money money; fuck.

as the end of the month comesby, you'd see smiles on most people. why? because its pay day! wee. its just a momentary joy as sooner or later the money will be gone and depression sinks in as theres no more money left.

broke. thats what i am right now.

its quite a shitty feeling. not having money means not being able to do most things. partying is out, outings become a rare event. you could actually do all these but you'd have to sacrifice other things. like food. come on, who would starve just to go partying. thats er, sad.

its said that money aint everything.

well after living in this earth for almost 20 years. its abit hard to believe that saying. money gets you anything and everything you want. fuck those cliche saying that you cant buy love with money. you can. believe it cos i've seen it. its a fact. money is everything.

call me a materialistic bastard for saying it but it is true. the simplest joys around you cost money. food, games, outings even sex. yes dear, overspending on condoms can also make you broke.

everyone has his price.

well we've seen it even here in malaysia. never say that you dont have a pricetag on you. one day you'll find out how far your morale will take you before you get bought. aie. i long for the day that money dissapears and everything comes free. farfetched dream.

look around you and tell me what have you got that doesnt have a price on it. the clothes, shoes, toiletries, handphones, wallet, bed, bags etc etc. calculate em all up. see how much you've just spent on your parents money.

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right on, enough of that. i'm dead broke. so bear the money minded article. guess i'll be staying at home for a long time. heh. not to mention looking real shabby cause i cant afford a haircut. haha.

be a pal and donate. contact me on msn for more info! ;)

anyways. i'm outta here cos my tummy's grumbling and i gotta figure out what the bloody fuck to do on a sunday.

reaction; double life; defiance; read; class; camcodah;

short posts. i'm lazy to write long winding text. summarized's more to my liking :D

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gotten quite a number of mixed reaction on my new template. mostly good while others are quite unexpected.

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i didnt actually know that people in college thought i was a nerd. aint like my damn gpa above 3.5, they think so due to how i dress. true enough that how i dress in college is the total contrast of how i am outside. in college i wear simple, geeky; perhaps your average joe look.

whats the point o dressin up in college?

it aint a party. so wtf.

a friend o mine just wouldnt believe me when i told him that the picture on my site was me. he thought it was some ad for sunglasses. haha.

kewl though.

suffieaee the potential model. haha.

okay i'll lose the gut then talk on this matter.

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few days back, a lecturer pissed me off by treating us like school kids. so i decided to be a wee rebellious discreetly that only few people(+ lecturer) would notice.

which she did. but wasnt making much noise about it. my friend was elbowing me to stop. obviously i stopped. my future's in her hands.

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finished deception point earlier in the week. i think i just picked up a new hobby. reading. sad. i know. fuck me. oh well. least it keeps me busy. planning to read 2 books per month. beat that suckers!

lucky my dad encourages reading. so books are paid for.

tis the only free past time i got.

no wonder they call me nerd. meh!

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aiee. its now 1.30am saturday and i have class in like 6 hours time.

yes on a saturday i have class. fuck. gotta drive to college and drive back after class. shitty man, real shitty. god forbid that all 3 classes are really important ones which i cant miss. damnit. maybe i'll just skip the Data Comm. boring shit.

gees. after how many classes i still kno shit of what the lecturers talking about. he makes us sleep. bloody male-siren.

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on the bright side. my dad has agreed to get me a camcorder. weee. i've been so wanting one since ages. finally! arrr~!

but i think i've been using up alot o his cash lately. me's gonna pay me old man back his dough for the cam.

making the camcorder absolutely 100% mine!

mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine!

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im going through a sad pathetic boring phase in life.

savvy

as i'm about to leave for college. tot i'd blog the last few events.

lifeless. i know.

*sidenote* damn the satay just now was awesome. *burp!*

anyways. couple o days back my mom made a big fuss about my blog. saying that i'm telling the world my weaknesses and also i'd lose out on privacy. i'd say its true in some manner but then again, beforehand i've already figured what to write about and what not to write about. duh.

tho i might be ranting alot there are still things which i keep to myself. obviously. i was thinking long term here. friends and people from all over need not meet me in person just to kno whats been goin down in my life. this is the phase in life where people move about, to universities and to further studies.

blog helps me reach out to those far far away.

okay, maybe i'm exagerating cos i'm very doubtful of the actual sum of people visiting my site.

anyways. have a thing about learning new stuff.

fuck cares.

