Archive for June 2009

Hoho.

Hello.

Listening to Blonde Redhead’s Elephant Woman right now. My all time favorite. Ngeh.

Okay. I went to National Registration Department (NRD) at Lvl 6 Plaza Masalam in Section 9 yesterday to pick up my new IC. Indeed, I’m happy with the new MyKad. No more 12-years-old songkok wearing boy on it. Now sport a mature *MATURE? Hahaha.* looks and err, with the oversized Adam’s apple. Haha. Alhamdulillah. New MyKad.

And right after that, went to Celcom Centre to get my current 012 number ported to Celcom through the Mobile Number Portability (MNP) Program. Oh God, I hate Maxis so much so that I want to port to Celcom. And since I considered of having just a phone instead of 2 previously and paying 0.15 cents for a message sent to other mobile operator instead of only 6 cents on Celcom. I ain’t that rich kid to overpay the telco easily. Haha.

Picked up the queue ticket, and seconds later, my number was called and I furnished him the application form. I saw a calculator just under the monitor and I presumed that it’ll be necessary for him to calculate complex figures in bills etc.

He just shocked me.

Haha.

He took a glance of my application form and apparently, he calculated my age using the calculator! Was it too hard to calculate my age? Come on, I was born in 1989 and this year’s 2009.

2009 – 1989 = 20.

Or was he scrutinizing my details down there? Or he’s facing few sketchy predicaments till he lost his common senses? :P

Have no idea why he did that.

“So, nak plan apa untuk XPAX ni?”

“UOX.”

Oh yes. I converted my 013-57*57** to the normal plan and my 012 will be converted to the UOX plan.

So, dearest all of my friends,

I will no longer use my Celcom (013) number. In case, you wanna contact me, drop me a line or whatever you want to do, just keep my 012-2*****7 number. For those who’re my Facebook, the number is in my info.

See you.

:D

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Hello there.

I just got back from Pavilion Kuala Lumpur. Met Daniel Price, friend of mine from Melbourne. And so, right after I stepped my room, I felt like I want to sign on my Gmail for e-mails and Facebook if there’s anything interesting. I’m not in really conscious mind right now. Just don’t know what I’m thinking.

Since the cookies are turned on and Blogger uses the same e-mail with my Gmail, I clicked on Blogger logo on my favorite links.

Ya Allah, it’s been a long time since my last relevant post here. Sorry guys, it’s just I don’t have the mood to blog these days. Don’t know why. Just to keep the blog active, I posted two crap posts, Lady Gaga and Hermione Granger@Emma Watson.

It’s pretty weird.

I never feel like this before.

Suddenly, I feel like I want to stop blogging, stop using mobile phones and get disconnected with all these things.

Can somebody explain why is that happening.

Hurm.

Where all the fun went?

Can I get em back?

:(

Thanks guys for your patronage and your perusals. Really appreciate that. Will be back I think. But don’t know when.

See you when I see you.

Bye.

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Oh. Whoever comes first. Just went too bored and watched Gaga’s Lovegame. Noticed the veil. How it resembles Siti Nurhaliza’s. Haha.

Gaga: Do you want this disco stick?

Holding-cup Guy: Yes. I’m gay. Gimme one.

Black Guy: What’s in your shirt? I can see balls.

Guy in the Background: Nice ass, man!

Bye.

See you when I see you.

Later gator.

XD

Emma Watson a.k.a Hermione Granger in Harry Potter.

She is gorgeous, isn’t she?

 Burberry Autumn/Winter Ads.

I kept on REFRESH, REFRESH and REFRESHING andddd……

GPA: 3.26!!

A good start it is! Even not a Dean’s List.

Okay.

Imagine that, NOW.

Haha.

Hello, Good Evening.

Like everyday, days are boring. ya Allah. Hate to say that. Okay, life isn’t boring. Life’s great. Being at home, babysitting my cousin and even got my friends who tease me, being a babysitter. STFU. I’m not who you are. At least my cousins will forever recognize me as their caring brother. Haha. In my dreams lah.

So Alwi texted me, somehow persuaded me to get my lazy bump out of the house. He told me that he’s in the Komuter, reaching Subang’s station. He did mention SP and I assumed that is SUNWAY PYRAMID instead of SUBANG PARADE. Alhamdulillah, praise be to God, my brother came home from work early today so do my car. I took a quick shower and headed to SUNWAY PYRAMID without asking Alwi where he is. Maybe it was my fault, didn’t reconfirm where’s his exact location but eventually, who cares? Once you’re wrong, you’re DOOMED to HELL. Okay. That’s too metaphor-ed. Not doomed. Not doomed.

