nak tido

i don;t know if its some kind of depression attack or what but everything seems so boring and dull.
i don;t have any drive or motivation to do things i usually enjoy doing.

just feel like sleeping.
just sleep.
nothing else.
i don;t know about waking up, but i do sure feel like wanting to sleep.

and i don;t know if this is caused by me depriving myself of sleep or its really my head doing things.
or was it the winter?
or that orange lights?

what the hell. why bother thinking about all this?

bye

these, were the draft post i've made yesternight when the dudes who are in charge of my internet went full retard and shut it down for a full 24 hours. motherfucker...

it's the sleep deprivation.

all those while i am secluded from the internet, i resorted to musics. browsing my harddisk, stumbled into my ragnarok online folder.
/BGM, dub click some random tracks.
made me realize how i am actually kinda addicted to musics.
i don't really know how to describe this. once, whenever i listen to some tracks, i would get this nice, fuzzy, tingly sensation.
as if i was able to withdraw from reality and into my own fantasy.
now. i barely feel it.
all those time have made me wonder why that happens and so many theories i've came up with that seems like nonsense. then, i look to

fuck this shit. i'm not really in the mood of explaining science and shit.
tl;dw, i wish i am 12. at least 14 la.

my life sucks

in a good way!
thank you for all the craps being thrown and also,
the means to actually swallow all that without losing much of my sanity.

the week is not particularly shitty. it's just screwed a little bit more than my other weeks. particularly, today.
ok. it wasn't really a week already but it does feel like it. (gah fuck this shit. i can't seem to send my messages without getting all lengthy and redundant)

"oi bodo. esok ada 2 presentation!". well fuck me, ends up i was getting work up just to learn that only there was only one.

pharmacology assignment. bloody hell was that a close call. i freaking forgotten about it. wasted the whole week. nope that's not the whole crap. i've just lost any chance of giving off that alpha impression on that girl (yeah... another "that" girl huh? shut the fuck up).
details? i didn't realize that i was in charge for this assignment until they hollering my name and "assignment-pharma" together. that girl, already intimidating as she is, came to me and asking for it (her part of the assignment la). go figure. thank god prof is so nice to not blow off right there and then. he even cut out the works for me lol! being the lazy arse i am, i take that as second chance, acceptance, and a gift of God. thank god.

and you know what about community medicine?
it is boring. most of the time i can put up with the bad timing of the lectures. (nap time anybody?)
but not today fuckers. i skipped it.
badass? far from it. incomplete? more like incompetence and inferiority. wait wut? random huh?
yeap. fucking caffeine. whatever.
trodding the path to my home, oozing with guilt and beta-ness, hoping to find solace and comfort.
open the door. headed to toilet for that glorious relief.
AHAHAYOUFUCKINGKIDDINGME??!!!!!
takde air...
sial.

pissed off, had lunch of whatever i can stuff in my mouth without hands touching.
3 hours later, the tap still a fucking desert.
kacau...
whatever. went to sleep. no fuck was given.

woke up, 10pm.
there goes my workout and gainz for today.
and here i am ranting under caffeine crash.


all those time, i have my sanity in check by this;


doesn't wash off the can-i-die-yet? feelings but weirdly, i felt exceptionally happy and satisfied.
wish i could get my hand on some coke or weed tho...

just had a thought, i know recreational drugs are overrated bu-
i'll stop right about there. would be lying if i say i won't have any if

it's getting cold.
damn. were my hands always these big?

PUDDI PUDDI!!!!!!!



and FUCK tedata for blocking my porns!!!!!!!!!!

dat smile

thank god it stopped before i get sucked in too much.
yeah i know it's not really a movie i'm supposed to watch alone. (i'm a dude and getting caught watching that by myself could lead to something relatively fucked up)
maybe with a girlfriend. (which apparently, i don't have)

Olive Penderghast
her personality, her eyes, her smile, her voice, her laugh, i would say, if she is real and were in my life at somepoint-

no. that wouldn't work.

if i were in her world, i might go for her like there is no other girl in the world.
i can't really bring myself to dissect her character, analyze every bit of her story and put them here so i could prove something about "oh! these are what i want in my girlfriend".
requires too much work.
no.
not implying that i want a girl exactly like her. it's just that i fell in love with her the moment olive talks.

that makes me realize, i am a guy who would fall for anything.
i am THAT vulnerable.
yes. that's including you, Dia-chan. if you can talk back, i would fall for you too.
i do admit i'm not really a deep person. i do get attracted to a girl's look/appearance.
and i'm not that shallow of a guy. i like interesting girls too.
preference preference.
don't really have any.
that aside, here is her.





you don't know how hard was it to capture this particular frame. i kept missing it because that smile always caught me off guard and making me forget to hit the spacebar.

and fuck the guy who got her in the end. he is just a character and ain't real.

and i've just knew that her real name is emma stone.
i was actually going to comment about the familiar feeli-
nah forget about it. i fell for olive, not emma stone.
personality wise.
if i ever met a girl this gorgeous though, i'll hit on her anyway.

interest

lately, i'm losing it. i don't know.
social interactions... you...


seriously! i don't know!
maybe it's the orange lights...

what else now?

karma is a bitch
life is a bitch
love is a bitch
my girlfriend is a bitch
my friends are bitches
most arabs i've met are bitches

and the list goes on...
ok maybe not.
no. not everything is a bitch. i don't believe in karma or the concept of it. my life is just boring. no suicidal-thoughts inducing stuffs. love? barely know it. i don't have a girlfriend. i have friends, and they are cool. and the last one is exaggerated. don't really interact with them.
again, exaggerated. don't really interact with anyone lately.

the list is about things i've heard/saw in songs, movies, tv shows and the internet that people have claimed to be bitches.
i have nothing on them really. each is with his/her own problem. unless i am being specifically asked for help, i wouldn't care.
honestly, i couldn't agree with anyone.
why?
i know nothing about it.
the opposite is happening to me. yet, it is happening to somebodyelse too. i can always choose not to care but to ignore it seems much harder.
not interested.
or it is just obviously absurd and retarded.

hence, why i don't judge. (except for the last excuse)
some may see this as plain selfish. ok!
if i agreed, i'll be marked as ass-licker or whatever.
if i disagreed, i'll be damned as asshole. or whatever.
and if i didn't choose, i'll get both.
damn... conflict is really not my thing.

i am trying to be assertive but usually end up being an ass.

getting over

even though things were like, cerita lama, i still can't help but to feel mad whenever she haven't had any rants or anything about me.
i'll go, "DON'T YOU FUCKING IGNORE ME BITCH!!!"
and there goes me imagining any way to fuck her life.
overstatement.
ways to ANNOY her.

fuck this. it's going to be hard if every crushes would go this way.
wo wait...
it isn't like i never had any of this before. how did i get over all those?