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dad was on TV earlier. well i wouldnt exactly call it nationwide telecast, since it was only on RTM. tv1 to be precise. who actually even watches tv1 anymore. okay, perhaps there is people still not having astro. my bad.

well, fun part is. my dad keeps on complaining that when i talk i tend to move about and my head bob's up and down. now suddenly i'm viewing my dad live on the tele. doing the exact same thing, well maybe less bobbing compared to mine. but still.

he bloody bobs his head too~!

hah. in ur.. oh well.

all's well and boring until the host asks my dad the million dollar question.

'whats ur fav food and can u cook it?'

my dad being the egoist he is proudly mentions of his days back in uni where he used to cook. he stated very clearly he loved curry and he cooked it on his own back then..

mom: ya rite, we studied in the same uni. i was cooking for you the whole time!
me: HAHAHAHA. man he's so dead.

anyway. mom enjoyed watching dad on the tele. many relatives from my hometown called. mom was really happy then to hear from them. :)

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just now when i reached home, dad was sitting on his couch.

me: ey dad, guess who i saw on the tele? *smirk*
dad: *grins* so you saw it too?
me: obviously! hah talk about me bobbing my head. your a bigger bob-up doll.
dad: *unable to deny fact* hehe. that baad?
me: MUAHAHAH. anyways, whats for dinner? im a lil hungry for curry, is curry for dinner?
dad: nope. sumthing else.. *totally didnt expect what iwas gonna say next*
me: oh cos i heard that someone else in the house could cook curry.. we're all dying to have a taste..
dad: *blushes a bit*
me: so when are we gonna get a taste of mr ghazali's famous college curry?
dad: *throws a pillow at me*

end conversation.

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haha. fun day. now i'm off to college. laters.

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btw, people who dont change their bedsheets filled with cum is just plain DISGUSTING !

mueahhehaea.

look its newww

guess you've all noticed it by now.

yes.

finally, suffieaee has changed his template.

after a long long night staring at html, i've finally managed to get it to run smoothly. perhaps it aint that hard but frontpage just wouldnt do the hookey-pokey with me.

meh.

oh well. hope you guys like it. well least not hate it. haha.

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eccentric is an over used word. its starting to get on my nerve.

anyways. short post. latersss... i's gots to gets some sleep.

rubbish

a loud *thump* sound woke me up this morning.

it pretty much left me a very long gaze, trying to figure out what bloody time was it.

11.30

gees. i overslept again, there goes breakfast. suddenly my dad walks in as mumbles sumthing. blurr-ass that i usually am in the morning i just nodded and laid back in bed, till he yelled my name. thats when i actually had to get up frm bed. so i zombied myself to my dad's bedroom to actually hear wtf was he trying to tell me.

steps into the room, sees 2 cut-cardboard boxes and a pail. dad asks me to bring those shit to the balcony.

wtf?

stepped a few steps closer then suddenly i saw something moving in the pail.

crap! wtf are pigeons doing in there?

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pigeons fucking infested my ceiling, so my dad had to take em out personally. dad says theres abt 7 of em. he only got 5. so 2 more will rot to death.

muahha. die scum.

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so i was pretty much awake by then. bathed. decided to read some papers.

i just love reading the 'help-me, my-love-life-sucks' page. before i could even look at that page something struck my attention. first page, sunday mail.

over the past few weeks i've been hearing about raids being done by jawi(islamic org shit) to catch muslims in clubs. alot of rumours been going on abt how fucked up the raids were. here i am reading about it in the papers..

okay perhaps muslims are not exactly suppose to be going into clubs. nor should they even come close to drinking. but what their doing to those caught is just perpostrous.

while the raid was going on, the authorities stopped the music and asked the muslims and non-muslims were separated into groups. which later the non-muslims just carried on partying while the muslims were asked to line-up and checked.

those caught were later then asked to take a ride in the police truck which had very limited seats and brought to the jawi hc. they were then detained for questioning and interrogation. females were assessed first based on 'how they were dressed'.

one female was then teased by the officer asking her 'if she was feeling a lil cold?'. cos her nips were showing.

yada yada yada. those detained had to stay in lock-up for almost 6 hours?
make matters worst. those who are clean (no drugs, no alcohol) were sent for counseling. alcoholics were i believe fined or sumthing, cant remember.

