Half the world gets drunk and spent the first day of the new year as losers with a bad hangover.
The other quarter couldn't care less and goes about with their life like it's just another same old day.
Some people pray for their new resolutions to come true. Some just take a few precious moments to recount their past lessons and prepare for the upcoming adventures.
and then there's the people who have not got the luxury to care. Their fireworks are the israel missiles coming off, marking another year of neverending feuds. some people i knew, restrain from celebrating to mourn the dead brothers and sisters..and some goes on the road to protest. And we are left wondering if borders and landmarkers are worth spilling innocent blood over, the high cost of sovereignity.

Following the path that the world leaders are setting, I was also spilling blood.Of the extraterrestrial ethnicity. cuz they are invading our space area, cuz we, humans, are mostly all racists bigots deep down. and we should kill all partying aliens.

New Year Head Hunter's Diary , 2009 - first entry.

Step 1. -(new year's eve.) Located the invasion direction. It was cold and my hands are freezing cuz I get clumsy with equipments if I wear any gloves.I'm clumsy enough without them. Laid some traps out and waited till morning.


Step 2: (New year morning) Checked all the traps. The sun came out and I was ecstatic and bloodthirsty. Chief headhunter came and obligingly took a pic for me.















Step 3: Locked up all creatures securely, no hearings necessary as the worldwide trend now is to shoot on sight anyone crossing your border. I wasn't given any shooting gadgets as I am just a newbie.


Step 4 : Prepared the cart and tanker for transportation. Once carted off.. there'll be no more hope for the aliens.













and that, folks, is all it takes for world peace. Earned some extra travel money selling my captives..and it was a well spent January 1st.

~Wishing all earthlings a less bloody year.

i miss the kids!

i knew i used to force eha to drink a concoction of roadside pebbles and rabbit droppings, deliciously swirled around tap water..in an attempt to experiment her throat.
i knew i used to dunk kinah in washing machines and she's the one that got thrown out of a moving car while we were quarrelling in the backseat..
mia was lucky as all her sis has grown up and lost their crazy..
altho we never did knew what the twins did to her while we were not looking..
but they were all such brats that i was almost angelic in comparison.

apak sent the latest pics of mia and i realised i just missed all the brats so much huwaaaaaa.

back to that alien getaway on christmas.. so quiet up here..all alien out partying.
will be alien hunting on boxing day as well.. dried up all my money on chocolate soups.

My trusted UGG and I went together to Scotland for my birthday.. and i just fall in love with the place. breathtaking sceneries, friendly people with completely unintelligible dialects, the beautiful old buildings.

thank you everyone for the birthday wishes.. i hope everyone, especially in Cyberjaya, has had a good year , about to end in a few days.. and i wish you all another good year ahead.

favourite scotland stuffs

Scot's cross dressers

Scot's sheeps - reminded me of more shoes

Scot's choc soup..extremely diabetic..and a good way to die.

Scot's moments.. just empty thots

*other pics in fotopages.

- ade kasut buruk macam kasut sang kelembai
- nama brand pon sama buruk..UGG.. satu UK gilakan UGG
-dan jugak kalau pakai UGG dilarang pakai stokin
-tak tau apsal ramai gile orang pakai
-retail price sampai beratus pound, kulit kambing,bulu kambing katenye.
-Kambing Australia. Kambing Dengkil pon boleh juga.
-merata internet siap ade panduan mengenali UGG palsu yg dibuat dari Kambing China.
-untung betul bela kambing
-disebabkan hati yang gundah gulana kerana stress..tepaksala menjalankan retail theraphy
-best gile rupenye..macam jalan dalam kambing..atas awann...
-barula semangat nak pergi memburu alien
-panasssss...lemmmmbuttttttttttttt....i like.
- ni lah kasot paling best dalam dunia
-agak2..kalau bawak balik msia..bley pakai gi opis?

1. sakit beruang

-hari petama tangan rasa macam ais
-hari kedua satu badan rasa macam ais
-kepala rasa macam kene sambar petir sambil mengumpat orang ..
panas nak mampos.sunggoh bedosa mengumpat orang.
-pakai baju 6 lapis campur ngan winter coat ..masok bawah comforter..pon tak bepeluh.
-pegi tepi heater..kepale nak meletup.
-toilet tissue abes 3 role dlm 2 hari.
-kesimpulannye perasaan rase nak membunuh orang setiap hari. demam dengan sangat teruk.
-timing demam kene btol2 taim pekse..(bukanla tak belaja dengan sengaja..)



2. raya korban.

slamat hari belated raya korban kpd korang.sy exam beturut2 slame musim perayaan.
kalau lembu datang sini time pekse pon tak rela suruh sy korban kan die.
die tengok skali nampak macam rakan sekelas dulu (panda tebia dengan beg mata yg confirm dah mengalahkan panda).
tengok dua kali macam hantu.


ade budak bagi daging korban. tapi ketul besar2.
walaopon sy adalah beruang kadang2..tapi skali makan daging besar penumbuk..
tak pnah lagi try. lagipon kat seoul wisma pantai die dah potong comel2.
kak ina mungkin boley try. skali makan satu lembu pon bley kot.
apak kate potong daging kene ikot urat die baru tak liat.
sampai juling2 mata, duduk dapur yg separuh beku tu tengok urat daging..
pasal tak pakai spek.banyak gile direction urat daging tu pgi...
mcm tak tentu arah je.apak.. urat daging malaysia je kot yang satu hala?
last2 potong je mengikut rentak lagu dongbangshingki.
hasilnya beberapa masakan yg sparuh liat sparuh tak.



3. oh dengarlah jeritan batin ku

-sampai2 dewan pekse je ade satu poster kate dlm 8 orang budak kene tuka dewan lain..
tak muat.. pasal 8 orang budak adalah bersaiz beruang.
kurang asem!

-bile masok dewan lagi satu tu, pusing satu dewan, atas meja sumer paper marketing.

- tejumpe flatmate dari china..budak marketing..kami pon berbalas-balas greeting 'hi gudlakgudlak.KauMahuCandyPerisaMelanin?.

-pusing satu dewan tak jumpe pon paper yg perlukan calculator.sumer paper hanya perlukan kacang goreng budak2 marketing.

-seorang lecturer rusia berperut santa tetapi bermuka misterbin menerjah suasana..dengan loghat Rusia yg sungguh pekat dan pekataan2 yg sunggoh tak dipahami.. seperti tekaknya penoh dengan kahak dari demam tahun lepas.

Separa Santa : ngapa-in kamu duduk di sini? apa kamu budak penjual jalanan(marketing)?

beruang sakit : tidak pak.. aku nggak tauu apa apaaa. aku ngikut arahannn sajaaaa

Separa Santa : kamu adaa punyai surat, ngatakan, yang kamu di benarkan masok ke dewan ini?

apa-in jurusan kamu ini?

beruang sakit : tidak pak...seriyus..aku nggakkk tauuuu!

aku jurusan kageBunshin-no-Jutsu.bahasa rusianya,satelite, bapak.

Separa Santa : itukan elektronikkk!Apa kauu nggakk tauu ini dewannn, murid2 penjual jalanan yang punyaa?

beruang sakit : aku tau la bodoh. takkan la aku sesuka hati je nak masok sini tapi kan ada announcement tu! yang kau tu tak tau apape .. ape citer pulakkkkk?kembung dengan beer je tau? fikir tak tau?

