihat” instead…

Make me win in front of Ambrose thou I was the person in culpability…

How we bake together our cakes for Raya celebration…

Gave me an earnest smile whenever I am going to school…

Dad,

I miss your silly joke…

Your bedtime story…

The way you say everything will be ok…

When u called me “abang” to motivate my self responsible attitude…

How you play games with us…

Being the rule breaker…

Laughing together on the dining table…

You used to give present whenever I scored in test…

Saying how a successful engineer I am gonna be in the future…

…..

When Celebration is Cele "BRAT" ion

Chinese New Year? Well the best goes on the gathering, reunion dinner and the food. The rest, its pure hell. Dang my uncle was such a demon. He told others to close any entertainment and he himself is playing cards. 

Yeah, internet, ps3, psp and anything that has relation to entertainment, its gonna be banned.

Mom?naah, shes too busy playing cards and never ever be concerned bout her son. Today, she just say that she worried bout me and started to get mad. Here is the exact story, I was on my way to cyber with bikes (yeah I am poor so what?) and I have to carry two big bags in front and on my back. If you look me from afar, I will look exactly like a giant turtle with two BIG layers of shells. Despite the idiotic look, the “shell” I was carrying was also heavy like shit. When I reached cyber, I have to climb another 3 floors. When I was in front of the doos and try to grab my key, my phone dropped off and a big crack was on the screen. Cold sweat is flowing like river and I was in remorse getting the picture of what my mother would say curse. I was so tired that after I put down my bag, I was already on the bed sleeping. By the time I woke up, my brother 

Alan was already in front of me like a Death God with schyte. He told me that dad was downstairs and I was about to explain the situation about the phone but the words wont come out.

Now I am in the car, I was like a prisoner geared up for the judgment. I saw my dad and mom, but the picture in front of me was different, they aren’t the people I know. As soon as I was about to explain, mom started to cut off my words with sarcasm, she says like she cares about me but only I know the truth. I think its not only my heart that bleed with all those sharp words by my mom, but I think I can feel my ear is bleeding too.   

 Whilst in Uncle Victor’s house, she never really cares even if her son is dead. Cause what she cares the most, is the winning streak she had on the gamble table. I dunno how my dad could be such a coward and let her wife do that. She always says that it is the only exception for family. So does that means you can sin while with family? Can I smoke when I am with my brother? What kind of stupidity is that?

Ok2, back to Uncle Victor. As the world was in such repentance and sorrow regarding the Egyptian and their demonic leader, I face em myself. Yeah folks, its him! Maybe I should call him Uncle Victor Mubarak next time. (he even liked to mock the “Alhamdulillah” words like “Alhumalala”, if you cant say it properly, you might just as well stop mocking bout it)

What a FOOKFACE!

And another thing that annoys me the most is, in what worlds does uncle Victor lives in? every single people that I met (not everyone really, its just a metaphor) pure hearted but bad mouth? What kind of attitude is that? If you want to live in a community, be a human, not some sort of demon in hell rite? Start respecting others so others will do the same to you ASSHOLE!!

Respect doesn’t come in fear nor in pushy behavior (cant find a better words, do tell me if you have one). Well if you want to know how demonic my Uncle Victor is, u can just google up LUCIFER and that’s him.

Smiling Lucifer Victor Armando

 I hate myself when I am in such a rage, I cant get my brain work properly and I need to study for the upcoming quiz.

Freedom is not worth having if it does not include the freedom to make mistakes

What is the price of freedom?

I am not sure about any one of you, but what I am definite is, I remunerated high price for em. Since I was 16, I always dreamed of my own house, my own room and my own privacy in life. But I am 21 one now and still those things above are outlying from anticipation.

In the house I am such a mom boy (that’s what they have been calling me) but the calling isn’t issue to me at all. Might be too many humiliations superficially thus the twinge and hurting was somehow drastically reduced to null. Back to the topic, if I was home, I can only get out of the house at 5 and back before 7. That was sooooo 10 years old curfew! Yes! And it is still applied to me. I know what you are thinking, what a loser I am. Guess they are so afraid their son is going to mingle with the delinquents.

In One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest, Randle McMurphy do anything stupid just to gasp and huff the outside of asylum air. He brawl, exchange fists, he bawl and he become a maniac. But as a normal human like me(I take myself are still considered as normal so far) I am inept of expressing such inhumane behavior to my parents just to get a jest of freedom right?

Or in Color Purple, Celie was such a brave woman. He can triumph over obstacle like a bowling hitting pins. Her bravery is so undeniably heartbreaking yet aspiring. I wish that I can be like both of them, able to voice out, but most of the time I scream in silence. Cowardice is too strong in my vein preventing my speech to be blurted out.     

Yesterday I went back to cyber, just because the curfew in my uncle’s house was too hard for me to take. I decided to ran away. The next morning, I was scolded till I wanna cry but I just can’t. I was even too scared to cry. It is too much oppression. But I was satisfied, a few hours of freedom was worth the nag and scold. HAAHA HA HA..

If I can pay the price of freedom with my life, I would pay half of my life just to get them. I don’t really mind having a short life yet pleasurable rather than a long heartrending and poignant life. I wish they will read this blog one day, the scream of my soul might reach their head.