cisco

classes started.

ugh.

i hate waking up early.

4 weeks till final project dateline.

assfucked.

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on lighter news, i just sat for my cisco ccna -1 module 1 test. its just basic stuff actually, but still gave out me bad jibes. i got a total of 84.5% passing mark is 80%. highest passing mark i've ever seen. was suppose to finish up module 2 test too. but the internet gave in mid way. so we had to postpone the test to perhaps later today.

its not as hard as we thought it would be. heck actually, we're thinking of possibly finishing all the modules for ccna - 1 by next month or sumthing. will have to check our schedule to see when's the best time.

weee.

oh yea, midterms are in 2 weeks.

i got 3 papers to sit for, by the looks of it. i gotta study real hard if i wanna get the pointer i want. i wanna aim for a 4 flat this semester, though truth be told, most prob i'll just get highest of 3.8 o sumthing. thehe.

going to the uk education fair on the weekend totally didnt help much. i didnt get much information outta the spokesperson there. most of em are even the same people during the last uk edu fair. so i'd say, its a waste actually if i came down all the way to klcc just for that.

lucky i wast there to get new shoes.

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i got new shootin boots.

total 90 III. black n white theme.

havent tried it yet, will do so hopefully by this weekend.

my adidas pulse trx finally gave in after a year and 2 months worth of spot kicks and shooting.

sob sob. the memories.

i still wear my pulse in college since its outdoors. saving my total 90 only for indoor futsal sessions. i'm soo taking care of my shoe this time.

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am actually in com lab now. my friends doing a presentation and i'm typing this post out. thehe.

laters yall.

introduce urself.

ya know, its almost everyday do we meet new people. well almost, and as people always say that the first impressions everything. like meeting a chick or a stud, u'd definitely wanna be welldressed to least pull off a decent person look. but apart from the good looks, designer labels, suffocating perfumes. it always help to give a very distinct introduction. normally, people would just say 'hie' or 'hello', introduce urself and thats it. at times its so dull and heck, wont even get u that number u want.

so how's about giving a better, more trendy, flashy, hip & happening intro that will just blow them off their feets. first impressions everything. want an example u say, well an easy resource which i believe not many people have dug into would be movies. dudes and dudettes, movie's are more resourceful than u think!

here are a few intros which i think would really definitely get u on the right foot in no time! woot!

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'i am suffieaee, son to a retired mother, father to millions of children, ex-boyfriend to a hot girlfriend, husband to a murdered boyfriend, girlfriend to alot of gay friends...'

'studmuffin, studmuffin suffieaee..'

'your friendly neighbourhood stalker, suffieaee. pleased to meet u..'

'hello, i'm suffieaee@gmail.com'

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see, not only do they sound funky, it goes well with almost every occasion. theres more intro's that i wish to share with u guys, but i gotta go soon.

toodles.

quests?

heres a new and fresh post for all o yous.

im sorry the previous post is so winding and uninteresting, heck its even outdated. i wanted to post that up on monday itself, but just kept getting caught up with other things. ahaks. so anyways. heres a short and rather amusing post for you..

i didnt do much today. went for a short drink in the afternoon with mark, which led to playing dota. i can actually count with my fingers the times i've played or even entered any cybercafe in the last year or so.. so much contrast to 4 years back..

i've moved on.

ahaks. well world cyber games (WCG) is currently on at midvalley. brought back some memories of actually playing competitively in online games. least i got a medal and cert to brag about.

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later in the evening i went down to Winz artstore in taman mayang with mark to get the items needed to make my camera casing..

suff: excuse me, do you have those cardboard like plastics, which i can cut and glue together.. ya knoww..
lady: yea, we have them.
suff: alrite kewl, i'll take a small portion of that. what do you use to glue it together?
lady: erm, we use chloroform.
suff: oh okay, can i have that too..
lady: we have chloroform, but normally students bring their own bottles. we dont have bottles..
suff: aiseh, do you know have or know where i cud get bottles?
lady: try the pharmacy across the street..
suff: ritey hoe..

at first i was a tad bit confused cus they used chloroform to glue the plastic. i tot chloroform had only one use, and that was to make someone faint. ya know, cover someone's mouth and nose with it and voila! they gone. i walked acrossed the street anyways, to the pharmacy. pharmacy's selling glass bottles. weird. i'll just ask the worker there.

suff: hie there, do you sell glass bottles..
worker: well, u need it to fill chloroform is it?
suff: yea. have u got any?
worker: we dont exactly have glass bottles. but what the students normally do is, they buy the livita drink, drink the liquid and use the bottle. we sell livita btw.
suff: *scratches head* oklah mark, i down half bottle u down half.
mark: ok lahh.

midway through drinking the livita.

mark: shit wei, that means the livita must be selling like hot cakes la.
suff: yea la i guess, wtf wei.. oh well.

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weird situation. though it seriously reminded me of RPG games like diablo..

the quest of the holy liquid.

.. the holy liquid of cuntsy is located north of unclelimshire. you'll need to find the sacred bottle of jackdans to fill the holy liquid. the sacred bottle can only be found in the highest peaks of mount titi guarded by giant squirels. but it is said that the sacred bottle contains poison, only the sexiest of warriors have survived the poison. only after u have drank the poison, filled the sacred bottle of jackdans with holy liquid of cuntsy are you able to get the ancient cardboard cube.

by placing a kancil and 6 motor trader magazines in the ancient cardboard cube, you will get an imbued master warrior subaru impreza wrx accompanied by a sexy japan gt super model with only the bucket seats as covers.

thehee.

this is weak.

so heres the story about saturday.

as much of you know, yesterday recharge revelations 3 was in PD yesterday. i was suppose to head on down there with my cousin but it was already 5 plus, i was happily entertaining mark with ridiculous antics and rubbish talks and still there wasnt any calls nor anything. i totally thought the trip was cancelled, since most people had already left in the afternoon, we'd be like the only insane people to miss out just by reaching there late.