- akhir kata..Separa santa yang budus telah menghalau semua beruang2 sesat masok kembali menyempit ke dewan asal..amek pekse 20 min lambat. tapi habes boley 5 minit je lebey dari orang lain. cis. lime minit.korek idung pon tak sempat.
-beruang sakit pon membuka ketas soklan dengan penoh kerakusan..
skali lagi..beruang sakit terpaksa mengerang..
"bapakkk.....aku nggakk tau appaaa appaaa.. "

-bile bitau apak..cakap takleh jawab..die kate tu adelah taktik nak stay lame kat UK.
-mane ade!!! i tau la apak pakai trick tu.

-paper lain2..senang.kalau stadi.

1. winter
group discussion-night session

* pia mane? x datang?
+ tak. die tamo kuar bilik.
* apsal?
+ sejuk.
* aik.. alasan macam tu pon boleh?

bolehla. malaysia boleh.

i guess.. winter is here.
exam in 6 days...i'm still stupid.
2 unsubmitted papers. mine's still blank.

2. new year
can't wait for january when it all ends. erkk!!!.but that'll mean another new year.
felt like it was only yesterday that i dread 2008.

3. butterfly
there are some news i'm dreading badly. more than the exams. it'll crush me when it comes.

4. panda eyes
a nigerian guy in class told me 'yr eyes look really beautiful when u r sleepy'. and since i'm always sleepy in class..i must've look pretty all the time. haha. on the other hand..he's the same guy who randomly went up to a walking chinese girl to say 'wo ai ni'. well.. it's still the nicest thing anyone hv ever said to my black ringed panda set of eyes with triple storey eyebags. *hepi*

5. aliens
hunting sessions stopped for the time being.yippee.

in the jungle, on top of a hill where the only other living creature is usually just a lost owl.
the nights staring at the spherical white dishes and blinking spectrum analyser are usually very cold and lonely. very lonely. and dark.pitch black.

the first night i was there.. i jumped at the slightest sound and was basically scared shitless of every shake of the trees, every dog howl.
to get to the kitchen and toilet, the place being previously a UK military satellite testbed, you had to leave the safety and heat of the office, and walk into a somewhat underground basement, 30 meters out. muttering all sorts of chants and cursing all shadows that dared to materiallise.. i had to freeze a few minutes infront of the wretched door to key in some number combinations.. and considering the uninviting walk towards the basement, my gallblader usually had to wait until it was brimming full for me to even consider going out..so releasing the password combination is really the hardest thing to do when u r fidgeting and jumping up and down.
the first night i was there, was around halloween..i walked in right smack into vampires and frankenstein hanged on to the kitchen wall. major curses to hell and Supernatural. wouldve made Captain Haddock blushed.

making my rounds to the satellite cabins in cases of failures are even worse. i focussed on just listening to my heart beat and my own footsteps. any other sounds and i'll hum to the Ketchup song.

I tried hard to kill all the stupid images in my head, and even tho i still let my gallbladders suffer, the following nights became more bearable.
Until one night.. i walked into the kitchen and met a hunched blonde woman..scrounching and picking something on the floor. it was a full minute before she heard me there, and then she turned around really, really slowly, looked at me with a set of eyes that gets rounder by the second, flipped her stringy dirty blond hair and screamed bloody murder.

that was when i realised, around here, in this isolated jungle, i am the scariest creature to ever exist.with my black head scarf, oversized winter jacket, excess fat and blackened zombied eye (effect off 3 storey of eyebags).. hobbling around at 3 in the morning, i probably looked like Death.
She came to see her hubby who was working late in one of the offices and went running back to him..didn't even give me a chance to explain I didn't come from hell.

and that was when i stopped being scared. yep.. wasn't even scared when a few nights later, a black man burst into the cabin muttering about himself having already been dead 4 times.
but that'll be another story. for another time when the books pissed me off again.

Red, focused and unblinking, big bulbous eyes glowing with hunger.
Sharp,jagged fangs with saliva dripping at each pointed enamels.
Curved claws with hardened nails, yellowed throughout the years.
High shrieking screams coming out in fast waves of bloodcurling frequencies.
They have found Their long awaited prey and is marking Their meat.
Others should Stay away.
They are vicious in packs, with no one to fear but Their leader,
creating an ominous cloud with Their vast numbers,
Their pairs of wings sharply slicing the air with its swift movements,
keeping air- borne on the fierce wind,
the thick Wind of Fart from South.
And then They attacked, full force, no mercy, no skin left unturned.

And no one heard my silent scream of pain.

i'm alone on top of the hill sending morse codes to the aliens. looking at the world pessimistly, it just makes absolute sense that one of the system had to fail at this ungodly hour. i have to go out and fix the satellite dish but the butterflies in my tummy has turned vicious. skipped a few meals due to flu and The beasts totally lost their heads. They probably hate coffee with a vengeance. I can't even crawl out of the room, it just hurts like crazy. I'm fervently hoping that things will just be 'Right When Tested' but the monitor insists on spewing out 'remote time out' like it's Hell's new favourite vocabulary.

only thing i can do now is craddle my laptop lovingly. it takes my mind off the crippling pain. i hope, come morning, this will be a good enuff reason to explain why i spent the night watching gossip girl and reading comics.

1.struggling along as usual..all those calculations in space is killing me..how much nearer could you get to rocket science? but satellites are cool once u get to know 'em better. argh. please tell me i didn't just proclaim a contradicting love-hate emotions with gadgets.

2.obawa won..he'd better. people were drunk all night and leaving beer mugs all over the campus following through the elections result. in the lecture halls..someone has left a list on the whiteboard. a list of 'Drink when you... 1. hear obama's granny mentioned 2. hear mc cain's military services mentioned 3. hear the big florida recount mentioned.. etc etc

3.u know.. girls tend to be self sacrificing in relationships. they do it cuz they expects it to last..they do it cuz they don't mind being a footwipe..they do it cuz the guy led them to believe it's worth it. and in doing so people tend to say girls are stupid. but i think..it's just done out of love. as simple as that. i was once a footwipe too and when people ask my opinion..i say, just be a footwipe,follow yr nature,as long as you love doing it,as long as you don't mind to. i still believe in the true love theory,whatever that is. But. there should be a limit to how u tolerate it tho..if the guy never appreciates it, never says he loves u, never throws a praise yr way.. expected to be waited on hands and knees at all time and storm off whenever he didn't like yr attitude.. i say, u can't even call that a relationship. let him storm off and stop apologizing and begging for no reason. please, hv some respect for yourself.

and cheeps, this has Nothing to do with that wedding ok! let them breed in peace.

02/11/08@2322hrs reporting live from cobbett hill earth station

-no alien signals received
-temperature 2 degree celcius
-low visibility (jaket polis traffic tetinggal kat bilik arghh)
-packet traffics patterns upload/download normal
-no aliens seen lurking around satelitte dishes as viewd from cctv
-eating maggie and reading dilberts
-totally creepy

roger n out.

thawing my frozen neurons from it's deep 3 years slumber since the last day of final exam at MMU was tough.slushing through the brain matters mud, now mostly in half solid state ,i found some strings of unanswered questions floating on top and tried to squash em down back to useless zone.