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wtf. tho i might not be the most religious person around ere. but for crying out loud, these raids are just too bloody much.

it is wrong for muslims to take alcohol yes, but why herd us like sheep in clubs while others watch in vain. this doesnt only make us feel shameful but it ruins the image of Islam.

stuffed in a truck with limited seats. come on. we are not barbarians here. least let us have some decency to not be looked upon like fucking animals.

not only where the women made ashame by the officers, those officers were all male according to one victim.

they ogled at em.

you like it sexy dontcha? fuckers. again, hypocrisy seen so obvious.

well what pisses me off the most is the counseling being held for those who tho did not drink nor partake on drugs. a reason for this? close proximity between genders? puh lease. even in your average mamaks there is close proximity.

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islam is a religion of peace. the perfect religion for all humanity.

you've just tainted its name by your actions.

god is in your tv

i just spent the afternoon trying to tune into something interesting on tv. sadly i gotta say, theres absolutely nothing good on tv. gees, i'm paying 80 bucks each month for astro and their not showing anything good. even with almost 100 channels. do we need more ? where have all the good shows gonee? its not to say that astro is actually showing latest programms either.

meh.

so pretty much my whole afternoon was filled with outdated, cheesy program acted out by ugly people they call actors?

*sarcasm kicks in.

BOY DID I ENJOY MY SELF ~!

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recently a friend of mine said something about a new talent-search show going on called 'blast-off'. nvr actually had time to watch it, till just..

my thoughts;

the crowd mostly cheer for songs which were overly-played on hitz.fm. coincidence perhaps since that the show was showing on hitz.tv?

i think not.

seriously, i've notice that hitz.fm's playlist keeps on repeating like every 15 minutes or so. one good song comes out and they overplay it till my ears bleed. for a person who doesnt actually listen to hip-hop. i've actually memorized the starting part of usher & a. keys - my boo. believe me when i say it wasnt intentional.

gees.

perhaps my sense for music has gotten alot narrow since i started college. but still, i think its injust that we have to listen to 1 record like a gazillion times just because it is a hit.


gotta admit tho. hiphop has gotten real huge over the past few years. what happened to the rest? fuck self-proclaimed rock bands who actually play pop music.

'simple plan is shit that makes you sleep when your already asleep.'
fucking dress boy band geeks.

welcumm to meh lifeee..

PUSSY!

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club music in KL is still the same the last time i went about. still the mainstream of house/trance/techno/hiphop. but gotta say recent introduction of dnb and breakbeat is good news. bring on garage and other stuff.

well thats from my point o view. my days of weekly clubbing has stopped for the moment.

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am i that old already? i'm only 20 this year..

random

my throat is killing me. the constant coughing and sniffing is just utterly annoying.

aiee.

its now 12.10pm and my next class starts at 3pm.

aih. what the hell am i gonna do till then?

a good side is that by 6pm today i'll be back home for the next few days. hoorah for holidays and fuck me for work.

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meh. my final project is progressing so fucking slowly. well actually this project isnt due till end of this year, this semester is just all about planning and budgeting. but i thought, fuck the budgeting part and lets build us a monster straight away!

myeh, sloww..

*i just had to change pc's twice cos the pc's in my com lab SUCKS !

6 months to plan a project. 6 bloody months. give and take that i am a student studying with lots of other assignments, i feel that 6 months of planning is just a lil too long. we're not talking about building a rocket here, which i believe even a rocket doesnt take 6 months to design.

oh well. my whimsy two cents.

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i've stopped hunting for women.

haha. okay that sounded gay.

which i'm not.

i'm straight like an arrow

i've just realized that i'm at a phase in life where suddenly, women dont matter. well other than my mom, my 3 sisters, my niece. ya get what i mean.

okay, its either that or

'women stopped hunting for me?'

which is bad, but i guess its alright for the time being. wtf am i saying. thats bad.

GIRLS HUNT ME ~!

tho i got no cash to spend on you. hehe.

wish there was a way to walk up to girl and say, 'would you like to enjoy a night filled with fulfilled fantasies, long back-rubs, a bed filled with roses to keep your nose tingling all through the night and a hot sexy lurvee makin' with a man who has no money, pale chest, a tummy and grunts everytime you make him happy?'

guess not.

bad pickup line anyway. haha. laters.