5.30pm.

reef: dude, standby. few minutes i'll come over.
suff: say what? we going? dude fo real ?
reef: just get ur damn shorts ready lah!
suff: okok.

packed my shit. bathed, got ready and waited. bear in mind this is malaysia's first official fucking huge beach party. being the cuntsy ass that i am, i just couldnt fucking bother to dress for it. so i opt for a dnb white tshirt, my excellent soccershorts and trustable ripcurl slipppers. its a beach party, so dress up like were going to the beach lah.

by about 6 plus, i was in the car heading towards ampang. i asked my cousin, whats the delay and why the fuck are we going to pd at 6pm. the party starts at 6. so he filled me in on the shit.

oh yea. i forgot to mention.

i only had exactly 50 bucks for the whole fucking trip. thats means for petrol, food and ticket.

suff: dude ya know that i only have 50 for the whole fucking trip aight?
reef: yea same here.
suff: so fucking 50 aint gonna fucking cover everything lah. dont fucking pull my leg here man. seriousl how the fuck are we gonna get in?
reef: we're picking up a friend o mine. his friends left him for pd. he'll tell us the shit.
suff: uhhuhhh. ok then..

picks up harees all the way at ampang point. so after all the cliche introductions and shit. i seriously had to know the lowdown of our fantastic strategy of entering this shit. cus it'll be real cocky if we reached there just to bumm around the entrance ey.

suff: so dudes, fucking serious. whats the plan? i got no fucking money to pay for tickets ere man.
harees: i got this shit covered man. no worries, by hook or by crook we'll fucking enter.
reef: right on!
suff: ok.

was a long ass drive to pd. stoppped by shell for some dinner. check it.

4 chocolate buns.
1 sneakers bar.

with ghetto melody of the nigga's of england. 'yo yo yo! bo selecta! we's be going to partaeee all night! check 1 2!' damnit it was a long ass drive to pd. never evah did i went so far just to partae man. we clocked in close to 9pm at pd town.

theory of the day:
to know the number of people going for this rave. check out the amount of cars at pd toll.

result:
totally not fucking true!

it was quite funny when there was this car next to us, filled with 3 leng lui's. we're sure that they were heading to revelations too didnt know the way. so we were looking at em, suddenly the ahmoi at the passenger seat turns, gave harees a weird look. harees then pointed straight towards the direction we're headed. they later followed our car towards revelations.

haha. BINGO!

3 lenglui's vs. 3 single chaps. the night is goooood!

well. it was slowly turning into shambles when the traffic started to turn real assy and fucking congested. we could see spotlights shining through the clouds, which defineatly made us wanna reach there as fucking fast as possible. it was calling to us, like gotham city calling for batman. we were batman and all the fine ladies were ones in need of much macho rescueing.

by the time we reached the junction to admiral bay, it was closed by the police so we had to figure out where the bloody hell to park our car, not to mention the 3 lenglui's car as well. just so we cud have their numbers or a dance later. wickedly enough, there was a turning into hospital pd. it was a sure shot that theres alot of parking there and its free and it fucking opens 24/7.

instinct did good. it was fucking empty. woop! but alas, the 3 lovely lenglui's didnt turn into the hospital parking. thus, no ah moi's to play with.

waaaa. kannineh. fucking ahmoi's.

the walk towards the entrance was fucking asssed long. i was a tad scared that i was gonna be the only person with slippers, since everyfuckingone else was wearing shoe's. shufflers with fat pants and shit. its a fucking fact i cant dance properly with this slippers. oh well. was a risk.

we finally reached the ticketing counter at 9.30pm. crowd was okay, not too many. then, it happened...

problem 1.

maxis and digi was down. no outgoing calls nor in coming calls. our ticket in was with a fellow friend, he was already in. fucked. we tried calling all the connections we got, which also happens to be all maxis's valued customers. so we were ass fucked. we drove all the way here, our ticket in got fucking screwed just cus of maxis. we waited by the entrance like paparazi's looking at artists. i was so fucking amazed at the ladies. ughhh. i was in heaavennnnlahhh! i saw tits and tits. i mean, bikini's and more bikini's. aiyayai! amma dey tambi!

we stood there for fucking 3 hours. looking out for any heads we knew whom might bring us in or least call the dude with the tickets out. close to 11.30, my feet hurts like fuck from standing like a moron, im sweaty. fuck i was on the verge of giving up, pd got fucking screwed just cus of maxis. fucking horse fuck. argh.

then a glimmer of light..

harees: dudes, its him!
suff: who? hrm.
reef: eh fuck, he's not in yet? fucking call him over u nutfuck.
harees: WAAAN!

wan gives a nod. signs us to wait for him.

its a fucking miracle. he's not even in yet. our ticket in havent enter yet. yay! we're fucking entering! yay! fucking stress wei!

so we had to wait for another hour for him to come out with the tickets. but then..

problem 2.

wan: dudes, heres the cash. lets go get u guys the ticket.
suff: huh? no tickets yet?
wan: yeayea. no sweat.
suff: dude, ya fucking realized that the long ass fucked line is actually the queing for the tickets?
wan: think possitiveeee..

