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