Hari rabu malam khamis.

Any girl will looks even cool with they guitar and voice. They don't need handbag or jewelry.

Back in secondary school, I have crush on a girl, she play guitar, she sing, and she draw. Cool.

She sent me 'Buble talk' of her singing a few times, I listen to them over and over again, but when another buble talk messege came, and it's gone.

I missed those moment.

Video sekadar hiasan

A thursday rant.

Breath in, breath out, mostly breath out actually. I failed to do a lot of things that I've planned, maybe it just a little things, but, it makes me a perfect loser somehow.

Actually our department has organize a trip tomorrow, to Melaka, great place, which a state that have a great number of H1N1 increasing. What a great idea right?

Positively, maybe I'll get my inspiration there? I do need em'.

My rival, is my ex-schoolmates. Now they all doing great in they own field, now they slowly began to own the field. Some them became singer, businessmen, musician, stylist, nurse, they doing great keeping they update on facebook status. I'm still searching. That's makes me not their rival anymore.

Sometime I blamed the people around me, they less-ambitious. I can't develop in atmosphere.

Yeah, this is me, always blame others.

Seriously, we are not pervert as you think.

It's quite busy lately, a lot of research to do, but off course I'm not doing it seriously, I'm not that serious anymore, I'm starting to take it lightly.

About my research, we were asked to conduct a research on Master Card payment receiver, so we have to take a picture on the usage of it. Without permission, permission never been a easy way, it's take a long time to get the approval.

Our group began to play our part in shooting photo illegally, of course not with digital camera!

It's fun actually, running away from guard, wild stare by the cashier, and act. There's a situation when I with a friend (also group member), waiting at the bench next to cashier counter, with our camera in standby mode, and the a guard came from behind and said...

"Kamu buat apa kat sini? tengok orang pompuan bayar sluaq dalam ka?"

OMG, we didn't realise that we at the lingerie section. for a long time, and taking picture (using camera-phone) when they paying for their lingerie. Seriously, we didn't notice that.

We just want to take the master card paying machine-lah!

I like it dirty.

Dengarnya... menyampah dengan perangai artis baru.

Every morning, I read online news paper, it became a part of my breakfast, Internet are great, it served everything what you wish to see.

But anyway, what annoy me about news is, they put unnecessary article on it, you know, the writer (mostly entertainment writer) think they have some sort of power to control the industry, you know, like Oprah maybe.

Somehow It's make me laughed, the stupid-ness of Malaysian that shown. I didn't get it, why do the writer hate people with an ambitious spirit?

The article is here

A few things why our local entertainment (not all of course) article are suck.

1) They mentioning they pen-name (Kak Bedah, Cik Normah, etc) over and over again so they gain more popularity.

2) The title article always arouse reader curiousity

for example, Dengarnya.... Lagi artis Melayu dicekup. Dengar-dengar... menyampah dengan artis baru.

Please don't annoy these helpless reader.

A little bit of my week

Airport

H1N1 Scanning

Putrajaya Night Market

Lecture

Pencuri

Delete! Delete what you want!

If I could delete things on earth. I will delete;

Handphone, Car, Road, Datukisme, Factory, Plastic, Politic and ... fashion.

Ok, it might irrelevant, we might need em' somehow. But don't be so serious, it just because I hate them in most of time.

How about you, is there anything you want to delete?

My sweet roomates.

It's great to live in a hostel. You know, experiencing the student life.. bla bla bla.

But 1 thing one hate about hostel is, they picks randomly about room, and roommates.

This semester, my roommates are among 'the auw', ala... the type of human that they called 'sotong'.

I'm not really hate them of course, but they kinda irritating because of the way they laugh, the way they never care about people who sleep. I still can stand loud sound when i sleep or nap, but i can't stand when the sound is loud... and creepy. If only the sound-proof headphone cheaper.

If they were a man, I already stone-cold-stunner their neck, tapi apa kan daya, mereka insan yang lemah.