so we slowly trailed back to the entrance... like a huge anvil dropping from the sky, this event was really playing hard to get not to mention ass fucking us..

problem 3.

tickets are sold out.

suff: i give up man. seriously, this is fucking ass fuck at its limit. fucking event really doesnt want us in man.
reef: ey anything man, up to you guys. i feel ass fucked too.
harees: fuck wei, we're this fucking close. this FUCKING close.
wan: ey man, cant just lose hope aight. we'll figure something man.

after 20 minutes of brainstorming and putting all shames aside.

wan: how about u guys just enter with my tag. ill go in, and pass it to ya.
suff: dude ya fucking notice rite, theres like 2 fucking negro's guarding the re-entry booth. u wanna be assfucked by a gorilla? not me man.
harees: come on man. last chance. worst cud happen they'd just wont let u in.
suff: ok lah. bring it.

at the re-entry booth..

problem 4.

suff: they fucking stamped ur hand wei. not only do they check for bands, they stamped ur hand with that uv shit. we're assed fuck.
wan: dudes, i seriously forgot. i dont know how else man. last chance, i have to go in soon. if i had any way to help u guys, i'd fucking help man..
reef: fucked. fucked.
harees: try it man. seriously.
wan: up to you man. meet me up at that end. i'll pass to ya the band.

so we

watched wan enter through the re-entry gate and head to a nearby fence, where wan is going to pass us his band. harees was the first to go, so he slowly glued the band back on his hand. he used my watch to make it less obvious that the band was already broken. we said our good lucks and harees was off. he snuck in between a few people and fucking got through. fucking hell.

my cousin reef was next. so he did the same thing, slowly glued back the band and used my watch as a cover. he snuck between a few people and with only a few metres left before we cud celebrate. the black bouncer stopped him.

fucked.
reef then mumbled something about sweating the uv stamp away, unknowing enough the black bouncer requested his friend to stamp reef’s hand. close call. 2 down, 1 last one to go. my turn. did the same thing and slowly made my way to the re-entry booth. my stomach was just about to jump out. I was sure that they’d bust me and kick the shit outta me. my mind suddenly portrayed a beaten to pulp version of suffieaee. I pretended to be on the phone even though the probability to get connection at the time was zilch. snuck in between a few people and waited my turn..

black bouncer notices tag, looks for stamp. suffieaee still pretending to be on phone.

bouncer : wheres ur stamp?
suff: *looks at bouncer, puts down the imaginary phone call* I dont know, must of sweated it off.
bouncer: wait here.

I was sure I was gonna be ass raped. If not dress in a maid’s dress, whipped and anally tortured to death. i think about 15 people got in while I was waiting. then a dude was stopped, similar case as mine cept mine’s fake. bouncer then asks him to go over to an Indian dude and get restamped. I followed suit and particularly made show of my utter disgust of being held like any legal ticket bearer. Indian fella believed me, got the stamp and I was in..

finally!

I went over to reef and harees who were both still waiting by the fence. they were contemplating on how badly ass fucked I could be if I didn’t pull it off. cus I was taking such an arsed time to get by. we hooted like scoundrels when they saw I got through..

god, the place was fucking huge. after all that bad ordeal, we’re finally fucking in revelations. we decided to have a lookaround before deciding which booth will we be staying. there was 2 rooms, each about the size of my high school field. there was even a fucking ferris wheel. now that u don’t fucking see often at raves, it was wicked. after scoping the whole place out, i was laughing my ass off as I heard there was gonna be a platform for those shufflers to dance on, alas. all the shufflers with fat pants had to dance on tar.

but there was 1 thing which I which I must complain about, they bloody fenced the place so there was no possibility for some water play.

beach party, but no sea. wtf? they should just name it sand party rite?

we took our spot after much surveying. though it wasn’t exactly the best one in terms of bootae quantity. but it was alrite I guess. It was already quite late when we got in, so we only managed to listen to 2 dj’s; john gielen and scott project. It was a tad bit awkward trying to dance on sand, wearing slippers totally didn’t help either. but being the cheeky lil bugger that I am, I brought in a whistle. at first I was a tad bit shy and only gave out small puff’s. but as the night got by.. preeet preeet preet preeet! It became even funnier when a girl behind me hooted together when I blew the whistle. unlucky that she wasn’t good looking, if not I’d just continue and made her hoot louder. ahaks.

by the time scott project came on, we were already in deep trance and danced those long hours standing and waiting for people, we were getting tired. to make matters worst, my newly collected contact lenses were making me nauseous. each thump from the bass made me head go thump as well. alas, when scott project played NRG, my head was already killing me. you cud say, I looked as though I was on drugs or sumthing.

I asked reef to accompany me for a short walk, hopefully relieve myself of this headache. met a lot of familiar faces, finally met up with drew when born slippy was on. he forced me to dance with him, but I declined not wanting to vomit on spot. when I got back into the dance floor, scott project has already played his last track and so, the party was over.

the walk back to the car took ages, I basically was wobbling back.

