home sweet home.

you've often heard about it, heck at times really feelin it too. but try having just a lil too much of home. that your just stuck at home. everyday.

literally.

stuck.

at.

home.

yargh!

so yea, i'm actually whining cus ive been staying at home lately. like for the past 2 days to be exact. it started off as a slow sunday evening. next thing i know its already thursday morning. cool i made progress, but didnt actually do anything productive. sigh.

i feel like a girl.

just staying at home. watching tv and waiting for friends to call or go online. get all giggly and gossip about who and what. soon enough i'll start my own gossip magazine and make millions. woohoo! which by that time i've become a deranged homosexual with a very high addiction to gossips.

nop. not my cuppa tea.

so in truth what i've been doing to preoccupy myself is watching loads of footie. daily dosage of 7pm sportscentre to get the latest updates on athletes from around the globe. later at night, 4am of epl. my life seems to just glow in radiance. yep. glooowwinggg... not that im complaining. football is fun to watch. oklah maybe its boring at times. hell i got time. so anyways. im happy with watching footie. but what im not happy doing is waiting for footie.

kick off is at 4am. but suffieaee is strong and he's enthusiasm can be smelled 2 continents away. by the stroke of midnight, suffieaee is already seated on the couch with pillows stacked high, only his nose is visible from afar. with bottles of water and a snacks readied to his left. he waits impatiently, whilst watching watever thats on astro.

astro is crap. cock. shit. watever u wanna call it. it just sucks. theres nothing good.

plus, i've already wasted half the day watching astro, so i cant watch reruns again. i'll grow braindead. at 2am. the most interesting channel on astro isnt exactly what u'd expect it to be. nope it aint hbo, it aint starworld nor mtv. its actually channel 11 and 50. yep. discover and travel.

holisheet!

heres what i learned from yesterdays input of 2am channel 11.

i learned how to cook interesting foods using beer! now if only i drank. now thats usefull info.
i learned about japan! didchuknow that japs have dryers installed on their toilet bowls? so now ur arse can be dried instantly! woot! for japan y'all!
i foundout that when it comes to fashion. anyone can be a designer! even a military hoe! waw!
i felt my ass getting more and more numb by the minute while waiting.
i know how to make a italian vege burger! eventhough i feel that a burger without meat isnt a burger!

ok so basically im now like the master chef in beer menu's and also really wasteful knowledges. i feel so l33t and wise. ah yes. ph33r me for i have the knowledge of 2am television!

*plays horror tune*

wooooooooooooooooooooooo...

bye.

party liar

gday. its vday anddd well.. i dont give a fuck.

anyways. here are the pictures of last weekends party. dnb fo life y'all! wicked event. awesome crowd and well, splendid dj's. haha. it was good. anyways. bye.


me and aiman.
















the crazy people.
















the green djs; mac n battery















junglist unite!















assault takes bad pictures = blur.















live set y'all. awesome!















assault & battery feat min.















high alcho battery meets friends.















anyways. happy v day. cheers.

what could it be?

last few days saw me cursing aloud in the toilet due to a bad case of diarrhae.

today i rejoice to seeing something solid.

i lost 3 kilo's in 4 days.

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anyways.

flip open any newspaper, cnn or any other news oriented media. you'd surely seen or heard about the new thing which has made such ruccuss amongst the muslim community. yep, i'm talking abt the caricature of prophet muhammad. though i myself have yet the chance to actually see it. but from what people tell me, its really straight up insulting.

outcome?

a newspaper in borneo got its licence suspended. lotsa people becoming racists. non-muslims think muslims are just sensitive twats and lots more other interesting names.

reading through the comments posted on kennysia's article. its sad to know that although these people voice out how they are open minded and extroverted beings. their are infact, hyporcites of the highest nature. its has always been this way, when it comes down to muslims. muslims are just being oversensitive. they dont know the meaning of freedom of speech. yada yada yada... lotsa bull crap.

its a propaganda.

i mean. theres a caricature insulting the prophet muhammad ere. a symbol of islam. obviously we'd be pissed. we ourselves are told that no one should immitate muhammad. even in ancient movies, the character of muhammad was not shown his face. mind u these movies are done by muslims. so respect that.

fact is, you dont see any caricature of jesus or buddha. if there is any, high probability that they were made by either christians or buddhists. so why shit on our lawn when we dont shit on yours.

and stop all that bullcrap about islamic jihad bombers.

the death tally is still way higher on the other end. so pipe down and sit on it.

argh. enough of this political propaganda shit.

tonight dnb!

because i like art.

dressin to kill

yesterday was a lazy day just like any other to me. so i was already bumming at home till abt 3 ish, then i went for lunch with a couple o friends. its the normal lazy saturday thing goin on. later after my friends dropped me off at home. i decided to go to 1utama to get some stuff. i was already flopped on the bed when the idea hit me.

weather was uncomfortably hot. i was too lazy to bath. so i thought, hey wattahell. lets just go 1utama and get the stuff. its just gonna be like few minutes. so i took a look in the mirror before i left my room.

hrm, i look dodgy. hair fluffed on one side, flat on the other. forehead's shining with sweat. now thats what i call a scruffy look. but wtf, i just cant be arsed. so i went anyways. parking took more than its average 10 minutes. saturday. explains.. parked the car and slowly trotted off towards the escalator.