1. how come the kids wailing and howling in the trains that I have seen so far, are all forreigner's kids? did the Brits inject their kids' arses with tranquillizers or something? where can i get some of those?

2. from the cumulative distribution of attenuation for signals at 11.7GHz at various location in the US, what are the factors contributing to the wide location-dependent variation observed?

3. how much stickier could OneTreeHEll gets? will payton's face keeps on beaming till she's stuck being a moonface and will Lukas never shave?

4. when the chinese lecturer decides to pick all yellows for his projects, why the hell did he bother to advertise in english? just to rubbit in that blood's thicker than dissertation papers?huh?huh?

5. if someone ditched their high school sweetheart fiance' for someone they just met , is that true love or plain ole Stay-away:Typical-East-Coast-Jerk-Ahead sign?

6. how come the grannies i have met so far, walked so much faster that i can't keep up? am i just a fat slob or did the tranquilizers the Brits babies took mutates into steroids as they age?

7. is watson donating his sperms or is he just buying baby cribs for fun?

8. where the hell are Luffy's shipmates??

and the weather just seems hellbent on freezing up the think tank again.

seeing smoke comin' outta my mouth without having to blacken my lung in the process was fun the first few days. it stopped being fun at 3 degrees celcius when the world became pitch black at 6pm. walking back to my room after a movie binge at huda's was painful. wind was a cruel howling bitch. i thot my newfound fats could be an excellent heat insulator, but they insisted on being a useless buncha cholestrols clumps.

so now walking out i have to heap up more layers of shirts and will end up looking like a rolling hippo with a backpack.top all that fat up with my pink jacket, and i'll look like a freaking pig.Snort.


now that road-tripping has lost most of its appeal.. this is where i'll be spending most of my weekends next month. ever seen those movie where some bespectacled nerds sat in front of dusty PC in a trailer on top of a hill, inna middle of the jungle, alone at midnite, with junkfoods and beers scattered around on the desk, playing solitaire while waiting for some radio frequency signals from outerspace? Well that nerd is going to be me, minus the beer and the specs. and i'll probably be playing diner dash.

Uploaded @ fotopages.

venue : Thorpe Park..(" quoted from thorpepark.com UK's most thrilling place..").20 miles from Central London

weather : pelting rain, 9 degree, whipping cold winds, dark clouds

queue : almost non-existence. it's a working day..and people either go to class or go to work.

fun factor : the rides are just crazy.

verdict : never again!

it's was a freaking fun thing that people gotta do once in their life, in the rain.

Just once though.

freezed my bones,lost 45years of my life on those rides...and whatever formula I have in my head.. lucky I haven't studied much (see..there's a reason for ev'rything..)

and still unable to live down the cheery texts arriving frm Korea.

At this time..they'd have already gone and come back.
This.Is how a crushed dream feels like.
huwwwaaaa. Just let me sulk for a bit more.
It's too cold for ice cream.

when people talks

People can't live without China. The overpriced genuine manchester united jerseys sold in the Old Trafford museum are made in China. toothbrushes. fan,lamp,half the toys in the world. Make a list of things that China does not manifacture, and u could get a rubix level riddle. see list. Next we'll hear about lead-induced jerseys causing skincancer. there goes EPL.

So where are the lawsuits? babies died drinking those milks, Starbucks had to replace their milks with soy! coffee soy!latte soy! frappu-soy! where are the lawsuits?
seems like justice is also malfunctioning in Yellowland, u can't sue for issues embarrassing the govt.Asianews.

when justice talk
Last year a US senate filed a case against God. Stating, among others, that God made terrorist threats against him and his Omaha constituents. Inspired fear and caused widespread death, destruction and terrorisation of millions upon millions of the Earth's inhabitants. A year later today, the court decides that since God doesn't have any address and cannot be subpoenaed, the case was dismissed. It takes Justice 13 months to decide the case was crap. UKnews

when dolls talk



does it really say 'Islam is the Light'?

The greek geek : is a jolly plump fella, with curly hairs, round face (dagu 3 tingkat), thick black framed glasses and a soprano banshee-like voice. Because she's a head taller than me, I won't call her fat. Environmental Science.Obsessed with spits in general. And hormon induced-chicken's chest size.


Yellow girl #1: average asian height, waist lenght hair, size 7(UK) shoes ( i thot their mommies are sposed to bandage their feet to make it a size 0?), mainland China, bad accent, even worse grammar.


Cyprus beauty: petite, long black hair, really REALLY large almond eyes, unintelligible greek sounding english. Likes to write 'Love Letters' and paste it on the kitchen's bulletin,largely ignored by the community. "I would be plesed if we'll shut the door kindly...at nights and errly in the morning". (folks are cruel to all nonbehaving door-creatures named Errly. puh-leaaze! i mean, plese.)

Thai the click gal: Canon SLR with godknows how many lenses, likes to take pics of one particular 7 cm high soy sauce bottle, varying in bottle poses and locations in the kitchen (on window sill-light on, window sill-light off, bottle peeking out of fridge, bottle full frontal in fridge, bottle on oven,bottle inside oven etc etc). Have cool accessories inclusive of one Cool red Macbook and a thai-movie-star-lookalike boyfriend.


Yellow girl#2 : mainland China, fatter than yellow girl #1. just arrived today, dunno anything about her 'cept that she came with a boxful of lettuce heads. Haven't checked shoe size.


my favourite flatmate is the greek geek..we could talk nonstop about the differences of chicken breast in Malaysia and Greece and blamed UK's government in general for the genetically modified giant chicken drumsticks sold in Guildford's Tesco. Also blamed UK government for the Mr Bean lookalikes largely cloned into the english society. She's also my favourite cuz if she's not here, I'd be the fattest girl on the floor.


after a month of talking and analyzing their characters, I can conclude that 1090 call center agents talks better english than half the continent.
and Thai guys are almost, as cool as Korean guys. Almost.

geeks convention center

The glaring sign stuck obviously on a few brick walls on campus, calling for students to rally in a protest against UK’s central bank, the Bank of England which moves 50b of it’s resources in tax money to bail out the flailing banks.

If the 5days BTN taught us anything…if it succesfully turned us all into supreme racist beings hiding under the tag of constitution…if it successfully give birth to some patriotic champions..if it taught me anything at all..there’s one sentence during the lectures that is well drilled into my subconcious, one sentence that popped out immediately upon seeing the poster.

“Kau tahu kota London itu dibina pakai duit siapa? Bila kau sampai di London nanti, kau pergi tanya matsalleh-matsalleh di sana, Do you know how this city was build??
Kau bagitahu dia, this city was build on the money that British got from harvesting the tin wealth in Malaya! Tanpa biji timah kita, tidak terbina kota London tu! “- kata seorang pegawai kerajaan dengan penuh gusto.

For a country that is build on other’s wealth (kate pakcik tu la), with the current government inheriting one of the strongest economies in the world, it has managed to bankrupt itself spectacularly within 10 years. A majority of the people, as expected, is against this move..and the UK stock market has been in free fall eversince. The response, students and civillians alike, are also questioning if 50b can be used to bail out frivolous loans why can’t it be used to reduce petrol price? Sounds familiar? I guess the whole globe is on the same frequency wavelength nowadays, with petrol price high on the stress list. I could almost smell the ‘Hari ini menjadi kerajaan esok turun harga minyak’ debate materialising in the Student’s Union.
( even if they don’t use the 50b on bailing out bankers, the money’d probably go to the war that half the world disagrees with anyway..either way, u lose. so what the heck people, go and rally your white asses all you want.).