*drumroll*
i just have a crush on somebody else.
seems like i shouldn't worry about this afterall.

to celebrate my effort-proof, emotion-protection mechanism i've just realized within me,
cows & cows & cows!!!



p.s: eggs and corned beef are the best food ever! so are whey and coffee.
p.p.s: oh hey... ADA EXAM LA ESOK!!!
p.p.p.s: OK WTF MUST HIDE THE OTHER BLOG SO I DON'T DUMBLY POST MY FREAKING THOUGHTS OH NO LOL I SHOULD FREAKING LOOK WHERE I CLICK.

weddings

i don't know if we even have any chemistry between me and her.

and hell no. i'm NOT thinking about MY wedding.
maybe someday la.

watching vids of weddings makes me feel left out.
it's not about, "oh they are married at last fuck i should too"
no.
whenever i am in one, the atmosphere always gives out, cozy comfy feeling.
like what i would get whenever i'm in my room.
watching their videos of grandiose weddings, gives out an extra feeling of triumph that the fate of humankind is bright indeed.
like what their parents would feel.
watching someone's sister's wedding however, gives out a slightly altered version of coziness.
like what an outcast of a lions pride would feel as it watch the pride roam high, proud and strong.
watching weddings of people you once hated gives out an air of ease and forgiveness.
like... whatever.

or maybe it's all like being in the center of an eye of a hurricane.
wait...
it's like, watching someone else being dumped into the eye and observe as he/she awed at the beauty of the scenery and getting fucked up by nature's wrath later.

ok i admit i'm just jealous.
yes. i envy those who managed to get into that kind of happiness.
although i envied, i don't really wish for one.
i don't know. afraid of commitment. fear of rejection. lazing around, wasting time. lame excuses.

attittude problem

first of all, never. ever. brag.
be sincere. talk to girls not for bragging rights. it's just for being nice.
ahahaha!!! ok...
that is so hypocritical.

i've always been stuck with bro's before hoes kinda thing and being mildly braggy about my luck with girls has always been one of my favorite joke topic.
putting that out of the equation just makes me a plain loser.
the fuck was that?! have i ever care about anything else?

I NEED SOMETHING TO JUSTIFY THINGS
the brags just have to go though.



i've been into somekind of dilemma monologue debate just now, and what i've decided to settle is,
fuck the bro thing. and fuck the ladies man thingie too.

fuck everybody.
i talk to whoever i want. i'll fuck whoever i want.

in the end, being a jerk is always the best, between the fences, solution.
now...
to learn how to be a NICE jerk...


on an irrelevant notice, stop bothering girls on impulse.

mata keranjang

or whatever.

remember the last entry i've made about me approaching beautiful girl?

there is a flaw with it.
who am i supposed to go to when there were TOO MANY pretty girls?!

and yeah, lately,  i'm starting to lag when it comes to updating you, dia-chan.
one thing is, my life had been kinda boring.
i'm getting bored of everything.

this will be proven by sudden end of this entry/post/whatev

please lemme have my space

my family!
one of the things i wish i don't have to hate them for it is the lack of respect towards others' privacy.

i don't know if it was just my parents but i don't really have my own room, since forever.
i understand if they want me to share room with my brother when i was 12 but please...
they would rather make the other 2 rooms as store rooms where all those junks could be stored elsewhere. for example, the whole lots of cabinets?

mom? oh she was just the classic privacy-invader plus, being able to monger all the gossips to her friends, making me sounds like a bigshot DORK. i don't mind being a jerk though.
try to resist the temptation of revealing the family secrets at least till i am already in alex.
i was just upstairs doing studies while you down there freaking read my fb status out loud!

my bro? he was a pure jerk. he always have this notion of "whenever i'm out of his sight, i am up to something".
yes i was. i was in the toilet SHITTING.
oh hell no. he thought i was jerking off.
it's kinda ok if any of his plan on busting me, actually busting me but he is also a dumbass for making me look bad when what i did was being innocent. why the dumbass? he never tries anything when i am actually jerking off.

dad? same like my bro but a little more considerate.
maybe i'll take it back. he would suddenly doing spot checks rummaging through my laptop for porn.
ok maybe not that invasive. no.
but he still have another kind of annoyance.

i don't have any of this kind of problem, YET, with my youngest bro and my sis.

my sis? if only she could work out to get in shape, and not being a hypocrite, i would have adore her.
my youngest bro? he is adorable while he is still a kid.

i swear if this blog was ever gonna get exposed, i'll shut myself from the internet for at least 6 months.

it was worth every little bit of my strength

shaky knee, cramping thighs, seared neck, scratched arms, reddish armpit, swollen toes, aching shoulder,
and some other kind minor of mental trauma.

what did i get?

increased stamina, improved self esteem and some nice physique.

xde barang tinggal, xde spek hilang (bengkok sket la but nobody's perfect right?)
new hobby, mountain climbing!
i'll try wall climbing too. (but another time la.)

next hike, i'm going to train first, and now i know what i should get prepared
what to bring what to wear
what to DO.

penat la nak pikir bebanyak.
i'll continue with this tomorrow.

and before that, bring a journal and ingat ipod or walkman.
btw, melaka is ulu.
i take that back.

so many pretty girls...