Parked at CP6, Sunway Pyramid is crowded even on weekdays. Hate it very much. It’s so hard to find a parking spot near CP2 and CP3.

  CP6, J9. Sooooo 69. Hahaha.

I thought Alwi is in Sunway Pyramid because Subang Parade is a family shopping complex. The vibe is like, really calm, no rushes and gushes. Haha.

Called Alwi up, and he’s in Subang Parade. Since he wasn’t driving, it took few minutes to catch a bus and travel from Subang to Pyramid. Having said that, I was alone and lost. Okay, not lost. Just wondered-pondered what was I suppose to do.

Tony Roma’s.

YES!

It’s been a long time since my last visit at Pavilion’s Tony Roma’s.

So I got there, alone. Buggar isn’t it? Considered Sushi King first but they didn’t attract me well. Maybe the staffs aren’t that hot. Haha. Corny it is, I know.

Bigger bite. Bigger value.

I waited for like many minutes while Alwi is on his way, reaching up there and consumed my ordered Rosemary Grilled Chicken little by little. ya Allah. I felt some kind of shy for waiting alone, no one was there in front of me. The ambience wasn’t great.

Alwi captured this. THANKS to him. Blah!

28 Minutes Later *sounds like film’s title right? hahaha* Not exactly 28 minutes, watched 28 Weeks Later last night so influenced to do so. Okay, not exactly 28 minutes later, Alwi showed up.

 Meet Alwi. This is Alwi.

We chatted a bit. Quite loud and we talked about something poignant and somewhat blatant and didn’t care people around us. So they can STFU. Gagaga.

Then Dell texted,

“Far, till end of dis month, I got no weekend. means dat got no chance 2 c u at all lah. Esok mlm me off 2 AKL n arrival on Sunday nite.”

Oh God, no.

Till the end of the month? That’s fucking long, man! Well I got to work something out, I’d know.

Oh, back to the story, so Alwi went window shopping on what attire should he wear while working for somewhat perfume department at The Curve. They require him to get properly attired in full white as if they’re goddam holy like hell they think they are. Who cares whether it’s white or not? I even wore black when I was working for Polo Ralph Lauren.

That’s why I hate to get a summer job. So many requirements in short time. Hahaha. Call me a spoilt brat and I will shove you right in your face. Like seriously. I had enough. Worked for Western Union for 6++ months + 2 months, that’s long enough and occupied too much time of my life. I just want a break and let me taste every day of semester break blissfully, heavenly and happily and peacefully without any strings attached – no commitments.

Final examination results will be unveiled tomorrow. Flying colors I hope. As long as it’s not a FAIL for me anymore. Had enough. Had enough.

So shall I admit, I hate “I’m better than you”, “I know a lot things, better than you,”, “You know nothing” attitudes. That annoys me to the max. Please. Bang your head somewhere, realize and come to me, clear headed like never before.

See you when I see you.

Gah!

Later gator.

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Why the heck Apple’s naming convention is getting ridiculous?

Latest, their new iPhone named as iPhone 3G S.

The S stands for Speed in which, they claimed, the new iPhone, magnificently equipped with hell load of features – azimuth meter for compass, 3 megapixel autofocus camera et cetera runs 2.1 faster than the previous one. But, why iPhone 3G S? Long time ago, there was an Apple model, Apple IIGS. GS stands for Graphic and Sounds. I thought Apple loves simplicity but naming the new iPhone with 3G S sounds so corny, horny.

It reminds me on Perodua Nautica. It can be regarded as Naughty-Car.

But I love the price drop on the original iPhone 3G so I really hope that Maxis will cut their price down too as the new iPhone 3G ASS arrives in Malaysia on 9th July.

And, Apple is facing socialism by making MacBook Pro goes mainstream (it was meant for Professionals) and looks cheap plus the price is now on par with Sony Vaio which I think, isn’t a good thing. So, there will be no more “I’m richer than you” looks and stares. Haha.

Till I see you later then,

Enjoy this:

Nice ass huh!?

Haha.

:P

off script: i just got my new tefal pan, so excited!

Traces of tiredness still linger in my body. Tired of driving 5 hours-with-one-stop from Muar, Johor my hometown to Shah Alam.

School holiday it is. So people grabbed the opportunity to go balik kampung for weddings, weekend excursion etc.