Poking through theedgedaily.com..it seems that Wallstreet’s free falls seems to have a dominoes effect on the Asian market as well, with KLCI down another 30 points. For friends watching the stock markets- cut the losses, turbulence ahead. I seem to remember the recent reassurance from the govt that we wont be affected by the world credit crunch, and that as of Sept22nd, the inflation rate for Malaysia, miraculously, is seemingly going down, and for everyone’s sake, I hope they are right and not just crunching numbers people want to hear.


Scrounging through a less depressing print, amidts the overplayed sensation on polical party elections gossips, Utusan.com announces Shah Rukh Khan is being crowned a Datukship, putting him inline with Nicole David on Malaysia’s Lordship Strata. So in the credits of his next film aired in Malaysia..will his name be translated as Datuk Shah ? When Utusan prints his next gossip with some bollywood hotties, will he be the esteemed Datuk S? I didn’t know we are giving away Datuks to forreigners, much less to someone who’ll just shove the tittle under his poppadum smelling carpet. Not that I care.. ev’one can have Datuks for all its worth. just promote yr own backyards.

just scavenging through the facts of the world.. and now i know where Hitz.fm or was it Fly? got their crazy facts. these kinda interests me

1. 70% of the poor people in the world are women
--> prob'ly men are too egoistic to fill in the questionnaires.
i'm rich yo, cuz my mom gimme money for my cigarettes.

2. 27% of female lottery winners hid their winning tickets in their bras
--> safer than safe deposit, i'd say

3. 66% of home based business are owned by women
-->yeah..that was before gays registered as the third gender. mak andam anyone?

4. 96% of purchased candles, are bought by women
---> i seem to remember reading a recipe that includes wax..

On the lest sexist facts..

1. An office desk has 400 times more bacteria than a toilet..
--> that incident where the office janitor was forced to wipe the toilet seat for somebody... she should burn her desk.

2. An average home creates more pollution than an average car
--> i knew it.we should be homeless to go Green.

3. Barbie's boyfriend Ken was not sold in India until recently because it clashed with the traditional arranged marriage
--> figured why mom never lets me buy Barbie.

some friends have that creative power, that bucketloads of vocab and the magic of stringing together words, turning sentences into literary wonders. grammars n rules n structures are just boring ole thingies that's negligible.

some friends have that beautiful touch to paint and inspire with drawings and sketches and cartoons.

while i know my strengths and admire these gift in others, creativity is definitely lacking in my inherited double helix. it's good ole rules n structures and lines of binary for me. going back to writing blocks of codes, and let's hope the juice hasn't got stuck somewhere between year 2000 and 3 years of customer service.

ade sorang lecturer cina, nampak gaya macam racist tapi project die macam best. tgh tunggu die announce selected programmers tapi sebab die nampak gaya macam racist dan orang lain yg interview smer pon same kaler je dengan die, nampak gaya macam kene carik project lain. ade sorang lecturer russia tapi sebab aku reply email dier utk panggil interview dengan "OK sir, roger!" dan die pon reply "are u sure this email is directed to me, it says Roger" nampak gaye kene tuka backup plan.

aaarghh. terase sunggoh malas... avoiding books and just attempting useless stuffs..like updating blogs a million times a day, and reading ev'ry blog links on ev'ry one's blog. looks like most people are bored out of their skulls.

just got back to Guildford, n got sucked into listening the cries n woes of a girlfriend over a cheating boyfriend who turns out to be engaged for like, 3 yrs to his childhood sweetheart..and i just felt so pissed. i mean, a typical malay guy..just leave yr neantherdal eastern ways in malaysia and get on with the rest of the gentlemen. i know the rule of supply and demand well.. and it's fact that malay girls far outnumbered the opposite same raced gender pool everywhere, even here. the competition makes the price of goods drop, and optimistically, it just gave you a wider range of choice for cheap, desperate stuffs. what it doesn't give u, is the license to treat gals like minced meat..tossed away when fresher meats came to view. sorry for the stupid reference to smelly proteins, but there u have it.. it's the same all over. engaged people should just stick to being engaged, and married people as well. what r u.. some butcher?

so far i hv been so in awe with the married couples i've met like yat&beny and erry&azlam who are living proves of matches made in heaven..but seriously.. the singles i've seen are mostly butchers. arrogant, ego stroking neantherdals, with the earth revolving around their hormones. there is small wonder that freaks are suddenly looking much more attractive.

raya was bleak over here..but that was before Manchester. (^_^). great people, great food, and I am thankful for familiar faces. back to school.

was just wondering..if i have a pot..what would've I cook innit..and which poor animal shall get slaughtered and get experimented with some slew of wilted leaves.. and so feeling wonderous.. thinking i'd have a reason to go shopping..I nonchalantly asked this one junior..where'd they bought their pots n pans.

next thing i knew..a scrawny kid came at 8am..first thing inna morning, knocking on my door, with a pot, and ask really nicely for me to return it after I'm finished with it, next year.
my face either looked reaaaallly scary when i asked for directions, or i must've looked really poor. either way, now i definitely have to stop wondering what to cook and actually decide on an animal sacrifice.

still on the killing subject.. i killed time painstakingly trying to bypass the ban on torrent and P2P to download some tv series that i'm achingly missing more than i missed my bratty sisters.. and sadly only managed to get House MD. Worth it though..looks like it's a race between who dies first, House or HuntingtonGirl. He'll probably wait a bit before committing suicide.. but I'm betting he'll eventually dies... overdose?maybe..

*i'd rather spend my life close to the birds..than wasting it, wishing I had wings..*

few days of seeing the same ole faces and i'm ready to sink into boredom mode and sulk and roll about in my own dark place full of spider's web in my mind, where i could indulge in negative thoughts and dreary future forecasts.it's that happy place where no one can bother me at my utmost misery.

i was on that brink of hibernation..and i ran into a whole herd of malays. no kidding. a whole herd of like 10 or so. there's a leader of the pack and little stray away malays at the back and like any other packs, there'll be one very hearty, chatty fella. always the one first to the slaughter i say.
and they asked me to a buka puasa event at one of the senior's house. wow new faces whom i don't have to talk gibberish to.

trying to get online was a bitch. the hostel have this screwed policy of not letting PCs with pirated softwares to go online. they need to get a taste of LowYat and see how it's unthinkable for Asians to use original software, when the pirate is just as good and is practically free. managed to bypass the restrictons after some headaches and more installation of pirate softwares..and here we are.

class starts today and by god it was BORING. the lecturer spoke like he's got a mouthful of croackroaches. and he says the word 'partly' sounds like 'porkly'. and so his sentences became something like..nanotechnology is a pork of whot we studied in depth for signal detections and is porkly a big pork of your dissertation bla bla bla.. basicallythat's the only sentence i remembered from the lecture.

and he looks like a shaggy german shepard with unshaved hairs all over his face and with that pork accent is entirely an uninviting sight. so i promptly fell asleep.
in my defense, it was freezing cool outside, but going into the lecture hall the heater was warm and cozy and i was like a mouse being handed cheese on a gold platter and so, compared to the hairy-coakroach-mouthed fella, sleep is the next best thing.