It was already about to be 5am. we were all burnt and knackered from the long night. plan was to look for a nearby r&r area, grab some food or something before heading back to kl. I dozed off for a good 10-15 minutes, cus the thumping hasn’t left my head yet.

when I woke up, apparently harees wanted to meet up with an old friend thus were still in PD. It took us a while to find the god damn apartment, knackered plus bad sense of direction is utter assfuck. when we finally got there, we thought our troubles have stopped. alas, wrong again, midway roaming about pd we kinda hit a sharp glass or someshit, thus our rear left tire was flat. lucky thing we’re already parked in the apartment.

ya know sometimes, its quite shameful that Malaysians are a tad blatantly stupid when it came to the obvious. as we were midway fixing the flat tire. flat tire out in the open, spare tire already in place. a few groups of people walk pass us noticing our dilemma…

passerby1: bro, flat tire er bro?
us: er yea..

after 5 minutes.. another group of people walked pass.

passerby2: bro, flat tire huh?
us: err yeaaaaa…

hello. Its so fucking obvious rite it’s a flat tire, why the hell would the spare be in if it aint a flat tire. if another person comes by and asks the same question.. this is what we’ll fucking say..

*passerby: bro, flat tire huh?
us: no lah, our batteries dead..

or;

*passerby: bro flat tire huh?
us: nah, our power window’s not working..

perhaps;

*passerby: bro flat tire huh?
us: oh yeaaa horr, why didn’t we think of that! *smacks forehead* thanks broo, u saved our life.

gees. blah. I just dunno what else to say.

cus o that, our trip back took fucking ages since we cud only travel at a maximum speed of 80km/h. it totally blows man traveling at the most left lane whilst watching all the other cars pass us by with ease.

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I finally reached home at 11am. ate some food, bathed, slept till 3.

called up mark for a short drink, to mostly brag about revelation, the chicks and also our lil problematic trip. so me and mark was is jelutong having some small talks and also enjoying an ‘ais limau’ on a hot afternoon. coincidentally, a few of my juniors were seated on the next table dressed totally in football clothes.

me: why the fuck are you guys dressed like this? just finished futsal issit?
Izwan: nolah, we’re going for casting.
me: casting? where?
Izwan: upstairs.
me: ooo sounds interesting, I’ll come and watch…

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upstairs.
i’ve always wanted to try out for casting but the proper opportunity has never occurred. they needed extra’s for football players. explains the football attire, I implicated to my juniors that if there is a slot for me, I want to be innit for the money. fuck knows I’m in serious need of money.

so the casters gathered around for the briefing, I was sitting on a couch but being curious I stuck out my head to listen. a very gay looking fella was holding a couple of jerseys and was asking people who weren’t wearing jerseys to try em on. he suddenly pointed at me and asked me to try on the jersey. he then asked me to bring football shoe’s for tomorrow’s shoot.

I was gaping wide open, state of surprise and grinning at the same time.

all I intended to do was just see mark, have some small talks and go home. now here I am, over an ‘ais limau’ I now have a shoot tomorrow. what are the bloody odds of that. I went home with a very large grin on my face.

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arsenal lost again to chelsea that night. pissy, cuntsy rubbish of a goal by drogba.

bleh.

watching footie is now officially boring.

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I woke up the next day at 5am, cus we’re suppose to rendezvous at jelutong by 5.45 before heading off to the shooting place. my eyes were completely bagged and fuck it was freezing.

the shoot was at a field at usj 2. upon reaching there, they served us breakfast of nasi lemak with some other western thingie’s like baked beans. right after finishing our breakfast, we were asked to start warming up.

great.

fucking great.

warm up with full stomachs, wow that’ll definitely give our body alotta good. asswipe. I just strolled around the park, unwanting to break too much of a sweat and get appendix.

when they say extra, they really do mean extra. I doubt that my face is 100% visible, but who cares. I’m only doing this for the 200 bucks. I got a lotta plans for that money. yes sirrey..

at times the directors were being a real bitch. asking us to stand in the middle of the god forsaking sun for bloody long while making us curse each time he says, ‘cut! one more time!’. fucking ass.


by 2pm. the shoot was over. I was burnt and knackered. I went to play futsal later that evening. by 11pm I was already dozing.

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the actual plans for the holiday was to finish up my project.

Its now about 55% done.

previously I mentioned there was a design defect thanks to the lecturer who decided to make his own design instead of mine. I had to send it for re-welding just so it’ll look like how I designed it.

defect design;

3 wheels (1 free wheel, 2 motorized)
2 motors.

wastage: approximately rm140.
tires(4) : rm20 each
motors(2) : rm30 each


ACTUAL/PROPOSED/MY design

4 wheels(all motorized)
4 motors

wastage: null

as seen below.

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a new problem occurred.

I’m suppose to build a casing to fit in the wireless camera and torch. but the shop I went at the very last minute said they couldn’t do it. excellent timing bitches. tomorrows another long day to look for a solution.

btw. the spray can and coffee bean stamp card is to give u guys a rough idea of the actual size. laters.

adoiiii

suffieaee's on holiday.

woop!

what better way to celebrate the first day of this joyest festive than to have a severe stomach ache. fucking twat. i woke up this morning with a weird feeling in my gut. i thought it was just me body telling me to fucking eat soemthing since my daily meals really do consist of just one meal. then it started to get worse, so i rushed home and grabbed an early lunch. it was defineatly more than just a wholesome.

but.

the pain didnt give in, it was still there. in fact, it got worst. it felt like my stomach was being poked and squeezed at the same time, the pulsating effect didnt help either. i tried putting ointment and massaged me belly. it was okay for a while, enough to let me sleep the afternoon off but it was still there.

i guess the feelings something what the closest i'd ever feel to getting montly girlish cramps. ahakz. but fuck weih, it was serious agony. after about 9 hours of excruciating pain, my dad finally brought me to see a doctor. she said it wasnt anything serious. just a fullload of air-y stomach, i forgot the medical term.