*hawt topic*

behold! read em and weep.

though it *pains me (;D) to say these words. but dear, i cant just let the fire go out so easily.. haha~!

quoted from your own post;

'what the hell is wrong being gay ? or dating a gay ? what's wrong with gays / lesbians / bi's ? hello ? their just dating somebody of the same sex . what's so wrong with that ? whatever happened to love is blind .'

is it not you girl, that kept on saying that you are not gay? that you are straight? that you liked guys? yet now im reading about you defending the rights to be gay. which side of the coin are you?

dont you even notice that your truely confused from the beginning. you look for manly qualities in a woman. though you describe your love to her so purely and honestly yet you hide it from reality. should i tell mommy about this? wee~! that'll be a field day for her wouldnt it?

come on, get back on the right track will ya? suck on some dicks for god sake. ;P haha okay less on that last statement will ya. would be damned if later posts reveal that your pregnant. Aiee~! the troubles you go throughh.. always bring rubber aights *winks*

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your quoted article on beaten homo's. though cruel lemme put it in a more nicer view.

imagine your a father, and your son turned gay. first you try to persuade him to fuck some females, but to no avail he still want more butts. so after long hours, negotiations still isnt going anywhere. so you get frustrated. decide to use a wee lil force, well he is a man isnt he? a lil smack on the head should give him some sense. but then, he retaliates and utterly describes his loooove for butts.

so suddenly you go into this psycho maniac state where all the anger and frustration kept inside you explodes. you smacked him a wee too hard.

ooops.. ;D

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it is natural to be with the opposite sex. that is my case.

how would you react if your son/daughter later asks both you moms/dads where he came from? test tubes? come on.

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actually, i'm out of words to say to ya. cos i've said all that i could in the past. ;D so girl, i'm letting ya ride this one out. gimme a *blow when your done ;D

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oh btw, i'm keeping my hair long. what say you?

sick

*cough*

i fucking hate being sick. dont you just get irritated, just when your feeling good you fall sick.

argh.

anyways. havent gained much lately, just started reading on my 3rd Dan Brown Book; Deception Point. pretty good so far.

a fellow friend o mine decided to write about 'sins o becomin a lesb'. she talked about the bible and religion view on homosexuality. yada yada yada.. girl do you really wanna know my point of view on things? ;)

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i think i'll keep it to myself for now. it'll only make you feel more depressed and fragile. ehhehehe.

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blog later. havin fun reading on the current *hawt topic.

joy joy

'Science may have alleviated the miseries of disease and drudgery and provided an array of gadgetry for our entertainment and convenience, but it has left us in a world without wonder. Our sunsets have been reduced to wavelengths and frequencies. The complexities of the universe have been shredded into mathematical equations. Even our self-worth as human beings has been destroyed. Science proclaims that Planet Earth and its inhabitants are a meaningless speck in the grand scheme. A cosmic accident. Even the technology that promises to unite us, divides us. Each of us is now electronically connected to the globe, and yet we feel utterly alone. We are bombarded with violence, division, fracture, and betrayal. Skepticism has become a virtue. Cynicism and demand for proof has become enlightened thought. Is it any wonder that humans now feel more depressed and defeated than they have at any point in human history? Does science hold anything sacred? Science looks for answers by probing our unborn fetuses. Science even presumes to rearrange our own DNA. It shatters God's world into smaller and smaller pieces in quest for meaning ... and all it finds is more questions.'

Chapter 94. Page 379. Line 9.
Angels & Demons.

finally finished reading the book on thursday, a wee bit on the slow side but who cares. now i'm reading Deception Point.

heh. i've become addicted to Dan Browns writing. wee~!

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its confirmed, i'll be building a 'Robot Surveyer' for my final project. signed the contract last thursday.

its a remote controlled robot which has a camera which gives live video feed on where the robot is going. the camera can also be turned 360 degrees to see its surrounding. thats just the basic features. will be adding more later.

i'll upload the blueprints when i'm done drawing em alrights..

aint it cool to be an engineer? haha. suck balls accountants!

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anyway. good news for me. nyeh nyeh nyeh~!

as you guys might have read earlier about me ranting on my soon-to-be trip to UK mid this year, well things have turned out better. how you might ask?

well now, its not only gonna be a trip to the UK. its gonna include trip to Italy as well! wooohooo~! 3 weeks of absolutle Europe~!

just gotten the green light from me mums. love her to bits for letting me go~! yay~!

shit i just sounded like a 12 year old girl.

oh well. now aint you guys envious? hahah.

me > london > italy > london > m'sia.

MUAHAHAHAHAHAAHA~!

project

hey guys.

i'm still in college so nothing much to rant about. still the same ol' same ol' around here.

fuck.

i tried installing msn on my com lab pc's. those fuckernicians placed some protection program which disallows me to install things on the pc's. meh.

anyways. gotten quite a headache trying to figure out what to build for my final project. the dateline's tomorrow and still we're lacking in 1 more idea. we need least 3 proposals. sigh.

proposed projects are as below.