another malay girl was there, taking the same course.but she was too chatty and noisy it's irritating. mostly all other students were forreigners..no hot koreans.

went back to the room and found out Msia have a new Minister of Defense. and a new Minister of Finance. now ain't that cute. keep on swapping till 2010. meanwhile the KLCI dropped 1.87% making it the lowest point for 2008. do make an inference, somebody.

kyaaaaa! I got here. and ina-chan, it did not take me 2 weeks to find the bloody campus, haha. last minute ticket acquired means there is no one from the university to pick me up at 5am on a Sunday morning. with luggage the size of a horse pregnant with twins (exxaaagggggerate) ..managed to wrestle it up the bus, train and taxi ride till I got to the campus. about 1 hr of road trip from the international heathrow airport. there's virtually no one on campus yet..since the main registration is on 17th. I know the other 2 person who's supposed to be on my flight cancelled their tickets.. but damn it..where's all those other Mara students? did everyone cancelled their flights or what? or other Malay students for that matter. wasn't this place supposed to be the Kampung Baru of UK? prob'ly a pandemic of Sunday Hibernation. being lonely aside..the place is just so beaaaaauuuutiful...

departure was quite an event... my luggages, being that immense, are nearly 10kg (RM 1750 additional charge) above the allowable limit thanx to mama's sup bunjut satu papan,rice cooker, rempah ratus satu papan, one year's supply of bla bla and of course, my endless supplies of clothes. transfered some to hand luggage, and the counter person closed her eyes to the remaining excess..thank you! hehe. nampak budak2 lain kat counter pon sebok je memunggah baju sumer hahah sumer pon kes overload. it was a sweet farewell with my family with no tears involved hehe. surprisingly, some guys from btn showed up; sending mom into major cartwheels.aadoi.luckily, no one got married.

took a walk rounda campus... and took a few pics i'm too lazy to upload now... and back to my room as it's freaking windy. gonna go on another walk tomorrow..did saw a Tesco supermarket somewhat nearby.... it's 2 hours to buka puasa now.... i'm exhausted....

she's driving me crazy with her questions.
-can u not go?
-why do you still have to study?
-what do working people study?
-what if you did not study?
-can u not go?
and kept clinging to me like a fanatic stalker koala bear.

even after i taught her how to operate the webcam and use skype. and painstakingly finished explaining earth rotation around the sun, and the effects of night and day, to make her understand the time zone difference.

why can't she ask questions like "hey, what do you think is gonna happen on Sept 16th?"
or "don't you think the new American Idol judge is a wee bit too bitchy?"

yep.. the hardest farewell and the person i'll miss most is probably 6 year old Saamia.

albeit oversleeping and becoming famous because of it.. the 5 days btn was kinda fun. surrounded by throngs of well-oiled brains have a way to make you feel like an idiot on a set of rusty wheels.. and kinda makes me lose orientation for a moment there. makes me wonder if i'll be able to survive the satellite crash course, or 'oversleeping' the entire duration. another week spent with the normal crowd kinda puts me back on track... in the first place.. studying in UK was never really my first priority, right? heheh.

cracking my brain open to choose on which clothes to bring..and looking at the constraint space in the luggage...that's like, the most depressing moment in all of my packing history.

the documents are cleared, bloody passport also cleared, my stuffs are all boxed up....and i guess i'm all set. (^_^)

The Ramadhan announcement will be aired tonight, wishing everyone a blessed month of fasting ahead..

As the crescent moon is sighted,

And the holy month of Ramadhan begins,

May Allah bless you with happiness,

And grace your home with warmth & peace..

-quoted-

sent the farewell emails. love the responses. love the farewell potluck food. sending it makes it seems more real that i'm going away, and hell i have too much to do and i still don't have any whatever form of a checklist. can someone please give me a checklist. i need to know what the hell issit that i'm probably forgetting to do.

sis came home from her 2nd day at work looking like dead cabbage being trampled on by obessed hippos. all wrinkley and brownish and wet droopy eyes, looking like she'd be grateful if i just gutted her stomach with wolverine claws and kill her right there. barfed like crazy at work and ladies there askin if she was preggers. i never really knew work stress can get that bad.
really broke my heart to see her like that. do have a lil bit more faith in yrself ok.. i'm really at loss at what to do here.

back to my checklist. or the non-existence of one. i know i have to buy luggage at some point.. and erm...... ? argh..malasssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssnye!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i know i'm supposed to write about 'security'.wrote half and tossed it away. maybe later.

this past few days work is all about Very Annoying iDiotS that of course no amount of bitching can justify the fact that i still picked up the phone and deal with extreme stupidity. not saying i'm a rocket scientist or anything, but what do you call people who wants to prove a perfectly OK network as faulty; by injecting errors? let me spell this out, errors equals fault, idiot. if u inject errors, there is no way any network on earth can sustain that and still be clean, idiot. i hope all of u rot in hell and died with errors injected in your bloodstream, piercing holes into yr veins and blocking yr arteries and please die a slow and gory death and be reborn as polka dotted public phones.

a birdman once asked a birdy albeit sticky, question. "for how long do you want to keep on working?". i did not answer, cuz i know the right answer, as perceived by typical sticky guys would be "when i get married and have children and be a nanny to my own children bla bla".
let's get real ok. i'll do that if i got married to bill gates.

if they don't have to, who on earth wants to work anyway. in primary school my ambition was to be a librarian. in secondary school i changed it to 'working in a book store'. cuz if i wrote comic store my parents will probably burnt up ev'ry 'book' I owned then. I took up computer science by the time i got to college cuz everybody else wants to be a doctor. so basically, i don't even know what my dream job is.

the current job i'm doing is probably as interesting as any job could get, and i get to meet all levels of idiots and learn from the smarts. probably gonna miss those phone calls and idiots and everything the job comes packaged with. gonna miss the satisfaction of solving and bitching about those idiot's problem. the SpreadShits.and the igloo office. and the people. probably gonna miss my colleaugues the most. and the gossips. the free muffins. the dramas. the SLR fanatics. the self absorbed gays. so as far as i'm concerned, i'm leaving behind a dream job.

having said this, i hope i won't be coming back to the same job.haha.
well.. if the idiot HR doesnt' lose my letter again, that is.

that does it. just back from a friend's wedding and ever since i weighed myself last week, has never felt so huge. felt like a walking elephant on high heels. my friends n sis were right. need to make the needle go back down or i'll probably make a plane crash. fine. i'll go on a stupid diet and run summore. blaming this on that pretty guy at McD's drivethru. arghhh!

Old Time, in whose banks we deposit our notes

Is a miser who always wants guineas for groats;

He keeps all his customers still in arrears

By lending them minutes and charging them years.

~Oliver Wendell Holmes

time is something i'm still grasping at, still hanging in there, still acting as if i've got all the times in the world, bitten by the lazy bug in at least 2million different places on my body. leaving everything to the last second.

reminds me of that treasure hunt riddle that defies all of us.