she was FUCKING PRETTY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1111111111111111111111111111111111111111

and YES! we do share feelings.
ok... maybe not.
oh hell! who cares?
for all i know, she might be thinking, "ala kenapa la dia ni asyik pandang-pandang aku ni? senyum sket la. mana tau dia stop."
me? "oh my fucking god yes please make eye contact with m- THANK YOU FOR SMILING PRETTY PONYTAIL GIRL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"


i know the world don't revolve around me only. but tonight, i'm changing my mind about something.
i have nothing to lose. NOTHING.
so, i'm going to express whatever i'm thinking, or feeling, HONESTLY, SINCERELY.
i will not bother myself with something like, "fuck if i talk to her what would she think of me?" *stare somewhere far looking indifferent* or *mess with my lil bro* or *whatever stupid, cover macho punya stunt*
nope. non of that anymore.
i see pretty girl, i go to her in a not creepy way and say,
"hey! i noticed you were taking looks at me. no! i mean, you are quite pretty and i find you quite interesting. i'm harith by the way." =D
or,
"hi awak! sori la kalau saya buat awak tak selesa tapi saya rasa awak cantik sangat, jadi... saja nak kenal! saya harith. awak?" =D
or something along the lines with these.

yeah yeah freaking creepy but like i've said, i will not care about it anymore. apa nak jadi, jadi la...

god if only my family weren't there...

wha- what? tak related? who even said it was?

anyway, gunung ledang!
IMMA COMING FOR YA!



oh man i can't wait to record my face reading this post tomorrow morning.

wo wait what?!

just now it was 0630 and everything was dark and silent and tranquil and all but suddenly,
BOOM goes the radio full blasted.
then my bro and sis start to wake up, lurking for breakfast.
mom and dad came out of their bedroom, mom for breakfast and dad for work.
i looked at the window, it's already bright. the clock?
wo wait what?! 0700?!
30 minutes and everything moves so quick, SUDDENLY.

eid mubarrak seems to pass unseemly.
just like that and everything is nothing. from kampung to my house.

oh well.
at least i know that i do have a hot for indian girls, chinese girls, kadazan girls, and my cousins, and their friends.
thanks mom for having so many friends with pretty daughters!


and for a secret relationship, it was sure short-lived.
i am dying to say, "you look so cantik in that purple kebaya!"
i want to SAY that to you. not type it or imply it or facebook it or skype it or whatever.
too bad we are so far apart in distance and heart.
i really have to stop being carried away...

reminisce

mom started to tell stories of our childhood.
how my lil bro was a little troublemaker.
how my lil sis was a crybabay.
how my youngest bro was the most mom-dependent.
how i was a model brat.

i obeyed everything what any authoritative figures told me.
mom said, "masuk kelas". i sat in my chair listening to teacher obediently.
mom said, "jangan gaduh kat sekolah". i never fight back.
dad said, "jangan menangis". i never cry about it since then.
teacher said, "you should enter the quiz. you have potential".
pe teacher said, "masuk tenis"....
ok i lied about that one. it's actually badminton but tennis would sound more awesome.
hey. i do play tennis and quite half-good at it.


and never a rebellious moment.
well, considering i went into hell boarding school.


no way... i did rebel...
all those fence climbing. i did break into the staff room just to play games. cracked the public computers into gaming machine, hence converting the foyer into cyber cafe. broke into warden office and brought back all those confiscated things. view porn just for the sake of it.

what was i thinking?

point is, how things can change.
or just being pointless.




and yeah. selamat hari raya.
won't be seeing you in a while diachan. (balik kampung! ^_^)

1 more thing worth reminiscing,
how i used to enjoy raya... time does fly by with all the joy and fun.

feelings aside

being here in malaysia gets me into a mood to reminisce every pieces of my past.

haha ok. not really. it's just me.
i'm not the kinda guy who take changes and farewell well.
they hit hard, but weirdly quick.
sometimes depressingly quick.
minor details? give me around 2 weeks and i'll forget about it while wondering where does these tears coming from.

most of the time i'm glad it happens that way but sometimes, it's annoying.

you know what, they way things has been going on,
i don't understand.
wait no.
more like, CAN'T understand. it seems too hard to do it while having my own probs to deal with.
i tend to shut off things like that but shutting yours,


sorry. can't help it.

you're like a drug

yes! i miss you so much, i can't stop checking messenger for you and there are these, itches, or an urge to bother you whenever you are online.

and i can't say that to her now, can i?
sometimes i don't know why would i put my ego into something like this.
i just won't learn, do i?
damn la. padan muka banyak kena dumped.
and i thought her would be different.

just like every other girl...
hey! it's the past and i did get over them already, ok.


and what's more pathetic is when she sounded concern (or freaked out) about whatever stupid things i did, some lame ass excuse easily came out.
when i felt guilty about it, i don't actually have the will to apologize, till it's too late.

do note that this already happens when things are just something casual.
not even a full-blown relationship.


no. i'm not over-react or over-caring or over-analyzing anything.





FUCK
THERE I DID IT AGAIN

i feel like an ass

i'm trying so hard to get her attention, i ended up changing my messenger status for like, 4 times, without realizing how stupid that is with so much people online.
and i feel like my constant spamming is ticking her off.
i don't REALLY know but i just felt like it.
maybe i'm just overanalyzing or overselfconcious or whatever.
hell.
maybe i should just stop stalking her, make that "i miss you" feeling grows so much that when she comes back from her home to alex, i could use that feeling to actually ask her out or... i don't know...

talk to her?




EDIT: 7/9/10

this is extremely harder than i thought

fuck

i'm addicted to her already.
and that were just ym chats.

it doesn't really matter. really.

what's that you were talking about?
whatever.
just know you are there is comforting enough.

what the fuck?!

what is this damn thing that's holding me back?
16th huh?
damn long nak tunggu.


btw, diachan. noticed the new label?
shut the fuck up. i wrote that one with head full of confidence, expectation and romance.


ok fine. i am not really the organized type but i do have a sense of neatness.
how i wish you could tag the rest of my posts for me.
hey. that supposed to be your part of the work.
mine? figuring out how to make it show itself. fucking template...
made it~




edit:
ARGGHHH!!!
why did you play along???