fucking air.

well i guess thats a huge sign about eating frequent meals instead of just a heavy breakfast each day. sheesh. just hope my parents would now supply me with enough cash for the month since i'm flat out dry financially.

laters.

the weeks end

update:
things i plan to do during my one week holiday~!;

-play as much footie.
-meet up with as many friends possible
-party like mad
-finish project chasis
-eat regularly
-finish assignments
-change templates? see how it goes.
-get a copy of my spm cert. fucken lost it thanks to a uselesss friend.
-not be completely broke
-watch arsenal trash chelsea.

thats all the plans so far, so you lots better call me for drinks during this coming week. if not, i's be sending all em bad karma to yous and hope ur bum itches badly.

its been pretty shitty week. my project got a real ass fucking. it totally didnt turn out as it was suppose to be. but i guess thats what u get from asking other people doing things for you. sometimes you just gotta do things urself. so now i gotta fix the whole shit, 4 weeks to come till project demo. *crosses fingers*

i got a weeks holiday starting from next week.

gimme a call for outs. i should be free, if not swamped with work and trying to figure how the fuck to fix my project. i'll post a more detailed version later, with pictures too.

havent been taking much pictures this week, but will do so in the coming week. so just for now, a few pictures i've been wanting to post for ages, just hating the connection.

this is actually a monument that was build in London, commemorating the women who were sacrificed during worldwar2.


the battlegrounds for all fellow footie enthusist in my college

last saturday's defeat post picture whoring. we lost. but fuck do we care, as long as we looked good in pictures. btw those are my roommates/homies or should i say, my college family. heh. cheers lads.

laters.

dull

i suddenly realized that my blogs really doesnt have any pictures. thehe. its just a compilation of words. heck even the htmls are only words. moving words, huge words, blinding words. just words. aih. guess i better start using that digicam and internet access in college. i'm to arsed to upload anything now cus i'm on dialup. which is totall bull if u wanna upload stuff. i'm not gonna wait online idle for 20 minutes just to post up a few pictures. gah. wastotime!

so new resolution. i'll TRY to add more pictures to my blog. try la :P

no promises.

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lately been feeling really tired and sleeping alot in college. cant blame me for doing so since i do really lack of nutrients. but then, its really starting to get on my nerve. shitloads of work have been delayed and procrastinated. which i seriously hate doing at last minute. sheesh.

so now i'm up, revising some stuff. for tomorrow's class. gotta head on down to bangi tomorrow to pick up my robot chasis. i really hope its nicely done and shit. cus i'm really tired of driving to and fro, my stress levels goes skyhigh during traffic congestions.

i'm soo all out for next week's 1 week holiday. but as it gets nearer, so does other shit like midterms and project datelines. i feel so pharked in the ass when i think of it. gees. fuck this shit.

3 more months 3 more months..

oh hey, my mom said i might have a chance to go to oz for my sister's graduation in december. so .. ahaks. another trip for the year. hopefully, *crosses fingers* i'd also get to go to thailand like i planned. so thats 3 country's in a year. woop. i made progress! haha. laters.

then

yesterday was supposed to be a very long ass day with shitloads of travelling and well tiring activity. lets begin.. ;)

my mom had to leave for sandakan yesterday to attend a fellow relative's wedding or something, so i had to drop her off at klia before 1 since her flights at 2. thus, i left the house at 12. it was a slow cruise, cus obviously i cant speed with my mom next to me. it took me a lil longer than i expected just cus i was cruising.

it was ur typical drive with mommy by the side, same ol' lecturing about doing good in studies, same ol' advice about choosing the proper girlfriend, same ol' ranting about stupid decisions my sister made. i was really sleepy, so i just nodded everything down.

after sending my mom off, went home to grab lunch. mmm mhmm home made nasi lemak with extra sambal.

that was a mistake which i later found out.

by 2 plus, i was driving again, this time to pick up aiman and back to college to pick up a few mates. had a game of footie at 3. i was late so had to rush a bit. the last bit of the mrr3 was partially complete. they allowed cars to use the flyover, but only to those heading towards ampang/gombak. weird thing is, even with the opening of that section there was still traffic congestion. i just dont understand malaysia. bleh.

anyways, the game of footie was actually a friendly match between British Malaysian Institute vs. German Malaysian Institute. ya might say that we brits were up against the germans. like i said, we got there late, the game had already started aaand sadly, we were 2-0 down. time for a switch of plays. i sub-ed in for a friend of mine, was playing the flanks for a while till it hit me.

fucking sambal making its way up. oh fuck.

less than 5 minutes i sub-ed out again. gees, my insides suddenly felt warmish and shit. had to walk it off a bit.

we were playing on the international court at sports planet ampang. its fucking huge, not to mention playing 7 a side. seriously i've never felt the court so packed. normally when u beat 1 defender, it'll take about least 5 seconds before the 2nd defender comes in. this time, oih. takes half that time.

goal!

gmi 3 - 0 bmi

fuck. we're losing. oh well. i sub-ed back in and played more on the defensive role since i noticed that we were seriously lacking in defence.

goal!

gmi 3 - 1 bmi

my roomate basy-er scored, well 2 more to go till we equalize. i believe i took charge abit in the defence. closed down most of the passes and blocked half the attempts from the wing. i felt a tad bad cus a couple o time i bodied the gmi players to save the ball which in return either they floored or just felt demoralized. ehee.