switched on my ipod and i was off. first thing that i saw was this bunch of just after school kids. all dressed up, mostly same sense of fashion. they looked like some kind of a groupie. aih. whatever makes them happy.. continued walking with groovy beats of jazz pumping in my ears. then later i stumbled upon the ..'good charlotte gang'.

good charlotte gang: group's of malay school kids, all dressed like good charlotte; emo hairstyle, black eyeliner, fitting black shirts and jeans, the whole works. cept they look really smelly. they travel in packs of 4 at least.

im kinda used to seing this type o people around 1utama. but yesterday there was just like a whole lot of em. so then there was this one guy. standing at the very end, acting real macho and shit. wearing i'm guessing his younger sisters jacket, cus it was definetely too small for his size, a tight band t-shirt and tight jeans. i guess thats a normal style for them. but what really put me off was his hair. his hair was emoed. ya know those kind that the front part of the hair like sticks to your forehead. but what was funny was that, he did it so obviously intentionally. that you could see he used alot of gel making his front hair flat. so thats okay, but then came nature. cus in truth he was a malay and malay's normally have this wavy slight curly hair. so the back half of his hair was frizzy/curly. front was straight and glued flat on his forehead.

i just couldnt help but giggle to myself silently.. haha.

seriously, when i grew up i didnt dress that way. heck even my most 'stylish' batch of friends didnt. goddamn. these people are really serious 'emorock - slit my wrist' group of people. maybe i'm feeling old, but dont their parent say something before they leave the house? shit dont these people own a mirror and look innit before going out? very. cannot. go. serious.

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was at the friends bbq yesterday. totally stuffed myself with lamb and chicken. ahh. was awesome. kewl friendly bunch of people. me likes bbq.

sad part was coming back from cyberjaya. i was on the phone and my friend was i dunno. thinking of tits or sumthing, we missed the turning towards puchong and ended up in putrajaya instead. fucked up thing was that there wasnt any place to make a U-turn. so we ended up in kajang. fucking wasted least 10 bucks worth of petrol man. fuckinghell!

sigh. luckily the food was good.

we headed off to hartamas after that. after 40 minutes of driving. i really needed to pee, like the saying;' the wee is already at the tip'. so i trotted hastily towards the toilet. then there was this girl, she was with one dude and another girl. halfway talking to the dude. he looked at me and i looked at her. as i got closer, she kept on staring and u could read from her facial expression that she was trying to figure out who i was. then i just couldnt help it but look away and after i passed her, i just laughed. haha. the facial expression was priceless man.

anyways. laters. hungry now. lotsa plans ahead for the day.

dumdam

first of all, i'd like to wish a very happy chinese new year! to all my fellow chinese readers and friends. may your pockets be filled with tons of angpau's and tummy's overwhelmed with mandarin oranges.

dont forget to give me some o those angpau's as well. ;D

thing i like best about chinese new years is that the roads are literally empty. i mean, you can lie down ont he LDP and still be alive for more than 4 minutes. thats so wicked awesome. i so enjoyed driving the past few days. driving to subang/sunway/ttdi/kl has never been so nice and breezy. lovin it. yep lovin it. i wished that everyday was like thi s, that'll be so awesome really. parking couldnt be any easier, go anywhere and you'd still get first class parking. yep yep. i think the government should make a ruling to demolish all cars except for mine and a couple o others. haha. just cant help being selfcentered at times like these.


hrm.
i read an article on dawn yang earlier on, i know its old news and shit. but i was away when most of it happened. so earlier on i was taking my own sweet time reading through a rough synopsis of what went on. i gotta say, it really got me thinkin for abit. that this whole blogging business aint as innocent and safe as it looks at first. yes, my mom bitched about some things are meant to be left personal. but its the expressive feel that you just vent everything out and not giving a fuck what others think. its feels great. especially when some of the readers voice out their support for ya. apart from all the spam and hatemails.

luckily i know my site doesnt have that certain kick which makes it a hit on the net. my daily clicks are about 6-7 per day and thats more than enough clicks i need per day.

i dont need that extra fame just yet.

my job application at tmnet has came to a halt. for one, the first batch of trainers have already started. which means if i were to join, i'd have to wait for the 2nd batch. word has it also that workers will be sent for training every 4-5 months once depending on how often the system upgrades. make things worst, the job is a 2 year contract job. thus, i'll be applying for a job at public bank it division instead. if that collapses also, then looks like ill be looking for a job in shopping complexs. cus i just cant stand staying at home with nothing to do. even right now, i'm loathing this very few seconds of blogging. argh.

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yesterday i finally played some footie, after almost 2 weeks plus of not doing so. my knee was pretty messed up, thats why i stopped for 2 weeks. but now its alright, just at times when i moved my leg in a certain angle, i'll get this weird tingle and a lose feel. i'd say its really good progress since, when i got knocked, i couldnt bend my knee at all the next day. so after 2 weeks and i'm playing footie again is alright. but as a precaution i think i gotta buy one of em knee guards. nike's one to be specific.

it aint about being materialistic, just that nike's guards are one o the best so far in the market. well it better be for the price their charging for it.

yesterday i was abit shocked and demoralized when i played my first hour(in the afternoon), cus i was left outta breath and absolutely knackered. a week back i was running up ttdi park for over an hour and now i'm this outta breath. it is kinda weak. so yea, much later i figured out it was the bad ventilation of the place which really made me so fucked.

cus i played for another 2 hours later at midnight and everything was alright. heck even went on a scoring streak.

heh. oh well.