Misteri Nasi Hilang

Pukul 9.30pm, nasi lemak depan gate itu mesti sudah standby.

Sesi sindir-menyindir dalam bilik pun start.

"Lan, Ko buat pa?"

"aku? ni nak install game ni, babi.. takleh install ah. crack dah crack dah"

Saya terhidu peluang, lantas memberi option yang sukar untuk dia tolak.

"Em Lan, mari saya tulong install, Confirm dapat punya.Em... Ko rasa nasi lemak tu sudah buka kah?"

"Tak tau la, Apok.. ko taknak pi beli nasi ker?" Lan tanya Apok pula. Apok tengah busy dengan YM. Sambil tersenggih-sengih sendiri pula tu.

Lan politik sikit dengan Apok, last-last, terpaksa Apok surrender, dengan syarat Lan pergi sekali.

So, diorang pun bersiap-siap untuk keluar. Dengan tebal muka, saya sempat pesan nasi.

"Nasi sama bergedel ah? Bayar ba nanti."

"Ok" Jawap Lan dengan nada kurang ikhlas.

Sekali lagi taktik berjaya. Oh yeah.

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Sedar tidak sedar, Apok kembali bermain 'buzz' di YMnya.

Lan atas katil, layan kreko. Budak manga betul.

Dengan perut lapar, dan sedikit muka tebal, saya intro;

"Ok la, meh makannnnnn!"

Respon diorang lambat, seminit kemudian baru bangun.

Lan ambil bungkusan nasi yang baru dibeli tadi.

"Aik? dua jak?mana satu lagi?" Apok hairan.

"Kamu memang beli dua kah tadi?" Saya pun hairan.

"Yelah, tadi ade kat sini." Lan lagi hairan.

Kami pun geledah-geledah sekitar rumah, bawah katil, singki, dalam loker, last-last, tong sampah pun kami check.

Sia-sia, hilang tanpa kesan. Saya terpaksa surrender.

"Makanlah kamu, saya suda makan maggi juga tadi."

Lantas mereka start makan. tanpa belas kasihan.

Saya saspek, diorang memang tidak beli.Sit men.

Home

After 2 years, it's feel like home here. In this Hostel, of course.

Now I moved to another room, the wall still same, the comfortness of the bed still same, the furniture, the sound of the fan, still the same, only the room number is different, you know, hostel, all the room are the same, but sometime, you'll get a room with a 'great' sink.

What great about this room is, I can see the sky through the window, compare to the previous room,another building is just outside the window.

Sky gives me a lot of inspiration, it's just like a blank paper for me, I can't stand when there's a blank paper in front of me!

Check this out.

Cool our own Sabahan underground bands. You guys should check it out.

Warning, all the band listed are for hardcore, grindcore, punk related listener only.

Morra

Tone Fail to Destruction

Arahkiri

Second Suicide

Kill Our Leader

Mati Katak

Hey Ho! Let's Roll!

Uncenco(red)

Middle Enemy

We are the primitives.

Maybe we too care about little things. When we gather around, we start to talk about little things, about family, about our friends, about bosses, about they history. That's our problem, too care about little things, we easily proud by a little things.

If those Renaissance still exist, they still better than us. They never stop talking about ideas, concept, philosophy, theory, formula and art. We just the primitives with a trendy clothes and cool car.

Photo 1.3 megapix.

Design, Print, and Silk Screen. To be too amaze by the quality.

Hiatus

A cup of coffee, to relieve my headache. Staring computer screen for a whole day sometime do suffer my head.

Tomorrow going to be my last day of working, it's kinda difficult to leave the place that you really comfortable with, where people needing you more. I been through this feeling once before continuing my study here in UiTM, the excitement of the workplace almost make the decision hard whether to leave or stay.

Well, human have to be logic so they not get humiliate by them self. Now I have to graduate fast to get my life back.