So I went balik kampung in Melaka & Johor generally for 3 weddings. I hate weddings I told you but I gave excuses for those weddings because, they’re part of my family.

I didn’t expect massive traffic jam but maybe I should anticipate traffic jams everywhere in the future during the school holiday.

Day 1: SHAH ALAM –> MELAKA

ETD: 1030hrs

Left home at 10.30am and the traffic was easy breezy from Shah Alam till I reached somewhere near KLIA, approaching two-way junction where the traffic diverges. The left one heading to Bangi, Kajang etc. I chose the right (EXIT 612B) one because I’m heading South. The traffic slowed down approximately 500 meters from the signboard I can say.

The traffic diverges.

And as it’s a flyover from the ELITE highway to the PLUS highway, you can see the massive traffic jam down there as the traffic merging.

I made a quick stop at Melaka’s Rest Area as requested by Abah to refresh before we go to the wedding.

Iconic Melaka’s Tangga Batu.

Alhamdulillah, the traffic free-flowed from Seremban BUT NOT UNTIL approximately 3-4 kilometers from Ayer Keroh’s Toll Plaza!

If it isn’t because of the traffic jam, I won’t have the chance to capture this.

I said, “ya Allah, traffic jam! Lambatlah sampai rumah orang kahwin ni jawabnya, abah,”

Two things that I hate about Malaysian drivers are, #1 they are fond of using the emergency lane as their fast lane and #2 they love to cut the queue by dash to the front and just slide in. Tired of the traffic jam, camwhored for seconds. Mama & Nina was unaware of this. Haha.

Err, okay. That’s too gay. Faster, continue.

I expected the traffic jam to end at the toll plaza but no, it looks like, it will never end. Even in Melaka, the traffic jams are everywhere!

Again, I won’t have the chance to capture this if it isn’t because of the traffic jam.

I HATE TRAFFIC JAMS!

Reached Pak Cik Atan’s reception at about 3.30PM, most of the guests went home already and even my grandma from Klang made her way home! But how the heck she reached there so fast? By plane? Heli? No idea.

Abah recited few prayers for grandpa.

We stopped at Masjid Al-Faizin in Bukit Lintang for prayers and abah went to grandpa’s grave to recite few prayers before we head to Pak Cik Wahab’s wedding reception in Umbai.

Reached the final wedding reception of the day at 5.08PM.

Because of the traffic jams, we got there, the final wedding reception, Pak Cik Wahab’s place at 5.08PM. Jemputan dah balik pon. Huh.

I HATE TRAFFIC JAMS! *AGAIN*

Later after that, we went to my aunt’s place in Umbai, and later proceed to Muar, Johor, my kampung.

Day 2: I DON’T EVEN KNOW THAT HE’S RELATED TO US!

The kampung.

This is the first time I drove my Viva-la-vida back home and I’m sooooooo glad!

Viva La Vida

Mama woke me up for the scrumptious grandma’s nasi lemak for breakfast and mama told that the bride & groom will use mak tok’s place for costume fitting. So, the mak andam (the make up team. haha) reached at 1.00PM or so.

The groom (His name is Mahzan) asked for some hair styling gel. Mak Teh gave him ‘minyak Aminah’. Minyak Aminah is the kampung’s favorite hair styling gel. It’s green in color and smells good. If you’re a kampung boy then you should know! But then he refused to use that and I gave him my hair wax instead.

Selamat Pengantin Baru.

So, as I was packing my stuffs to go back to Shah Alam, I looked around for my wax that he used previously and wondered where it is. I asked my mom, “Mama, mana abang tadi tu letak wax tu?”

And mama was like, “Heh! Apa abang abang? Mana boleh panggil dia abang.”

I wondered why, because, to my concern, he got nothing to do in connection with my family at all. Not even my uncle or who ever hell he think he is.

Then mak tok (my grandma) came, IN JAVANESE, told my mom, something that I barely understand and if I’m not mistaken, his mother is my great grandma’s sibling. So, in connection, he’s my two cousin/uncle *ada ke two uncle. hahahaha* or so. Why the hell I didn’t know this at the first place? Aiya.

Mama adds, “Kalau ikut pangkat, kena panggil dia PAK CIK.”

Now, I have to call him, PAK CIK. Hahahahahaha. He’s just 26 years old, man. Dah pak cik.

And as I’m heading back home, another tiring TRAFFIC JAM from Pedas Linggi till Nilai. SHIT.

Okay, till I meet you next time.