before long the score changed, gmi 5 - bmi 3. i was sub-ed out when they scored. it was really messy at the back. i cant blame the keeper for letting the goals through. plus, i seriously dont know whyt but our strikers were either sidefooted or had a mutated foot. he fucking kept shooting directly at the keeper or the sidepoles, there was even a couple o times he was 1 on 1 with the keeper and he hit the pole like twice. whatthefuckk..

i stayed back for defence most of the time and played a lil flanks. our strikers were inaccurate, defence was a tad messy. rest was alrite. overall enjoyable game.

gmi 5 - 4 bmi.

its only 1 goal, plus this isnt exactly the best 7 players from bmi. it was just for fun. that game ended at 4pm.

i had another game at 5-7 which was in sports planet subang. thats like right across town. but it got cancelled. thank my twinky stars. i'd be dead if i had to play another 2 hours of footie. this time against proper pair o fresh legs. aish.

so i took a slow drive back home, after dropping everyone off. time for a lil relaxation time. me time.

as happy as a gay pixie randy can be, the game between manutd and everton was utter bollocks. yobo has got to be the biggest dumbass for a defender everton could have. there shouldnt of been a second goal for united. aih. i feel david moyes utter agony and frustration.

though, its quite shameful that u see how quickly david moyes substituted james beattie for marcus bent. haha. twas a good choice non theless, the game was more upbeat after beattie was out.

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i went for jazzfest yesterday too, in plaza mont kiara. gotta say, its been getting more and more livelier every year. where else can u enjoy a good compilation of good musician and have a good drink with lads and lasses. really a contrast to the normal gigs of heavy metal and also hardbass of clubbing music.

watched the liverpool against m'boro later, had to totally disagree with the formation rafa benitez went with. sissoko didnt perform well, gerrard was acting like a striker which he failed doing. cisse and baros should totally be in the centre sprinting for the ball, not playing wings.

i really hope that david o'leary makes a good offer and takes baros into aston villa. i have a good instinct that kevin phillips and milan baros upfront is a deadly duo.

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rounds up most of the activity for the week.

i'm suppose to be doing my assignment. i got a report on fiber optics, combinational logic and gotta finish my logbook for transmission lines by this week. aih. gotta start soon. ;D

photo's didnt get uploaded. i is pissed.

later lah
ciao

suprising mark

i thought yesterday was gonna be yet another boring friday, probably staying at home and mostly out for only short drinks and stuff. but it turned out pretty interesting ast the clock slowly ticked away.

since randy & co played footie at astrodome which i repeatedly insisted for the game to be relocated, but he failed to relocate the game, thus i didnt play. no regrets what so ever man. haha! i spent yesterday afternoon with my cousin, mostly chilling it was pretty dull up to a point that we played fifa street just to ease off the boredom. midway through i got a call from mark's brother, sean.

'eh, we're having a suprise birthday party for mark later tonight at his gf's house.. 6.30pm, can ya make it?'

i told him i'll get back to him since i didnt know what the plans were for the evening and i specifically remembered something about my parents wanting me home for dinner or sumthing. well that plus the fact its in subang, so heading down to subang at 6.30pm is bollocks. it turns out right that, dinner was out with the family. got home about 10. gave sean a call. off to USJ.

not trying to sound biassed or anything, but i have this hate towards subang. heh,one reason for it being that its infrastructure is totally shite. a sudden turn here, detour there. no signboards here. how the fuck am i suppose to know where i was. driving at night didnt help much either. anyways i still managed to get to the place with least assistance.

when i got there, most of the people had already left and were at aqmil's condo for an after party session. i was a tad dissapointed, but i was the one late and if it werent for mark's b'day, i'd seriously doubt about even making an appearance.

vin is mark's gf's bro. funny chap.

his first words to me when i stepped into the house.

'you look like a guy who loves to partyy.. i'll pour you a glass o wine!'

half tipsy, he spilled most of the content when mark told him i didnt drink. haha.

we left soon after for the afterparty. cus thats where all the liquor is, uncle jack and dmitriv absolut anyone? so it was off to bandar sri damansara which was like totally across from subang. fucking far sial.

made a pitstop at marks crib, since he wanted to grab his car and we went for a short yamcha session before the real shite. talk was mostly bullshit and constant rambling about getting drunk, totally fucking wasted and 'how i wasted my youth'. it gets real funny when u reminiscence about the past with drunkards. cheers mates.

so when we finally got to aqmil's condo, half the crowd there was totally wasted. well if not wasted, tipsy is the word of the day. a rather emo drunk ben puked all over the carpet which fucked the whole introduction of the afterparty. but non the less. everyone else was all happy and smiling with their eyes closed. it looked really weird but funny. heh.

there was a moment of silence, cus the security complained about being a lil too noisy. then came a few shots and hey, everythings back to normal again. liquor the cure for any silent moments. mmmm mhmmmm!

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todays gonna be a long ass day. will post later, hopefully with pictures. thats if i'm not knackered before sunrise.

cheers.

smokey smokey

i dunt give a fuck if its stale news, it gets to my nerve every nanoseconds and for each nanosecond it does, im gonna bitch and whine about it. god i just so hate the haze.

its so utterly terrible nowadays i'm just waiting for the pak lah to declare that malaysians now breath smoke instead of o2. seriously, at first it only seems like a phase which will past, like every year. but this time, gees, its fucking terrible man.

mind you that i spend my weekdays in college which is in gombak, which is equivalent to 'used to be orang asli area' so its practically green in most parts. but for a week now, my line of sight is only limited to a small radius. like for the first time in forevahh..