*sigh*
well, i think it's kinda ok to make it like that.
kakak...



>.<

FM

it has been a really long time since i've enjoyed a day of some casual radio listening.
now when was the last time... ah.
form 4.

you know, being hit by random songs, try to hear to songs and realized can't forward or rewind.
and the radio's djs, those people who phone in for whatever games/programs,
it's really fun.
and idly watching sagwa jumping around, lazing besides me,

^_^

half-answered prayers

result is out.
1 fail. biochemistry. :(


IT'S NOT THAT I"VE BEEN EXPECTING IT. K.
i've tried, but it seems not enough.
at least i pass anatomy.
actually, just failing 1 subjects already gave me high hopes.
it doesn't seems that hard. i just need to revise every week. once a week.
and cut procrastinations when time is dire. (exams...)
don't skip lectures, and attend every practical classes.
maybe get a study girlfriend? (though i have doubts on this one. :P)

but still, 1 repeat.
kena balik awal la nampaknya... >.>



oh shit
how do i break the news to my parents?

resist temptations

most of the time, i'll try to not discuss about religion.
especially mine where just a liltle bit of misrecall would call upon the wrath of a thousands OVERZEALOUS ZEALOTS, and just because i'm not really good at it. (more like disinterest. >.>)

just now, i'm about to write something regarding what really makes me loose my fast.
and yet, after a lil lines of it, i chickened out.
it's not like i would have to worry about somebody reading it but just that the mind of mine acknowledge The Higher Power.
that, fear, is quite enough to prevent me from blatantly do things He don't want but yet, still a little shorthanded in making me do what He wants me to do. (yes. i could get flamed for this wordplay)

it makes me wonder though, why should i be afraid or feeling discomfort when i'm gonna do things that i like/want?
tick tock time flies by, "lambat lagi buka?",
is it because of the people i'm together with?
has to be it. u huh...
it's not like i'm looking for approval but it's just that i need them to not snapping at my back.
then i thought, why am i still with those bunch?
"because mom said so."
"alright, alright..."


yes i am one childish guy. partially immature. (psychologically)
i got mad at somebody who i assume tried to cheat his/her sex.
i felt like that girl is talking about me.
i bragged about those girls were checking me out.
i thought that everybody is a faker.
i can't drive the car without- i just still can't drive the car.
i take that the world is just as stupid as i am.
ok i'm kinda confused right now but, you get the point.


it has been strongly established in my head that my mom and dad are still the higher advisor of anything in my life.
yeah. 8 years of living apart but still can't shrug off the feeling of resent, defeat and submission whenever they scold me (that's me. still getting scoldings even at 21 years old).
i manage to express indifferent but deep inside, "sorry mom. promise won't happen again.".
i still get this obligatory feeling of asking for dad's permission whenever i want to buy something.
the fact that i can't drive cars well just makes me want to take that neighbor's kancil and....
i don't know, train? (as in training. not densu train. ya like anybody cares. -_-)
still yet, if i do drive well, thinking about directions and purposes of me steering the wheel is too bothersome. :P
hey, i still can make my own rational and right decisions. being independent and such.
cuma malas la...


but seriously, i really wish you were talking about me.
i guess not...

New makeover!

there dia-chan.
don't ever say that i never give you anything.
what? you don't like it?
too bad then. not listening~

how was the cats btw? i really hope you like em!
=3

just realized, lucky friday 13th!
sembahyang jumaat jom...

hari paling malang

that's just it.
ranting about it now just won't solve anything. i still missed my flight.
just hope i could wake up tomorrow and get the hell out of here without any hitch.

sometimes, it makes me wonder, do all bad things happened has their own purpose/hikmah/whatever?
they say heaven works in a mysterious way (ya ya kurafat) but it just makes me wonder, or grudge, it just want to screw me up.

right now, everything just goes wrong.
god please, ease my way to home.
(i just can't rely on myself when it comes to me)



you know what dia-chan, this is one of the time i wish you could talk to me.




EDIT: (9/8/10)

fine. i'll just write about yesterday anyway.
it's all start with an unproductive morning of 10am.
bangun2 je trus bukak starcraft 2.
finished the storyline and found it quite engaging. (notice that i didn't use "campaign mode" as that sounds just too geeky)
rolling through the credit, alt tabbed, LOLFUCK? 1pm!
have a quick shower, go to abid's house. and... guess what? we planned to kill a rat.
by drowning it.
in the sea.
fuck yeah!
and now, starts the downward luck spiral.
i was told to wait for about 15 minutes but end up as fucking 1 hour.
abid went somewhere else, left his keys to me and seconds later, BAM.
"we're sorry because couldn't reserve the hotel."
"it's okay" (lolwut? fucking kidding me?! fuck you.)
"we're sorry"
"no it's fine. i'm planning to explore that place anyway." (and getting fucking robbed by the janitor)
i was kinda dumbfucked by the long waiting, already drowsy and all, walked out the door.
a little feet away, as my sense grew alert, i was like, "damnit, where should i sleep tonight? sial la korang. kenapa aku tak bising tadi?"
i waited at abid's, thought he's already home. another half an hour.
had a stroll around the neighborhood looking for nuts and baraka. i've already gave up with the baraka search and even considered buyin a few bits from every pharmacy from abid's to mine.
but noooo. it seems like everybody just craved for cashews and pisstachios.
i decided to go home. left a message and walk away.
and another 3/4 hour of waiting the tram along with the usual OMG-SINI? stares.

