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).