'British Malaysian Institute actually looks like its in England...'

my skin itches, my eyes are watery, my throat hurts, fuck i have running nose which comes and goes whenever it pleases. fuck the fucking haze man! this is utter rubbish and fuck if we malaysians deserve to live like this. first time evah, i stop wanting to own a condo of my own. with this weather, i dont think i can even see where i'm walking if i stayed in a condo.

i doubt that PD rave is gonna be as huge as its suppose to be, cus not only does the beach suck in PD, dancing around with masks isnt exactly a cool thing now issit? but theres still a week to see how it turns out.. hopefully it'll be better.

i'll be going down there, if i somehow manage to confirm a free entry. ahaks. cus i'm a cheapskate and fuck am i gonna pay for a rave in this kinda haze.

fuck the haze.

fuck.

fuck.

fucking indons.

fucking sumatera bastards.

argh.

smoke in my eyes

FUCK YOU INDONESIAN BASTARDS~!

hazy

my sister said something to me earlier on which pissed me off. well it wasnt exactly mean nor harsh, but the way she said it really made me ticked. few days ago her LG phone started to hang, and now wonderfully enough it cant even start. thus i told her to go down to lowyat to get it fixed, i was already annoyed by the fact that she kept on asking me what to do with the phone..

sister: how now?
me: go and get it fixed la, what else.

*after 2 minutes

sister: no other way er? how now?
me: just go to phone shop and ask, they should know better.

*after 1 minute. suffieaee starting to get pissed

sister: u sure they can do it?
me: i dont know, but if u dont ask u wont know rite?

*after 2 minutes. annoyed and irritated suffieaee
sister: but low yat is so far.. cant u do it?
me: i'm flat out broke, with no intentions of even entering KL for any purposes so far. the hell should i go to lowyat for?
sister: for me.. to fix my phone..
me: ur on holiday, GO and DO IT URSELF.

so that ended that rather irritating conversation yesterday. she did go down to lowyat earlier today to enquire about her phone.. anndd this is what LG had to say..

lg: we're sorry, but we dont know how to fix ur phone, u bought it in the uk, better if u have it fixed there..

i got back home just now, and she kept on whining and whining about the phone. then suddenly comes out with a miraculous idea...

sister: how bout u let me use ur 6630, since u cant use it.. might as well let me use it.
me: oh sure, but u ahve to pay me back my money. 120 pounds.
sister: cant i just pay half of it..
me: hell no, i paid for it in full. my money, u want it pay full.
sister: but then if i'd be losing like 80 pounds..

god, i cant believe she's so fucking stingy.

i dont really give a flying fuck about stingy people frankly, i myself am sometimes a tad bit overboard when it comes to sharing. but its people like this which really pisses me off. come on, its not as though she doesnt know i fucking collected all monthly money to go to uk and get a phone there.

people keep on asking, 'dude ur losing weight, how come? diet er?' each time they do i just nod and give a faint smile. but the fact of the matter is, its not that i prefer not to eat, but i allocate my money else where. i'm not anaroxic, nor am i bolimic. i do not have an eating disorder. all i have is fucking financial problems. a fucking huge one to boot.

heres the real facts of life. i get only a measly fucking rm341 per month and i dont ask for any more money from my parents unless its late at night and i'm too arsed to withdraw rm10 from the bank. from that money, i have to allocate most of it to my final project which in total so far i've spent over rm500, fuel which skyrockets ever so fucking often, daily food, outings, clubbing and not forgetting futsal.

these fucking simple things in life fucking costs money.

plus i'd prefer to have my daily activities rather than to stay at home with a full stomach and not do anything at all. i prefer not to whine about this issue, but when people are complaining about they dont have money when their getting least rm500++ per month, still staying with their parents and have a full tank of fuel. sometimes, i repeat sometimes but not most, i get sick to my stomach.

my roomates and close friends in college, sometimes feel pity for me. everytime they eat a full daily meal and see me only take 1 meal per day. i'd tell them off, saying i'm doing fine, i'm used to living this way. there are other people all around the world who are in a far worst situation.
it really doesnt help either that sometimes, when i tell my parents about my condition, they can just shrug me off by complaining about an extra burden or payment for me. i feel it is sometimes its injust, yet they've done alot for me so i cant bitch about it much.

i've withdrawn all my money for this month last week. i paid off another 200 for my project, 50 for registration of CISCO, 100 to fix my phone, plus or minus other daily expenses. my dad refunded 50 for the registration fee's and gave me another 50 for this weeks food/outing. i've allocated that 50 aside just incase any emergency happens.
so now, for this week. i hope or estimate to spend only about rm25 on food. another rm5 on transport and perhaps rm10 on outing.

now explain to me, how the bloody fuck do i not lose weight?