Why is Amin Supermaket a "small time?"

why kinders? just my fav.
why barf? cuz i can't take it anymore.
why green? it's the season for hulks.



i used to thought that i hate girl beaters and lying guys the most.

now i think i hate excel spreadsheets more. and lying gay guys.

i hate having to do the highly clerical, demeaning, absolutely worthless task of going through hundreds of rows of network fault records for the whole freaking year., just to prove the well known fact that people are liars. which is why i have to force daisy,zam and cheeps to do it too.(thanx a lot for willingly joining the SpreadShit Slaves Anonymous).


people will manipulate an innocent ice cream if no one's looking. like turn it into a yucky green mint color instead of just the perfect chocolate color with just the right interferences of the occasional vanilla white, just cuz no selfrespecting fat persons will ever risk to be seen with chocolate. just eat the damn chocolate, green isn't always healthy anyway, and green taste like wood.and it's the color of spreadshits. shits just reminds me of ice creams. i really can't think about anything else.


i want to barf on subsidiaries.and spreadshits.

There's this time at a car wash that I accidently left the comic book that I was reading and had to come back and geddit. and the Indon worker sez something like "what the hell were you thinking?" in an unintelligible jawa slang that makes me feel like slapping him. Just becuz of the slang. Probably reminds me of that maid that used to ran away from our home with my then precious copies of Galaxy magazine featuring the Moffatts.

I alwez gets this kinda question, probably cuz of my stupid habit of leaving a trail of keys,pens and whatever else I'm holding, everywhere. My subconscious is just trying to protect me, u know, so that people can find me if some green man from the Underground land emerged from beneath the cracks and kidnapped me.

But no one really expects an answer to this question do they? If I answered, Domino's pepperoni and OnePiece, would it satisfy them? It'll probably trigger bucketloads of insults anyway.

What the hell was I thinking? Most of the time, nothing..really.

The oil hike is creating so much unrest everywhere. it's that kind of announcement where no one can say 'i couldn't care less what they decide at the round table' to. Unless they are from the Flinstones family and hasn't discover wheels aint made out of rocks. the hike is going on a steep hill, and will keep on increasing until it reached the ceiling, and no one really can see where the ceiling is at the mo. Wished I could voodoo those guys interviewed by TV3 who sez stuffs like "mungkin kita boleh cuba naik basikal" or "mari menjayakan industri perkhidmatan awam negara." I'll definitely murder anyone who dared to suggest Hari Basikal Negara or some such bull. Hell, they are even counting how many days it will take for an anarchy to happen among the Brits for crying out loud.Answer's 3 days. Stop being in denial.and yeah i am a black cloud singing for my dinner.


The stock market's crawling at a hundred year's old snail pace, with an occasional burst here and there as the snail coughed up blood and rolled faster. for a field that feed almost entirely on speculation, and since oil price per barrel speculations is a now a much hotter topic than Meredith and McDreamy getting back together, the Bursa is a freaking gossip mess. the silver lightning is, some company's shares are going below their IPO price, and an optimist will empty out their piggies and just buy everything under the sun. That's what the EPF did apparently, one of the two heaviest traders in this dark times. (say, whose money in EPF?)

and hey..did u know about floating transmission towers for internet in rural areas? interesting huh? rumors are google's investing innit for it's gphone.. so instead of boring old WiFi, give way to Balloon-Fi, floating cell-data tranceivers. The wallstreetjournal reports that since the balloon's are kapish after 24hrs, they are hiring farmers mostly, to constantly launch new balloons, and get this, those farmers get paid USD 50 per launch in southern US. PER launch. those farmers who lives pretty much like Flinstones anyway, probably can say they couldn't care less about oily stock exchange and be less restless , they've got cows!and balloons.

(pic from ClubGPhone)

"ma happy betul hr ni. manalah tahu.doa ma nak dmakbul.orang tengah pun baik.dia nak sbyg istikharah dulu.kenal je la dulu.bukan kene buat apape.balik nanti dah ade org tunggu"

while i was busy contemplating the indication of a diamond studded ring on his long, tapered, (manicured?) fourth finger, a peace shattering sms arrived from mummy dearest. The start of many others. Where'd she find all this people anyway.

i think my getaway plan just backfired. knowing i plan to be away from here in a few months, she's started to line up all possible prospects, middle mens and 'interviews'.

for crying out loud, i haven't even draft out my to do travel list or anything yet, much less the visas and whatnots and yeah, she's missing out on one important detail. It's not even confirmed yet. Another important detail, who ask her to be so happy so soon anyway. And yet another, i don't want anyone to wait for me dammit.

geez. it's taken a turn for the worse. i think i'm probably registered in my hometown's matchmaking company or sumthing. probably. the fun of planning anything today just got sucked out big time.

oo yeah. that ring. why? geeeez. need ice cream.

For all your great consultation and advices, you sure had me fooled.

Sure, I believe it when you said most guys are just sucker for sex and it ruled their life.Fine, most guys are girl beaters, cheaters and liars. Girls are no better. The seas of manipulative bitches out there could form an army and take over BN faster than the opposition, they wove their spider web of lies at the speed of light.
I thought you preached on open communication and honesty, u r one of the most honest person I knew anyway. I’m no expert, having as much relationship experience as a dead pig have in all of its lifetime, but toying with people’s feeling just ain’t cool. And bragging about it too? Uncool.

U want a relationship? Like it or not u r already in one. Stop dissing her. She likes u, and u said she’s all that great too. She had all the specs u look for and again, she likes u. what’s this bullshit about friends with benefit? This ain’t one tree hill, and u ain’t Lucas. Friends don’t call each other ‘sayang’ and whatever annoying petnames you gave each other. Friends don’t text each other ‘I missed u baby’ and all that shit. And you call her stupid when she starts getting attached? Whatever cards that u’ve laid on the table, however often u tell her u guys are just friends, why are u leading her on anyway? Either cut ties and scram or go for her. I say if she wants it too, then go for it. If u don’t want relationships just date whores. Not like you haven’t done it before.

For all your great consultation and advises, you are just another east coast guy.

just got back from my first celebration 'kampai' session, and an attempt to convince fatiha long distance relationship will never work. i still believe in 'kuasa cinta' as cheeps call it.. but trust me..if that guy waits faithfully for you for the whole of 4 years while u r on the other side of the world,he's either Oprah in disguise or he just din't manage to attract any manipulative bitches out there. Or maybe,just maybe, he beats all odds and there really is The One out there.

Since i can't sleep anyway and tonight seems to be the night to drop bombshell news, here goes folks. I actually stopped by the road a few weeks ago and tresspass a rubber tree plantation for the sake of ending that annoying '3' road trip jokes.

here, is how you identify a rubber tree, by the 3 err..branch? twig? i dunnow. ALL the trees shares this same trait, unless they are genetically deformed. Kinda like why a small pool of the human race are idiots, if the rubber tree doesn't have the 3 thingy, it is an idiot tree.
I think I was sure it is a rubber tree plantation, what other trees would have those lil' pail thingy dangling on the side right? Oh well even if I'm wrong.. that joke will expire in one year 's time hahaha. All forces, forward to Isengarddddddd!!!

...
There's these buncha Uruk Hai in an enclosed room.
2 sits facing me, by their weathered air and thousand fine lines under their eyes,
they look at least a hundred years old. A younger one sits facing the wall,shuffling papers with a mighty air, u'll get the impression the core of the earth might just split into two if she stop shuffling those damned pages. I was the lone lamb going for slaughter, facing the mighty Uruk Hais to gamble my freedom, the key to my Getaway plan. They preyed on my neediness, I was a helpless beggar.