- computer controlled car with live camera feed.
- computer controlled robot. functions still unknown.

my idea's of creating a robot kamasutra master got shot down by my partner. sob sob. he said its gonna take to many engines. plus our resources are limited. ah the agony of not being a multibillionaire. hehe

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few days back my lecturer asked me what's my ambition, said i wanna be an entrepreneur selling satelites.

haha. seriously, i'd love too if i have the cash to do so later in life. just imagine 1 satelite will cost least about few millions.

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i just love my classes so far, their so project based. like totally really kewl. finally get the feel of studying like a real fuckingineer. hehe jk. just hope that my studies doesnt capsize at the very last minute.

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tomorrow's classes are a killer. 8am straight till 9.30pm. yap you read right, thats a total of 13 and a half of goddamn studying. but i have a 2 hour break in between so i guess its alrite. make it 11 and a half hours of studying then. eheee.

cant wait for fridays. mmm.

short post

in college now.

supposed to be researching on projects. but then again. knowing me. hehe.

guess what guys, my appeal for extra class got accepted. so now i'm still on track to graduate end o this year.

YIPPIEE~!!!

anyhow. classes so far are kewl. i like my timetable. mm hmm. feel like a lil school kid..

but where are the hawt freshies? DAMNIT~!

dizzy?

i'm currently in a state where average people would just sleep it over. but then again when was i ever normal..

just got back home from futsol, yamcha and watching a ghost movie.

after a whole 3 weeks staying at home. it has definelty took its toll on me. i told you guys before that i've gained weight, well now its gotten from bad to worst as my fitness level has now decrease to a shameful depth. gotta work on that. gotta work on that. i'm not gonna look like a fucking tub-o-lard once more. one time is enough.

seriously, it only took like 10 minutes before i was seeing stars. everytime the ball went on the opposing side i'd put my hand on my knee's to take my breath. that almost went about till the last 15 minutes of the game.

fuck me. i'm going jogging!

meh!

after futsol, its almost customary to have drinks. so we went yamcha. i was poofed tired. so plans were to head home till a friend called asking me to join in to watch a ghost movie..

the unborn.

well actually what i heard on the phone was 'ambun'. he said it was thai. so when i reached his house and asked wtf is 'ambun' about, he laughed his ass of for a good 5 minutes. anyway. from the titles, it seriously sounded spooky not to mention the very graphic title menu (its a dvd).

well the story went on about this girl, who got beaten to a pulp by this druglord because she sold drugs for an irrational price.

imagine: 3 pills for 1 baht.

you cuntface moron of a bitch, how the fuck could you be so damn stupidd? 3 for 1 baht? thats cheaper that gum dammit!

pardon my french, well. if i was the druglord i'll bitchslap her too. anyways, she got thrown into the river because of that. which she later wakes up in a hospital. from here on the haunting begins..

it started in the toilet where she was about to take some drugs, suddenly the whole toilet was filled with water. she almost drowned and she saw the ghost. *dum dum dum~!* this i would call, the first meeting.

woooo.. makes ya wanna watch the show innit?

after long-abletomakeawomenreachmonopause period she soon finds out more and more about the ghost. plus more and more haunting..

there were moments where the ghost would appear to be very fond of the toilet, as she keeps on appearing in em. my bet was to stay away frm toilets and pee in bottles. but would the girl listen to me? fuck no. meh.

so the story slowly builds up. with now more people believing her. more close-up encounters with the ghost. then suddenly..



i fell asleep. i woke up just in time to see the credits. wee~! gotta love ghost movies.


now i wanna go sleep. bye~!

tag me if you love me~!

hie hie ~!

would like to thank those people who have visited my blog. =)

would appreciate it more if you guys would kindly tag me, so i'd actually know who's reading ..


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oh weee.. sorry late blog.

its friday. i just got back home. i shall now blog abt wednesday. haha. i kno its late but been busy. eheee.

ya know staying in a dorm does have its ups and downs. one downside is that you'd rarely go to movies. lazy, plus the existence of pasar malam selling dvd's everyweek just more o less kills off any willingness to actually get up and go to the cinema. so before the lazyness and financial freedom deserts me completely, i went on a movie marathon.

what other better day to see movies than on wednesday, when the tickets are only 6 quids ~! yippiee! so its off to the cinema's for suffieaee. obviously i didnt go there alone, that'll be just plain sad + pathetic. so for this marathon, i had to slowly choose who to pick. candidates should