life goes on. getting ready for my flight to doha on 830pm.
left the house all neat and tidy. (lol!)
6pm. and just lol-fucking-what TRAFFIC JAM IS EVERYWHERE.
arrived at the airport on 8pm.
and just my luck qatar airways seems to have a policy of closing the gate 1 hour before departure.
there you go.
DON"T FUCKING WRITE 8PM FOR DEPARTURE IF YOU WANT TO TAKE OFF ON 7 FOR FUCKING FUCK SAKE.
and yeah, walk out of the airport, sitting there like a dummy.
life just keep screwing with me but leaves me sprawling just before the extreme of the bad side so that i could taste every bit of tragedy happened. thank god i didn't get mugged.
met a group of ustazahs. just about to go home after seeing off a friend of theirs. (no jealousy there thank you. i'm kinda glad i'm alone. and no. i'm not being defensive.)
told my sad story in a somewhat sad but cool way.
"ish doktor ni relax je kalau kitorang dah menangis dah."
you just couldn't see my heart. lucky it's already dusk. they didn't see the beady eyes. :(
free transport back home~ (goddamn how i cursed and cursed but couldn't let them out in front of these good people)
and i kept wishing. like what i've done before edit.
this morning, thank god i managed to get the 12pm (11am) flight.
what a rush. i was in green plaza. rushed to camp caesar for my bags. waved down a taxi.
trimas pakcik teksi for understanding the whiff of desperation and fucking raced down to airport.
thank you good sir. (i payed 30EGP for the fare and said that as a tips but actually, i was more like, "here your jack-fucking-pot don't bother me with la'-40-pound bullshit coz I MIGHT MISS MY FLIGHT AGAIN thanks have a good day.")
thank god everything went on smooth and here i am in doha ranting. lucky there is free internet.


self counseling time~
well. thinking back, it just seems like i was paying a little bit less so i could pass the time safely in my room.
i would have to spend 20 hours from 0000 hour to 2030 hour in the airport.
i didn't and wouldn't get the transit accommodation anyway.
relax~
pity there is no girls involvement here.
pity... (ustazah2 tu x kira. they are good people la wei...)


and i've refrained myself from stalking you .
i miss y-

screw this!

i swear to god i'll never repeat any paper.
have mercy...

wtf all subjects are going to be repeated just 4 days after final exam with no gaps between subjects?
and not just written exams but together with practicals and orals.
it just looks like they in for the money. can't finish revision? carry!
don't forget to pay up~

pictures

i've never kept anybody else's pictures because most of the time, those pictures are taken not for me but just for people in general.
keeping any of that pictures for my personal emotional needs just feels wrong.
so, i keep mental images.
it's me who make it, mine to keep. property/identity questioned? "that's not her." :P

porn, on the other hand...
that's not emotional need, is it?

parenting

if i ever had a kid, i will never let them into any boarding school.
and i'll try not to take any job that involves too many moving.
and yes, i'll force that weather he/she like it or not. :P
sure it's being independent and all but at the cost of his/her childhood?
i don't know if it's just me who screwed up or i just can't seem to find any friends to go out everytime i had a holiday in those days. everyone is in the norths while i'm in my home in jb. i don't even get any tuition friends or things like that as going one would be redundant. mom and dad always said, "ikut peraturan sekolah, jangan buat hal. kita bukan orang senang". i was a conservative, law-abiding student.
i don't really blame everything on my parents' parenting. (they've been good to me for all my life and and my only comfort in times. thanks you guys!)
i'm actually blaming myself for being too lazy to socialize. it's just my luck that i had bad experiences with people.
i can't even hold any decent conversation. i can't express myself with anything (music, art, politic, religion, even scientific works). i can't seem to remember people's name for long unless i meet them every-damning-hour.
in the end, all i have are the tv, the internet, peoples' blogs,
peoples' life.

i've been rebellious with how i hate my birthday, how i don't want anyone to pick me up in the airport, how i always wanted to live all by myself, how i wear differently than everybody else,
because i couldn't properly have my childhood.
the one i had was before i was 12.
the rest are academic stress, peer torture, senior bullies and survival pressure.
me alive everything else is secondary.

maybe it's not too late.
i have almost nothing of the past.
i just hope entering medical field won't take out anything else from me.
(yet i'm sensing something would go wrong...)

i'm gonna be a bad daddy.

airhead

wow
being all alone in this even tiny apartment could make me so suffocated by loneliness.
fine, i never said i'm a guy who cope well with solitariness.
it's not like i can't live without people.
more like, it's kinda hard to adapt myself to this newfound privacy. (hell yeah! you don't know what i can do in the living room...)
i think afraid of changes is more appropriate though.

even though i've gotten all the freedom currently available for me now, the fact that i have no one to flaunt it just demotivate me from doing anything stupid.


it always fun taking a dump while fully naked and with the toilet door wide open.
thank god it's summer so i have to open all the windows.
but these diarrhea really getting on my nerves. lucky i never had one in any of my exams.
speaking about diarrhea, i really want to have another taste of that appic-tomyum-kai.
no no no. it's not the tomyum that gave me that nasty appendicitis. it's the steamed snapper i bet. *denialdenial*
anyway, i still have 3 more exams to go. the repeat papers. sial la...
and i still can't decide whether i want to stick with my desktop anymore or sell it.


now i start to love this loneliness.
no wait- there's another word for it. same meaning as lone but with a brighter mood...
even though i feel insecure, uncertain, i do get a feeling of comfort. a sense of belonging.
feel like no one could bother me anytime now.
like, i have all the liberty and rights to do anything i want here in this, home(?).
^_^
this reminds me the time in my 1st year where i had a room all by my self.
even though there is still study stress, there is also calmness.
if only this place is cleaner... (that reminds me to buy plastic bags and rubber gloves)

*sigh*
deep down, i still want her.
ok. not exactly her. i just wish i have someone who would hug me.
especially at times like this. i don't know. i'm still 21. my conscious says, "it's too troublesome. x payah la" but yet, the moments my ego guard is down, my subconscious would project things like, random girl giving me a warm hug or kiss. it was so real...

actually, there are lots of things running through my head currently but i just don't have the will to write them down. it feels like all those thoughts would be nice to entertain but yet it would be unproductive and this, makes me demotivated. both to write em down and my general me.

how i crave for malaysian food.