Then one of the wrinkled prunes, the oldest of the Uruk hai, spoke and her voice vibrated around the room, signifying her worth among the 3.
"What is your opinion on our New Economic Policy?"
and another one spoke up "Why do you think the government fared badly in the last election?" And it all went downhill from there.

If you are a thinker, your brain is the power & yr opinion is the killer, right?
So I went and dug my own grave by giving an honest opinion.
Needless to say I went in the room as a pessimist, and came out even more so. When people ask for opinion, all they actually want to hear is their opinion, in your voice. Bloody Uruk Hais cackled at me like they are a better being, and I wished them all an agonizingly slow, gory death of being nitpicked with a nail clipper to their last drop of blood as I went out the door.

...

That was weeks ago. Just found out the Uruk Hais actually gave me the green flag, gave what I came snivelling for.The reason? They probably approved every applications on their desk, and make other people's life miserable, waiting in uncertaintiess just because they can. (hey cheeps,fatiha thnx for the alert. of course, if i didn't get it, u'd be first in line to receive the aftermath fury)

So anyway,Getaway Plan Stage 1 :CLEARED!
take off - SEPT 2008-SEPT 2009.
destination : Isengard,Middle Earth

ever saw those gadgets that makes you look forward to the future, so much so that u r willing to skip forward a few years of your youth just so that you can get yr hands on one right now?



keep on drooling. my drool just formed a lake.



drool #1 - meja ajaib @ microsoft surface -

drool #2 - talipon ajaib @Samsung Haptic

err..this vid is kinda more on the actors haha. just google haptic to drool more. pure awesomeness (actors and phone).

it's a lesson to be learned. don't sit on yr fat ass too long without exercise, or yr brain will be so full of fat you can't differentiate between korean guys or plain yellow chinese men. Or between fatigue and faulty contact lenses.

barely a whole lap of jogs, half hearted jumparounds and 10 mins into a squasy game, my vision gave out on me. It was the scariest sensation ever. everthing went BLACK. no dizziness, not even that tired, but still it was like some freaky Smeagol emerged from the court's wall and reached into my eyeballs and took out my sight with it's scaly dry fingers, cornea,lenses and all.

the longest 1-2 mins ever before the freaky Smeagol decided to return back my vision and dissapeared back into the walls.

My first reaction was to bin my contact lenses..altho, it prob'ly doesn't have anything to do with it. Second reaction was of course to stop playing, and binge on sushi king. there goes some more fat to my brain.

Geezzzz...it was scary.

Since I bought a camera solely for capturing the beauty of Korean males.. there doesn't seem to be any views during the trip worth my effort to click a shot. and since ev'one else brought one, I can happily settle for stealing pics off their fotopages.

Fav Paddy Pic
Photographer : Cheeps

Why: it looks like the clouds are moving.

Fav Cave Pic
Photographer : Arin
Why: ev'one's overflowing love for nature

Fav Sunset Pic
Photographer : Nasrang

Why: the ferns..the shades. the clouds makes me think of Skypiea.

Fav Sky Pic

Photographer : Cheeps
Why: The sun's melting. like a sea of gold.

Fav Tea Pic
Photographer : Cheeps
Why: Accentuated squares. The hills looks like sprawling rooftops with green bricks.Awesome

Other Favs

The travel crew minus Cheeps :by Cheeps

The Sesat Mall @ Komtar : by Arin

The Food War :by Cheeps

Magical Whipped Potato Obsession : copied by Nasran

Other pics @ Cheeps's and Arin's.

Just got back from a 1300++ KM road trip to the North, and it never ceased to amaze me how every time I swore I have had enough of cramping for hours in cars.. I’ll still jump at the chance of another trip. Probably cuz I know the others will never inna million years let me drive and will just lemme be the idiot navigator hehe.

LFV – Lost & Found Virus

On each of the roadtrips, we could never fail to get lost. This time, I didn’t hold the map upside down even once, and we still got freaking lost everywhere! So lost that we desperately ended up at the Juru police station. That kinda set an LFV on everyone’s navigation nose, as Arin managed to get lost inside the Komtar mall and had to be rescued. It’s not really our fault that me, Fizi and Arol immediately got lost in the same mall too an hour after Arin was rescued, it was The Virus. Aji was working overtime rescuing people with LFV, as Arin’s car, full of infected people, missed the Jelapang exit and had to be chased and brought back to meeting point.

Most Infected LFV carrier : Arin

Penang/Kedah/Perlis/Pahang

Managed to realize our long time desire of running around and taking pictures in paddy fields which we didn’t get to do on our last trip. Stopped by someone’s sawah by the roadside, albeit being scared that paddy photography will bring bad luck to everyone’s future relationship hehe (entirely Fik’s fault). Somehow the whole of Perlis is out of electricity by the time we get there, at least it seems to effect Gua Kelam and Padang Besar. We learned there’s Ampang, Kelang and Serdang up north, and make a few ‘learned’ assumptions such as Orang Asli people sells voodoo stuffs on the roadside down the hills of Cameron guarded by trained hunting dogs. Sometimes they’ll use a pair of tattered Converse sneakers (bought bundle) as a coins purse. It’s also normal for them to risk death and crap on the roadsides. The sloping hills with it’s cold air and breathtaking sceneries makes me wish that I lived there. It’s not a bad idea really.. I can cycle to work, wear fancy jackets everyday and if I want entertainment, I can always go and watch the Orang Asli do voodoo. People there worships TM anyway.

It’s a real fun trip with the essential food search, self obsessed photo sessions and Chinese operas.

The trip would have been rated 100% successful if we managed to get to Penang on time to smuggle out pirated DVDs.

Most Favorite Pit Stop : Cameron Highlands

Most Fussy Shopper : Azrol.

Food

The seafood at Kuala Perlis. Seriously beats all others. Ikan jenahak and geruk2 flavoured with the the perfect seasonings, grilled to a crispy finish, pleased our taste buds no ends. We arrived there as a buncha hungry thundering Uruk Hai as we got lost (as usual) on the way to the famous Gerai Lynda, thanx to the direction that Aji got from a stupid penjaga toilet. All is forgiven however, as we sink our teeth into the tender, sweet flesh of dead fishes, squids and crabs. The steamboat at Cameron is too much overrated, reputation-wise and price-wise.

Most Favorite Food Stop : Gerai Lynda, and that scrumptious roti canai place at Tanah Rata

Most Valuable Lesson : Never trust a penjaga toilet with directions or food opinions. Just give em coins.

After

Back to work, to endless phone calls, endless excel SpreadShits, roomful of idiot account executives(well, just one) and to the department’s new tagline-“Managing Perceptions”.

"Looking at the design and piling progress for the foundation, it looks like we are building a hotel.However when the building is ready, we used it for an office. The parking spaces are allocated with hotel residents in mind, where cars come and go. However, since it is now an office, cars are parked there all day. So now we have parking problems too. "

The ITSSO Head's word by word replay. An expected argument, an unusual comment.
On how he viewed the operation team's wish lists for a new, enhanced support system (yeah, another one). To the developers, we ask for the world and underutilized most things they gave. To the operations, the support systems we get were never good enough.

To me, stop making the vendors filthy rich already.

Pokok kelapa bercabang tiga,
Dikerat orang memakai gergaji;
Saya cuma hendak menduga,
Sejauh mana sumpah dan janji.