• not doze off halfway. snoring just annoys.
• have the ability to understand. least read english. jokes are meant to be funny. duh!
• be equipped with 40 quids for tickets + soda's + popcorn + lunch.
• MOVIE LOVER! (most important)

after long hours(10 minutes) of searching. i've found the most alligible candidate. they are

• Basil- 50kg. 5'7". bald + retro. his spontaneous combustion of humor from his mouth is equal to those coming out from his rear. though usually fazes out when an sexy female approaches. kick ass joke + obnoxious laugh makes him a deadly asset.
• Aiman - 65kg. 5'9". buff to the bone. soldier of m'sia. popcorn n soda lover. practically has a whole collection of dvd's and vcd. couldnt of chose a bigger movie lover. together with his knowledge of previous movies, detecting any forgery is a sniff.

picking out movies to watch wasnt exactly rocket science. there was 3 blockbuster movies. so we chose that 3. hehe. so here are the movies with their respective reviews..

meet the fockers.

a sequel to meet the parents. but this time robert de niro visits ben stiller's parents. was the perfect way to start a marathon. totally pumped us up with its constant humor. ben stiller still is stupid to the bone. robert de niro needs to get more sex. and who the fuck keeps their foreskin. eew. a good laugh nevertheless. some say it sucked i say it rocked. so its up to you guys to decide.

quotes: 'assh-hooole'

the aviator

this show is almost 3 hours. would suggest that you guys come prepared for some long dialogues. to those whom have the english literacy of a 4 year a old. ya might wanna skip this one. it tells a tale of howard hughs. a genius to me, in aviation and business. defineatly inspired me. for those who need a boost for goals. do watch.

quotes: 'its all about the future. its all about the future. its all about the future. its all about the future. its all about the future. its all about the future. its all about the future. its all about the future. its all about the future.'

kungfu hussle

its stephen chow. its kungfu. its fucking funny. a MUST watch for those who are under serious stress. would definetly be a plus if you understood chinese. fred not, the subtitles are easy to understand and funny as hell to boot. my fav character would be the musical assassins. *strum strum* *beheads a cat* seriously a MUST watch.

quotes: 'sau pei leh'

haha havent heard that word in ages man.

overall. the selection of movies couldnt of been better. 2 kick ass comedies + 1 inspiring, and it all cost me only 18 quids. mm-hmmm~! gotta love wednesdays. gotta love the movies too~!

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was back in college on thursday to settle my subjects. the results still werent out, it'll be out on monday.

sigh.

i think my stress level has reached a max. cos i practically slept most of the time while waiting. felt tired and drowsy even after those long hours. kills the body ya might say.

anticipation is murder.

cold sweat, unable to relax, bored, 10 billion things on your mind, crappy thoughts.

though i'm only awaiting verdict on my subject. it feels as though i'm awaiting for life sentence in prison. seriously. it tires you mentally, it drains you of most joy around you. wastes your time too.

people out there. dont enter UniKL. the system sucks.

bmi

just gotten back from a long long day. nyeh. fucked up college. problems not solved yet. getting me more pissed off each day. lets take it from the top shall we?

day 1: register(ing how stupid can college staff be)
first thought: 'i got gewd results. today sounds like a gewd day to see friends. wee~!'

fuck wrong. woke up so fucking early just to take the 7.45 lrt to gombak. the road seemed so empty, but the lrt was fucking packed. i just realised how much people use the lrt to go to work each day. sad part is, i dont see any progress to upgrade services. just more pathetic lame ass adverts. when will you mofo's learn dammit! bah. so there i was in the lrt, wearing formal with a backpack and headphones. talk about being different rite. even at kelana jaya station(the last station in pj) was packed frm the start. people just dont bloody get it. they know its fucking packed. yet they still barge right through and slowly pushing the people inside nearly kissing distance.

come on malaysians, would you like it if someone pushed you so close you could smell other peoples breath? then dont fucking push! fucktards.

reaching terminal gombak, had to wait another 20 minutes for my friend to pick me up before heading down to the bank to bank in my college fee's. okay so done. at 10am we reached college, normally registering takes only a measly 2 hours at most. thats considered worst case scenario. this time, it was waaay different. there was no system of waiting, the que didnt exist so people kept on cutting through. the person in charge was so dumbstruck and they were so goddamn selfish. took their on sweet time on students then later out of no where decided to go for lunch breaks. wtf not only are you people stupid for your age by not arranging a proper system of waiting, your thinking with your stomach? gees! where'd they hire you?

later right before registering, there was this counter. a debt counter. a new list of outstanding debts suddenly appeared.