and i prevailed! (continued)

parasitology exam was so-so.
though all those long, confusing names of each just making me sick.
speaking of sick, back to appendicitis.
i don't really have much to say about it except,
my pain threshold has diminished over time, i think i've gone lazy with all those willpower endurance trainings.
no. it's none of those specific uber hard exercises.
it's just life.

contradicting myself, is a little habit of mine i just can't really grow out of it.
example,
i always thought, "people lie" (actually, it has a more of a description for it but i just refer it to house's) but yet,
.
.
what did i just say?

fine... i don't really think.
it takes too much effort to think about something that would surely happen.
like, reality for example. a girl who i stalked posted "reality works, so it's boring.", or something to that effect.
ok i don't feel like finishing this.
*sigh*
these self thought provoking sure are tedious.

i have realized now!
i am too repulsive. or is it impulsive.?
goddamnit my english have failed me...
thank god i don't really have a psychopathic personality.
most of the things i did were harmless. but admittedly stupid.
heck. now i don't even think i am impulsive.
more like, impulsive mind. i think of something, 50% probability of me doing it.
wait... isn't that impulsive? or is it?

at times, i do think words just don't cut it.
i hate using pictures as it contains so many words but without explanations.
vlogs require a webcam and too much efforts.
voice blog, i don't really like my voice.

ever had times where you really have something to say out loud yet having trouble constructing that thoughts of yours as it was too scrambled up, explaining shits over 3 times couldn't even make em comprehensible.
feels like, your thoughts was in clouds and mist.
i'm having one. >.<

and i prevailed!

fuck the pain!
i ain't feelin ya!


no seriously, the pain is almost unbearable.
i think i drooled and bubbled my mouth while wrinkled-fetal-position at the corner of my bed, in the far corner of my room, in pain.

and yet, pain subsided, whatever in my lower right quadrant right now is healing well.

i have so many random thoughts lately but i really shouldn't writing in here.
bloody parasitology. 3 hours to go.

i'll write my thoughts later.
later!

hell

3 hours just now was a hell ride.

i don't know if i'm right but i self diagnosed myself as appendicitis.
the pain started dull but gradually grew, more painful.
on 3 pm, i took a tab of ibuprofen. miracles!
life goes on painfree until after i had dinner, around 10.
the pain was so unbearable, i started to hallucinate.
it's kinda traumatic so lets leave it there, k?
point is, during those trips, suddenly the pain stopped!
thank god it stopped!
thank god.

the end.

seriously, if that trip was an interrogation, i don't know what might leak out.
ithurts
itsfuckinghurts
godhelpme

now, blog revamp aside (minor revamp :P),

i wish that person you've mention could be me.

btw, you're actually kinda scary.
















UGH... WTF?!
what am i doing posting this here instead of in her blog?


fine.
it's not like i don't have a thing for her but more like i am scared of the reaction i would get.
if she kind of approves, what should i do next?
if she disapproves, what would i do next?
uncertainty is horrifying yet it does give me some sort of, security?

i also want to say that not as zombie-me but more as me-me.
DONE labeling all those old posts (but with generic labellings :P).
and things were weird,pretty funny and a bit cool!
it was like, somebody else that wrote all those posts.
and some of them are pretty cool.
i can't believe that i've been through all that in just a year.

and i do feel kinda embarrassed reading some the posts.
some the posts just show how immature i am.
some depict how selfish.
some just plain stupid.

orga-wut?

organizing things is such a bitch but it does make things look neater in the long run.
maybe i should start using labels.

fine
i'll use it.

there are the dream diaries, the usual rants, the idle thoughts, the lame self-quotes, and some other things i'll make up later.

this post is actually about a lame self-quotes but turns out putting it there in the post title makes it look REALLY LAME, it makes me wonder how can i do it without making it looks... lame.

then again, i'll have to re-label every previous posts and change the blog appearance so i can fit in a label-thingie without making too much of a change. before that though, i have to google how to change the label-thingie so it doesn't actually read as 'labels'. have to think of some witty name so it fits with my zombie theme (why did i choose zombie in the first place anyway? btw, not really undead-gore-oh-so-scary-stuff at all. just an excuse on being boring without sounding like one). minor details minor details...

too much works i'll say.

Dream Diary 2

though this one, is more nightmarish.
not totally nightmare, but the state i'm in after that was totally like i've had one.

it was something like an imaginary life i've had.

a few facts about this imaginary world:
-LITTLE abstract reference to my actual life.
-more of a manifestation of my current mental and emotional state.
-the residents are always from my actual life but their role and identity may change (example, my liltle bro could be my classmate but i can't recognize him as my bro in the dreams. i only recognize him after i am awake).
-none of them have any name. i give them name after i'm awake just for easy reference and plot-lining. (i might have called their names in there but i've never remembered any of them in any of my dreams.)
-things happened in the dream were almost unrelated to my my life.

too long, didn't read (it's not that long anyway, though i might add something later), random.

back to topic, i assume i was in my late secondary school life (form 4 to be exact).
it seems i had just enrolled, or i would say, re-enrolled.
and more of my former classmates* had also re-enrolled.

* we were chosen, or we had chosen to go through a special program where after we were done, we could have something like a secured future. these former classmates of mine, we never had any kind of contact before we went into the program.

there were flashbacks of what had happen that caused me to resign from the program.

rough circumstances. i can't really describe the flashback for this one but at this moment, i felt a great despair. felt like there were big obstacles ahead. i swear i could feel my real body stomach churned all the time the flashback run.

another flashback occur, i had been repeating the same part of the program because i keep failing their tests.
in this one, i felt suicidal. losing hope. giving up.

then the last flashback. people around me start to distance themselves from me.
or i could say i distance myself from them and ignore misinterpret their concerns as mocking.
i was upset, frightened, and alone.