:D

So, if you don’t know who your relatives are, you better check it out. Who knows, it might be, your boyfriend/girlfriend that you’re dating with, is your uncle/cousin. Gah! Susah pulak kang.

Haha

Later gator!
XD

I don’t know what was I thinking prior writing this post.

Actually I wanted to blog about my Probationary license converted to Competent license now but so far, I’ve found 2 blogs telling the same thing and they follow my blog. So, it might be a shame if I get caught red handed, copycatting, in which, I’m not that guilty for having similar post.

Ah.

I’m going to spill it by the way.

I went to JPJ Shah Alam in Padang Jawa this morning with my dad since he didn’t allow me to drive as my license expired. So, I went to Pintu 6, took the queue number and waited few minutes. When the P.A announces (or even harsh, BLARES. Haha.) my number, I swiftly go to the counter and presented my driving license.

“Nak renew P”

I don’t know what went through my mind, just got over excited because converting it to CDL I guess. I didn’t pay much attention to the counter girl. And suddenly, she asked something and the question didn’t register well in my mind as I can catch only few words; BERAPA, TAHUN. All of sudden, I answered:

“20 tahun”

Then, the counter girl was like,

“HEH? Lesen ni nak renew berapa tahun. Mana ada sampai 20 tahun.”

I replied, “Ohhh… Nak renew berapa tahun… Ingat tanya umur tadi…”

HEH? Apparently, she can calculate my age as she can look for my birth date on my IC number on the driving license right. Ah.

Three different expression. The far right is the latest one. 

Right after my dad sent me home, I took my car key and drove to Plaza Masalam. Went to the 6th Flr, tadaaaaa! Jabatan Pendaftaran Negara. Actually I didn’t plan this. I do things on my impulse because I HATE TO PLAN EVERYTHING. Because, they’ll never make up.

I decided to get my MyKad renewed. I hate to see my 12-year-old MyKad. My picture there looks so damn innocent even I’m not that innocent that time *for sure*. Haha.

I like how JPN organizes the crowd because you’ll expect less waiting time and your turn should be in just an hour compared to those golden days, you can go to the market, cook, have lunch and come back. To keep my ear shut from those makcik & pakcik’s prattles, I brought my iPod and weirdo kids stared at me like I’m an alien.

I’m turning 20 this year.

1 is changing to 2. That brings significant definitions to me. I’ve gone through so many things for the past two decades. 2 decades already I’ve been living. ya Allah. praise be to Him.

Lately, I’ve been experiencing sort of pain jabbing my right chest. This is the result for staying at home for too long and don’t exercise at all.

Haha.

See you later, guys.

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Bila result nak keluaarrrrrr!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Adui.

Tension pulak aku tunggu.

I am devastated. Oh well, that’s way too metaphor-ed. Not really devastated but kind of sad when someone’s leaving. Yes. Leaving but leaving for good. Real good.

It was Syakira.

She’s leaving for Universiti Sains Malaysia (USM) this 27 June. The course is Bachelor’s Degree in Pharmacy. The course she’s all ever wanted for since she was a little girl I guess. Haha. So before I leave for Segamat, I will, meet her for the farewell and pretend crying so that she will think I will deeply miss her (HEH!). But truly, I miss her. Haha.

X-Cut. They cut your hair fast.

I rushed to X-Cut Tesco Shah Alam to get my hair cut. Yeah I know. I don’t have kind of bushy hair but why the hell you want to cut your hair? Because, I shaved my head bald, when it grows back, they grow ugly-ly and it looks like mushroom. Yes. MUSHROOM. The button MUSHROOM. I don’t want to end up going up with Aida with the bad hair cut. Haha.

And, yesterday, I went to Midvalley Megamall with Aida and Alwi.

 The elders used to say, don’t talk with your mouth full. But Aida did. Haha.

Aida is leaving for Kuching, Sarawak this morning. 11.30 morning flight. Why the fuck she’s leaving so fast? Her taken course is driving her crazy, I know. Imagine, it’s not even a month since she arrived in KLIA few days back. How short is her holiday then.

We watched I Love You, Man after been poisoned by Azi’s post muttering about it. Haha. Muttering. Saja pakai word tu tak kena tempat.

Cheh.

So, it was hell fun. Initially I thought it’s a gay movie but it’s all about a girlfriend-man who’s looking for best man for his wedding. Just because, he’s not that type of guy who go out with guys for activity like hang out etc.

It’s a great movie. Watch it and you’ll like it.

Got to go.

See you when you read me.

Heh?

Was that ever make sense?

:P

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