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the haze is becoming a real ass. to those fella's down south in sumatera, fuck you. you asscrack filled with nuggets licking bastard of a child, who's mother is a whore while ur father is some fugly self proclaimed contractor who got pissed drunk just on one lousy heineken bottle, thus impregnating ur mother who's luck suddenly runs out after screwing with the whole village in a mass orgy and still not get pregnant. i hope ur house catches fire while ur fucking ur sister. i also hope the fire burns only ur crotch off, killing all potencies of having more bastards like you in the world. its people like you who elect bush for president. bloody fucking morons.

anyways, back to the haze matter. i've never wanted to go back to uk ever in my whole life. its so so fucking humid and hot, not to mention smelling like smoke all over. if i was fucking on a balcony of a condo with a hot lass, i'd cough up sperm before it even reaches my dick in this kinda haze. i'll fucking smack anyone who brilliantly uses the nick 'haze' on msn from now on. it eradicates the fun of doing fucking sports in the evening, you might as well have a cigar at hand and play soccer in this condition, has the same side effect.

bleargh.

yours hatefully.

awakening?

listen up! listen up!

after a fucking month i've been back, a month since i've cursed with much profanities about women who are just too stupid. a month since i last fucking visited shah alam. guess what? she finally fucking msged me. well well well, what do we have here..

and so the msg went like so..

hey suffian.. its me j. well, i feel like i need to clear some things out with u. first of all, tq very2 much for d gift, it was really nice, thoughtful n degil of u.. but i appreciates all d trouble u'd gone through to deliver it to me. thanks. when u were away, a lot of things happen.. 1 of my really close cousin past away. her funeral was like a real wake up call for me from d life i've lived through. i had a great time with u, but i felt as though u dont really know me. so, sorry if i've hurt u in any way. take care, bye ;)

and so, it is done. she makes it sound as though i just dropped off the gift yesterday. wooptidoodlefuckingpoodledoo~! anyways. i just cant be bothered to reply her. she says its all about some phenominal awakening, wooooo.. can it be a sign from the all mighty? or just ur rationality in ur brain just churning rubbish. for goodness sake, during those fucking moments, i've dedicated most of my efforts in getting to know u, yet u push pass me time and time again. i step aside giving space and yet, when it was time u turn back to me. it was u who fucking placed me in the fucking situations i was in.

anywyays. bollocks i say. fuck off and thank you kindly.

that has got to be the most utter shite nonsense i've ever heard from the female kind. bear in mind i do have 3 elder sisters. so.. sorry ladies for being a tad biased. but for heavensake you dont need a fucking close death experience to realize shit like that. plus what the fuck does my relationship with you have do to anything with ur life's thats soo changed now.

i've been through shits worst than u have, trust me. it will take a mere few nanoseconds before u get back into that old habit made of shit you call life again..

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but tis all good. no needs for any worrying abouts i's. i's doing very fine with other shit to bear its weight. plus i got class tomorrow at 9am. what bigger shit can be worst than that. yea, i'm in the computer lab right now. god, i'm spending my weekends in college too.

aiyayai~!

will be posting more hate soon;tomorrow. friends waiting me outside. laters.

limp

i injured my lil right pinkie yesterday while playing footie. a friend o mine accidentally kicked it. so now i'm limping while i type out this entry. i have difficulties writing too. sob sob, life is soo injust.

haha.

first and foremost. a very sorry to a dear friend o mine who accidentally received an abuse of language due to a very stressed up not to mention headach suffering suffieaee. not only was the language unintentional it was also very rude of me. sorry love, you just happen to catch me at the wrong time. plus when these fingers do the talking, they mean fucking business. haha. so again, a very sorry about that oh and plus another sorry cus i cant make it this saturday for the drinking session, cus i got classes.

classes on fucken saturdays. watahel?

oh well. as long as i fucken graduate by december 2nd. woooo. 2nd december is when all hell breaks lose for suffieaee~!

wooptifuckingdoodlesmoodlepoodledooyayhiphiphoorah~!

my mock interview assessment is on next week. i'm partially prepared for it, i already have my interview shirts which i bought last saturday. its light purple in colour. mmmm purrple me likess. but its very light. so u cant really see the gayness. nyehnyeh. i aint gay u bastards. earlier

today, my faggish english lecturer gave me a call while i was in class. it was quite a scary thought cus he seriously fukcing sound like those female operator-ish voice. which i soon found out it wasnt, he requested my presence at his office in a few minutes. i rushed off from my project design class just to see whatafak does she, i mean he, oh fuck, it wants.

fagg: i need u to be the mc for todays talk. just some simple stuff, just read the script.
me: *rather reluctantly* er .. ok. will do.

he later printed out the script for me to rehearse with the clock ticking close to only an hour left. but it was really some simple stuff so i didnt have any problem. compared to the last time i was the mc, now that was serious assfuck straight up to ur throat kinda shit.

so i was all dressed up, wearin my purple shirt a week early from its supposed debut. with a maroon tie and rather loose black khaki's. suffieaee was locked and loaded. thehe..

the talk was about cv writing and interview tips, i already handed up my cv last friday so pretty much i'm all ears for only the interview tips. the presenter's name was Jacquelin Arnold. few minutes back while in my room, i was making jokes and said jacquelin victor instead.

so as it started, everything was flowing smoothly, everything was fine..

up till the part where i'm suppose to say the 'goodbye tata fuck off, many thanks for ur time beetch', i pronounced her name wrongly.

'...lastly, many thanks to ms. jacquelin vic.. ms. jacquelin arnold for that very motivating talk..'

half the crowd already caught my mishap. thus, practically the whole hall laughed.

shit.fuck.screwed.donefor.dead.roadkill.

my friend later said she only turned and laugh when i said her name wrong. so i guess its all good. thehehe. *blushes all over* when she shook my hand and said thank you, i said sorry instead.

after that, a lecturer of mine also shook my hand and said i did a great job, not to mention i could speak better english than he can.

on the contrary dear chap, i believe i can speak much better english than most of the stewwdents here, i would say the same for the lecturer's here tooo.

haha. ok my english isnt that good.

well, thats all for today. now i gotta write a 5 page report with my lil limpy right pinkie. sob sob. where are all the girls when u need some comforting. uwaaaaaaaaaaaaa