i came back to my present mind. walk through the class, to my table. i remembered the teacher said my table has been assigned and there supposed to be a student file on it.
i walked around and can't find them and then, i saw ain.
i was about to ask her if she had seen my file when she burst out in laughter, handed me my file and showed me my table. next to her.
"apala you ni, takkan tak tau i"
weird. i've never known her (heck, i've just recently met her last year without even so much of an interaction, save a few bits of this and that) except for her name and some minor details but at that moment, i felt something like,
"haha. should have known."
i felt like i've known her for ages.
"kenapa you kat sini? keluar jugak?"
"a'ah"
"who else?"
and she mentioned and pointed at somebody else.
same thing, somebodies i've barely known but felt like i've been with them forever.

once i've seen and acknowledge their presence, i felt a little bit at ease.
feels like, "not only me i guess".
like, when you have a problem and you look around and asked people, "is it just me or blablablabla..."
"yep, this thing is fucking hard!"
"hey! same as me!"
something like that.

the class went on

**MID DISCUSSION INTERRUPTION**
dreams recalling is so hard when it involved with negative emotions.
so much harder.
why the fuck did i even bother?
**INTERRUPTION ENDS**

class went on and it was a lecture on some subject i've had for my previous program.
lecturer asked questions, no one raised hands, and pointed at me.
the question was really random and weird but i have the feeling that i know the question and answer them with something equally random.
"ya! *and the lecture goes on*"

at this time, a flashback occur.
it was back when i'm still in the program.
the lectures were so hard, i could barely understand anything.
the quizzes, exams, were much more so.
then i had a thought,
"tapi macam rugi plak bila fikir semua yang aku belajar dulu tak bleh guna sangat nanti..."
the regret, the guilt.
overwhelming, overbearing.

i woke up.





something unrelated, never drink coffee-oatmeal mix before sleep. you'll just end up waking straight into caffeine crash-
oh... now that explains a lot...
anyway, study for exam!

takde kerja

bohong
5 hari lagi nak exam

the week is so hot, i swear my head had boiled over 6 times times 6.
no.
actually, this post is totally unrelated to whatever i had in mind.
or is it the other way around?
no wait. does it matter?
ah. found it.
i'm actually kinda jealous to people who actually have something going in their head.
something that not totally ridiculous. totally sane and brilliant. (or somewhat)
is it just them or i haven't gone out lately?
or is it something totally unrelated to my social life? (LOL that just sounds so wrong. do i have ANY?)
damn so many questions. many incoherent questions.
so few answers. even less in sane answers. (not to mention irrelevant)

frankly, i planned to list down some of those questions, and discuss them with some imaginary friends that i'll conjure later.
but when i try to delve in inside my conscious/heart/mind/whatever for them, i would suddenly goes,
"ok now why do peop- no... ah! what's she do- umm... wait. why did the win-"

so many interesting things to ponder yet so little attention.

maybe i'll start with something shallow simple.
i wonder if i could make somebody goes crazy over me.
that's not the actual question. i can't really explain the actual Q. it was something less emotional. much more logical in fact.

whatever. let's start with that. to facebook!
err... maybe later. most likely the ones i want her to notice are probably asleep. -_-zzz
but if i do it later, there are those unwanted attentions... >.<
i have nothing to lose anyway. X3
right.
in the morning!
(hell yeah for emoticon abuse. is it? what is actually abusing? NGGGHHHBLABLABLABLADONTCARE)


unrelated, my shoulder healed (i think so...) and i could start work out anytime i want.
maybe i'll start with morning jog. (maybe next morning or maybe the one after that. urghh. fucking willpower...)
and then BACA BIOCHEM & ANAT!

Dream Diary 1

Hi and welcome to my new dream diary series.

god. formal introduction sure is lame but it really sets up the mood.
since i always get weird, emotionally impacting dreams, i've decided to write them so someday when i'm bored, i can somewhat read them back and try to interpret/continue/whatever them back.

it's been a while since i dreamed this (like, 2 hours?) so don't expect to get detailed story and i'll try to be accurate (like you would know anyway :P)

it started with something depressing. i can't really remember what happened but i can vividly remember how i was feeling.
deep depression.
i was so depressed, i was quite irritable and angry and homicidal.
the dream skipped certain scenes aka fast forwarded.
then comes athirah. (yea! that is "the girl"'s name. oh ya... i forgot to write something about her. later.)
she was somewhat try to console me or something. i was abandoning my life.
she talked gently and it do feel comforting but my ego just couldn't rest, i emotionally resist her attempt.
she had gone fed up with me and start to use a little more aggressive methods. just a little.
can't really describe them because the dream was kinda skipping scenes.
she scold and i retaliate and shit gone messy and scene was fast forwarded a bit and for all i know, i had somewhat, killed her.
no. it's not exactly like i've killed her but i felt like i've done something to make her out of my life. i don't know either she had run away or just gone or dead but i really felt like, "fuck... i can't see her again ever huh?".
i felt guilty and the guilt was really heavy.
fuck. just remembering it makes my heart feels like falling.
after a little thinking about her, i felt this, urge, to see her and apologize but i know i will not get to see her ever again.
but somehow i felt like there is still a little hope that she would comes/revives back for me to see her and there was something like, a strong intent to tell her, "sorry...".

another downward spiral or depression and a little insanity here and there with some scene skipping.

then comes my lil sis, ika.
she tried to comfort me. just like what athirah had done.
again, my fucking ego won't let down and i resist stubbornly again.
except now, i felt my sis attempt was extremely annoying and irritating.
scene fast forwarded and same thing happened.
i felt like doing something really stupid like, killing/banishing/kicked out my own lil sis who wasn't even guilty in anything at all besides being concerned about me.
instead of having hope, i was in a total despair.
"bodoh... kenapa? kenapa? ika takkan balik lagi kan? ika. jangan pergi. sorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysor..."

i might have gone insane on that time.