Students who did not pay their debts will be suspended of hostel residentiality.

browsed for my name. heh it wasnt there, but 1 of my roomates were. tot it was nothing so i just continued registering and got a room. finally after 4 bloody hours of fucking waiting because.. the staff were too damn moronic.

later my roomates rang me up.

basyeer: i didnt get a room.
me: wtf? what do you mean you didnt get a room? but your name wasnt on the list anyway. wtf happened?
basyeer: they deleted my name. but i already paid the debt long time ago.
me: so how now?
basyeer: gotta go home to get the receipt. if not i dont get a room with you guys.
me: go all the way back to fucking shah alam? you fucking serious? your still staying with us rite?
basyeer: dont think so, some junior is replacing me.
me: holifuck that aint happening man..

so we trotted down to the student affairs. saw the SAM(student affairs manager). told him wat was going on. SAM just sweettalked his way out just as he always do. bitch. the room placing was still unconfirmed after all that shit coming out from his mouth. nvr liked that motherfucker anyway.

basyeer went back to S.A anway to grab his receipt as proof. while i rang up for backup. called my dad asked him to inform the provost(somewhat like a headmaster of the inst) what was going on. the provost asked us to meet her first thing tomorrow morning with the receipt.


day 2: academic(ally too stupid even with a degree)

the call to the provost did wonders. didnt take longer than 5 minutes for her to give out the order. before long it was over.

problem 1 : get basyeer into same room.
outcome: solved!

so with a clear thought taht we've settled that problem. its time for class registration. i picked a very nice schedule for my class. mmm hmm. liked it alot. on friday i only have class at 8-9am. then i can just go back home. weee~! it was happy fun joy freedom. till

i found out that i had to extend my course 1 extra semester just to take 1 subject. yes you read right. i'm currently lacking in 2 credit hours, which i thought of covering by taking Micro N this semester. Micro N is compulsory before you can take Micro P. but

'college doesnt offer Micro N this semester.' said the lecturer.

WTF~!. so i asked, weither i could just take Micro P this semester and take Micro N next semester. its still the same thing only different sequence.

No.

omg. if i have to extend my stay here just to take 1 subject which is only 2 credit hours. thats utterly preposterous. come on fucking numbskull's of a lecturer. where'd ya left your brain and common sense? does your intelligence get lower each time you jack off? or does it just dropoff like your hair, you fucking baldeagle.

so now i gotta wait for a verdict frm the admins. wether their gonna make a special night class for students who wanna take Micro N this semester.

problem 2: night classes for Micro N.
outcome: to be determined ...

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i normally keep my calm on situations like this. but this. this too stupid to be a problem for University Kuala Lumpur BMI. is just too damn dumb.

you brand us temperamental. yet your 'high-tech' system is utterly crap just like you.
we thought the shame ended with the lame pathetic rules. yet the suprises just keep on coming.

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tis just too stupid.

i rarely get pissed. if i do. stay the fuck away & dont be such a jackass.

jan the 3rd

hello. tis now the 3rd of jan and few hours time i'll be in college again. for registration.

forgive me if i do not post up any updates for a few days. i'll be quite busy the next few days with unpacking and moving into my dorm. must admit i am slightly enthusiastic about coming back, but then fear the lack of sleep and tons of paperwork would utterly smack me like a fly.

gotta concentrate more this time, more towards my final project. ehee. if it works out.

i'll be building a remote control car via computer with live video feed. the kind which you see NASA sending to mars before sending humans.

no fuckers, it aint easy as it seems.

but if i do succeed, pray that i do. the project is totally gonna be awesome.

think mobile-remote voyeur.

haha jk.

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i've gained some weight over the hols. so now. i suffieaee, will attempt the possible. and reduce my weight which is currently at 67kgs. to 60kgs. within say maybe 3 months. least i'll look better for the ladies. nyehnyeh.

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remember the bet i made with the lads about getting a gf before new years. postmortem, we all failed. we're all wankers. well partially. nevertheless, financially i am fucked. so girls. if your willing to go out with a financially troubled guy. pls do call me. ;)

results

results are out for previous term.

suffieaee got:

*drumroll please*

GPA 3.45!!

which has pulled up my CGPA to 3.05. meaning that SUFFIEAEE IS GOING TO UK in JUNE 2005! and also 2006!

yes you fuckers. SUFFIEAEE is U.K BOUND!!

nu year

happy new year lads!