Arroganosaurus.

Sitting on the couch, thoughtless head, and i realise, I have no one.

I use to have one, one who care about me, one who I care of, but what have I done, I leave it all behind. I'd put all those stuff in 'maybe next time' section.

I got a greater mission, greater things to achieve. I'll put aside every things that won't bring any help. Now they were faded, left far behind.

Sometime my A-side said I am cruel, evil, selfish, arrogant, say I should think of others too.

My B-side disagree answered, said, I just a people that become blind by love, loving someone so much and willing to do anything as long it is for his love. B-side said I'm in love with myself.

It's stupid because I ain't gonna marry with myself. freak B-Side.

Robot Evolution.

Yuck. I hate it when i have to google infected skin images and edit the picture so it looks like 'before and after'. I have to zoom each of the picture to redraw the picture. oh la la. Kurap bah tu. kurap.

Another tough day, the clients line up to see us, the phone keep ringing, all of them are similar with their irrationality, they want their 'stuff' tomorrow. Please be rational la dear client! Now I have to bring home those loaded work.

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Could you able to live a hour without music in your ear? without people talking with you, if yes, good, it's mean I'm no freak. Because now I'm living without music plugs into my ear, it was like walking and doing thing without my brain thinking, soulless, and I don't even remember what I've wore yesterday.

Don't tell me I'm in a process of becoming permanently robot. Ha-ha-ha.

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Bingung

10 hari lagi masa saya disini. Saya mula cemas, bingung, gelojoh, semua benda mau buat, sampai banyak benda terlupa. Saya panik. Kerja pula makin banyak! Beginilah praktikal, semua kerja kena tolak sama kita. But it's okay, the pressure is a pleasure for me. Orang bilang apa, Kick. Tekanan yang sedap.

I've never thought it would be like this actually. I mean these practical training. I've never thought i would be this easy, this great atmosphere. Actually before these, I was mentally ready for some lousy, terrible, abusive, boring, boring, and boring workplace, I really have ready for those kind of workplace. I've never expect that practical training was actually awesome. Thanks God!

Tribute

Time moving on, dengan cepat sekali. Masa mengalir seperti air. Masa itu emas. Masa bla bla bla ... sort of thing. Memang klise bila kita cakap tentang masa kan?

Kata orang, jarak masa tidak penting, apa yang penting ialah apa yang kita telah buat. Ada point.

Ok, let's compare Michael Jackson and Farrah Fawcett death,both are celebrity, tapi berita mana yang kita lebih ambil kisah? mestilah berita Raja Pop tu kan? Farrah Fawcett cuma famous dengan Charlie's Angel klasiknya.

Kurt Cobain cuma aktif beberapa tahun, but his name remain. Because he's wrote a lot of great songs, done a lot of tour. Definitely wroth to remember.

There's a point why we have to do a lot of good thing.

The disadvantages of sitting in a middle of three bakeries.

What do you call the feeling of having stressed out with work but in the same time you feel the satisfaction..? Damn, I like this. But what i dislike about the job is, I'm only sitting on my chair, and three bakeries outside. What does that mean? I'm getting unnecessary fatter. 'This is madness' said Leonidas.

Ah, I want to express something about Michael Jackson death. I feel sad, not because the death, you know, the legend gone when the world still making fun of him. You know..'Freak-O', Child Molester, Plastic face, Clown... I hate paparazzi. I hate paparazzi.

Maybe God takes him because the world is just not right for a such good person.

I'll put MJ right beside Cobain.

One thing I must do before 'holiday' ends.

I must try the silk screen stuff.
The only problem is Money.

Light Box = RM45 (Still in doubt)
Silk Screen =RM 17.90
Sensitizers = RM 30++
Skuji =RM7.90
Plain Tee =RM15
Fabric Dye =RM20

Total Cost =RM135++

Please type ON DERMA and send it to 32999 to donate. haha.