Struggle gile carik pasal pokok getah becabang tige!
search result yg keluar sungguh la mengarut sumernye.

don't worry folks, stay tuned. i'm gonna keep on googling even if it means i have to sleep with wikipedia tonight. (;;^_^)

p/s Ina- さん と　abu-さん、
私　も　新しい　傘　を　買いたい！おねがいします！

sick of cars again.

We were just innocent civillians looking forward to having dinner some place new.
They were just 'innocent' navigators who were looking forward to bypass the evening traffic, ignoring the Shortest-Path-First algorithm, leading us into a labyrinth of twisted, shady wood trails, paths uncharted in conventional maps. The road trip frm Cyberjaya to Melaka took a record breaking 4 hours. Along the way we learned that people in kampung bunians watched chinese operas for entertainment.We were all dried up hungry dugongs rolling about in the backseat by the time we get there. Inachan was right, hail the PLUS highway, hail Samy!
guess I'm not the world's worst navigator after all (;^_^)

Decided to go back to johor and make the lifes of my bratty bros a bit more miserable.
and since I'm sick of cars, I let my sis take the wheels. I learned that my sis can drive a roller coaster. After the first hour of occasional screamings, I decided that I can't stomach the hair raising near death experience of incompetence driving, prayed for miracle and slept through all the way.

Home's as chaotic as expected. The bros are a lot less brattier tho, the splitted butt incident seems to have mellowed their spirit. Mom's still thinking that men grows on trees, and all the men on the trees are perfect with no pretty-nail guys, liars, wife beaters or gays. So she's taken a personal offense that her daughters are still single, and I seem to be provoking an upcoming outburst of a storm. Probably not too early to plan my getaway now.. =P

Went to see 'lil irene..**cute! ahjon-san & dali-san, congrats & best of luck wif the kid ne..(^_^)

Another long drive tmorrow...

Stress of Blogging can kill you. I plead, not guilty.All rise : Released on Bail.

Seriously. People died. Toiling on the computer, squeezing out the brain juices needed to put thoughts into words into webs probably need humongous amount of brain power, (if u r just mumbling nonsensical nonsense on yr blog like me and still died, man... yr brain muscle badly need exercise). The same people who died trying to blog will probably get auto-self-electrocuted by their own neutrons if you ask them to put their thoughts into action.Pure Stress.

Quote from NewYork Times "Other bloggers complain of weight loss or gain, sleep disorders, exhaustion "....Suddenly blogging's a new diet technique. (cue, inachan!)
Read the rest.

I might not have to wring my neck trying to focus on my ABCs, but I am guilty of stressing myself out on other stuffs. Although I might not drop dead on the office carpet due to stress, drooling blood and puking intestines (not just yet) , I was ready to get a shot gun and make other people drool blood instead.

The one week work trip on the east coast was like a stress medicine sent from heaven.
An escape from the usual pattern. Breathtaking sceneries, the food, the people, the food, the sheer fun of hearing mixed syllables and distorted words. Don't even mind being cramped inside the car for 3 days. Tapai and Kak Aishah were fun companions. Of course, if I were asked to stay for, say, another month I might start to have the urge to shoot people again =P.

you know i've been reading that stress is the new age disease and everything, but really, blogging kills? If those guys didn't die during blogging,they'd probably die playing video games, or died watching Akademi Fantasia. (Geez, I tried. 100% accelerated brain power required to digest the pure pointlessness of the entire production).

It's back to work... and it's killing me to stay here, staring at the long list of pending items
(bling*lazy-ass-idiot mode*bling*) ..with my shot gun and imaginary little practice target people all tucked inside my drawers.
Already can't wait for weekends.

ladies and gentleman, for your info;
another main function of our group is to perform proactive monitoring on our backbone networks, inclusive of our regional submarine technologies. Apart from that, on a smaller scale, we also performed proactive monitoring on selected managed leased circuits, for broadbands and critical, prioritized sites.

untuk pengetahuan lebih lanjut tuan puan dan puan puan, organisasi kami juga mejalankan kegiatan memantau secara proaktif bagi rangkaian tulang belakang network kami....
network, is that right?...jaringan kerja? %$#@#!

i managed to mangle an entirely sensible sentence to nearly meant police monitoring black market organ selling activites.

i stayed back in the hope of preparing the text for tomorrow's visit by MINDEF. i never prepared texts as i was usually expected to just sell the department's functions and brag about the biggest screen display in Asia and believe me, sellout is easy cuz people never really expect you to be entirely truthful in selling out yourself, or in this case your department.
i stayed back cuz i was instructed to present in our native tounge, bahasa Melayu. so I have to have some sensible concoction of scripted monologue. Seriously, sellout comes a hundred times more easier in English, hence the Ugly Americans.
no offense really, i used BM 70% of the time.. but that was for gossip and dissing people and for gossip. trying to squeeze in a bit of technology in gossip ..well, that will give you pantauan tulang belakang.

MINDEF? The Defense Minister a.k.a Deputy PM...the 6.75bil naval vessel mess and the public outcry.. Panggilan Latihan Khidmat Negara..my cousin's husband... only those comes to mind.

And I'm still at lost for words. this is a freaking desperate cry for help.

jack and jill went up the hill
missed the trail towards the top
bought a map and paid the bill
I WAN MY LAPTOP

jack and jill missed the trail
walked ahead and meet a banshee
run and scream and run and fail
I WAN MY LAPTOPSHEE

jack and jill met a banshee
got eaten and screamed non-stop
break their neck n was hung on a tree
I WAN MY LAPTOP

the store's taking infinitely too long to repair the damn thing.

i'm already clawing on ev'ry other wall, this is getting freaking unbearable

Dear SRM

Dear FM

Dear RM

Dear FMNOC

After 14months of working here, I've just realised that I've never met a more

self-confused department in my life.

When will we resolve this multiple identity disorder oh power that be?

that white envelope that the Admin gave has got an ominous look about it, bit tattered, but it brings the best news I've been waiting for since err.. March.

i aced that japanese test aced it aced it aced it aced it mwaahahahhahahaaa. Just one level away from achieving the absolute dream of my life. To read untranslated Japanese manga. mwahahahahhahahahahah!!!ommmmmaaaaaaaa!

it's that freakish time of the year where ev'ry Ina,Enal and Harry wants to tie the knot. probably more than 2/3 of the population are made of teachers and students, it should explain why ev'one wants to get married during school hols. Either that, or food prices will most obligingly drop during these times. Other than that, it just beats me why, i mean, it's not that people invite kids to the ceremony, they'll kill it! So why'd people wanna set their weddings on the dates that the gates of hell opens letting out bratty devils in droves?

Married people probably have their own Barisan clubs to concoct up this kinda stupid conspiracies.

Last week ws totally exhausting.haven't really recover from our journey to east, immediately afterwards spent 3 days driving back and forth from KL to Malacca in ungodly hours, and then another road trip to the north. I personally think that driving is as appealing as a set of moldy 20-days old bread, so I'm really fine if I don't set foot inside any cars for the rest of my life after this. When i said the rest of my life, it kinda pathetically refers to that 5 hours break before driving back to work. Suddenly IT's freaking MONDay!!

like they all say... it's not the destination that matters, it's the journey. But still, maybe next time we should try flights..