2004 is out the window. bring on in 2005!

since our 'beloved' PM has disallowed any extraodinairy celebrations to remember those which have been lost in the tsunami recently. making plans was literally a pain in the arse. just thinking 'where to go?' and 'do what there?' was the million dollar question for the day.

i called up like 6 different people and they've all given me the same answer.

suff: hey man, any plans for tonight?
others: nope no idea. got anything good? mebbe i cud tag along..
suff: er. i was thinkin more on the lines of me tagging u..
others: oh. nope then. so shall we stay at home?
suff: omg no. pls. nvm call ya back..

yeap. it went the same for the other 5 calls made. aiee.

i always hated new years celebration.

so i stayed at home till about 8. when my phone started to ring. more and more people started to get anxious about where to go and stuff. but i still had the same damn answer. 'i dont bloody know!' the amount of idea's on what could be done was uncountable. not rational ones. were zero. reasons were:

1. limited funds.
2. it was already 8.30pm.
3. traffic was crap.
4. we dont drink.

conversation with mark :

suff: so how? whats the worst thing we could be doing on new years other than staying at home?mark: er lets see. we'll go have a drink. then we go to a cybercafe and play some games..

*long pause*
suff: holyfuck no way in the world that we're gonna spend our new years playing stupid com games. fucking fo real. now fucking way!
mark: well you did ask for worst case scenario.
*incoming call*

suff: yea? plans?
reef: dude 9pm get ready. bring camera.
suff: okay done.
*hangs up*

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*later at 9.30
suff: where the hell are you guys?
reef: outside in 5 mins. we're going to genting.
suff: say what? whats in genting? nvm that forget it. weeee!

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the car arrived shortly afterwards.everyone in the car seemed to be filled with anticipation. drove off straight away to the nearest petrol pump. only to realize that i forgot my wallet. oh god. checked back at my place. then we're off. fo real.

- genting
well since we drove up with 2 cars. 1 of the car was slightly underpowered(the car i was in) so it wasnt as kick ass fun as we tot it wud be. drivin in the rain up to genting. roads were slightly slippery but nothing an experienced driver cant handle! *grunts*

i didnt drive.

holding a bunch of BKing's fries in one hand, munching em and driving up genting in the rain. superb driver you might say.

the car was auto.

there was an accident nearing the top which included 2 iswara's and 2 rather 'jingjang' chinese outside.

morons. this aint initial-d. now go celeb ny at the autoshop. fools.

-genting

it was packed. jam and foggy. it was normal. we were still stuck in the car during the countdown. enjoying the view of people getting sprayed and shit, when suddenly my friend says his power window cant go up. just when the rain started to get heavier.

suff: come on mate. do sumthing abt it. ur gettin urself wet. not to mention me in the process.
ajim: fuck, this happened before. when it was raining also.. yada yada.
suff: hold your story. wtf do we do? here haf a tissue. thats all i can do to help.

so with the power window fucked. lucky it only drizzled. since we were getting our ass wet and balls shrunk(imagine the wrinkles) cos o this weather. haha just kidding. decided to go for a jog. to find the other car. gave a knock on the window which scared the shit outta reef. ahah.

we did manage to fix the power window and went roaming about genting. things we found out abt genting. genting is

1. filled with chinese ah-bengs with winter clothing. they've must of bought em during summer sale.
2. boring if you didnt come for the rides or checking-in with a hot girl.
3. expensive to boot.
4. not that cold, so ssup with em clothes?
5. a rip off vegas.

after a few drinks and photo snapping. we decided to leave for hartamas. my friend was sleepy so i drove. not exactly sure why the hell is everyone driving so bloody slow. while i'm mostly driving in neutral. saving fuel. nyeh.

-hartamas

reached hartamas at 3. thoughts were that it wouldnt be packed by now. totally wrong. stuck in traffic for half an hour. decided to grab the nearest parking i saw. tots wud be that its gonna be fucking hard to find any more decent ones. again wrong, walking out i saw another 4 parking spaces. fuck. hartamas can be so unpredictable?

was walking towards square(dapur) when i saw this transvestite(bapok) crossing the street in their so called 'flirtatious walk' in the jam. a dude purposely hit the bapok with his car.

bapok yelp 'oh mak kau!!'

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

should see the expression on the sad fuck. it went back to the car for retribution, cant really see what happened but i only noticed that the fella's power window was a wee bit to slow. it got him first.

HAHA!

had another round of drinks. then left since the rest o the lads were pretty much in a daze. all sleepy longing for a pillow.

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now i'm back home. slightly better ny's than i expected. least i didnt have to take care of drunkards this time. nevertheless,

i hate new years.