then enter athirah.
OH MY GOD
it was like, some one had thrown a really big rope and the rope wrapped me by itself and pulled me up from a endless hole of despair.
how i thanked her. how i apologized. how i regret everything.
so many emotions.
i hugged her and kept repeating "sorry" for more than 9000 while clenching something. i don't know what i was clenching as my hands were full or her and my mouth was bombarding her with so many "sorry" but it felt like i was clenching something. (and no. i didn't feel anything regarding her body and me having close physical contact with her boobs. try to accidentally kill somebody you loved and after a day of mourning and regretting, he/she comes back alive. you wouldn't think of anything irrelevant other than him/her and how guilty you've felt)

she kept saying "it's ok".
i mumbled continuously about what i've done to my sister.
she kept saying "it's ok".
i rambled insanely about how i've screwed up my whole life.
she kept saying "it's ok".

scene skipped and i was at a doorway.

it was like, i was waiting for someone with EXTREME excitement and anticipation.
the door opened and my heart jumped/leaped/thrusted upward/antigravitied.

it's ika!
she comes back!
she was smiling. a comforting one too.
"ika! abang resh mint-"



fucking alarm...




yea. most of my dream-tellings were always revolves around my emotion regarding what had happened.
that's what matter anyway. (and yes. i do notice the overusage of "felt" and some other minor details. my vocabs are THAT limited so stop complaining >.>)


on another unrelated note, i'm going to replace my desktop to a laptop.
damn, dad sure gonna be facepalming ME.

always a limit in pushing the limit

i'm in so much despair, feel like burning down the whole world.

i don't feel any hatred or envy or greed or sadness or anything.
just feeling helpless and despair.
you know, lack of hope of somekind. (heck. even explaining this shit puts me deeper into this shit-mind-hole i'm in.)

but why the whole world?
nothing. just for kicks.
i don't know about anyone else but me, my mind only thinks of creating chaos.
for the sake of sharing. :P

hurting shoulder
broke
hard-to-maintain lies
mounting expectations
looming exams
messy bedroom
hungry mites infestation
crappy yet barely affordable food
boring people
uninterested girls
uninteresting girls
painful shoulder (yes. intended repetition)

and so many other minor details.
usually, i can always shrug the occasional depression by working out.
more depression = more weight
more weight = overtraining
thus, the sore shoulder.
some googling showed that this kind of injury would cost me fucking 6 weeks of almost non-utilizing rest.
i want to visit a chiropractor, so much. doesn't matter except for pain management. (i didn't fucking know my rotator cuff would be THIS weak... another exercise regime i guess.)

all this shit makes me wonder if sex could actually help relieves things but i don't actually have the balls to ask a girl, don't have the heart to commit, don't have the will to beat faith, and can't be bothered to deal with those protecting that faith (i know it's not theirs' but you know... people... >.>).
my arm hurts like hell
i cant think straight
just now i've wished i had someone to share this pain with
no
i wish i can have somebody else to bear this for me
but i cant
have to keep smiling

hurts like hell

please don't do this to me...

today went on unexpectedly fine.

except for a few things like FUCKING LICE CHEWING MY SKIN DAY AND NIGHT LEAVING FUCKING IRRITATING BLOTCH OF ITCHES THAT ARE SO ITCHY I FEEL LIKE BURNING THIS WHOLE PLACE.

anyway, anatomy exam was so easy, it really brighten up my mood.
my hair was so darn easy to style, thank god the batch pic day is today.
and the girl (my new prey/victim/crush/whatever) was also pretty much layan me surprisingly 'friendly'.
thanks to her for my anatomy (and also a few others who made me a fucking-anatomy-sifu-for-30-minutes).

actually, there is something else that kinda put me down a bit for the day but i really can't think straight right now because of the itches i'm suffering... (maybe later tonight...)
i don't know where i'm going to sleep for tonight.


EDIT: (no. this is not 'tonight'. it's already the morning after :P)
  1. on hospital management exam, some people couldn't have their exam paper because of presumably somebody else taken theirs (professor only print out based on who attend the course, not only the exam).
  2. printers were out.
  3. somebody else suggest a presumably really good idea.
  4. they get to take the exam.
here is what my thought train were:
  1. i was feeling indifferent. served them right for not attending the lectures.
  2. didn't think much except for my paper. actually, i do have something in mind. printers were out but prof has the soft copy with him. use the projector. doesn't really stick to my head. just idle pondering. why should i care anyway? (not wanting any answer btw)
  3. hmm. glad to know somebody else do think. ok what? the idea was so obvious! why did prof credited her like she had just saved the fucking world?!
  4. EH!!? those were the guys? it was them? (the left out guys are 2 of my friends and the girl. they are not the kind who wouldn't miss class (or did they? don't know. they're not in the same class anyway.) and the girl (i really hate addressing her as just 'the girl'. maybe i'll post about her later.) was always in the class. maybe  i should have voice out that thought of mind after all. good for them. oh! my paper- *back to answering*
i just realized I AM a self eccentric, pre-assumptive guy.
the kind of guy who shrug off other people misery, thinking "not my prob", minding my own business, and maybe throw a few insults under my breath, not even knowing that the ones who were in trouble were my own friends.

that's not just it.
i wonder if they were someone random, will i feel the same as this?

it's not like i am really bothered by all this anyway.

leave me alone! but don't ignore me please...

you know what, these few days, i realized i've been regressing myself back into the self-loathing, self-isolating me.
i don't know why but life has been SO irritating that i just don't care anymore.
great news! it's exam week next week.

i am so in need of motivation and what my mind could think of is girls.
no. it's not about lust.
not about love either.
i just need one girl i could admire.
sounds easy. just choose and stalk somebody then!

NOT.
not this time though. i can't accept to just settle with that.
i want a more... closer relationship/interaction/whatever.
ok. here is how to describe it.
from what i could conjure from past visual and actual observations (tv, people near me, self experience etc.), i could safely (more like, 'politically correct') describe this, person, that i want as a female best friend.
something much closer than friends. maybe a little deeper as in a girlfriend but non of the romance element (a little bit teasing and flirting would still be nice though).
more like, trust and understanding.
and maybe a good sense of humor. (what the hell? beggars can't be choosers!)

i just want that.

it isn't like i don't want an actual girlfriend.
it's just, having friends is actually tolling enough to my non-committing heart.
having to bond emotionally to this one supposedly-special girl would really suck out almost all of my will to live. (not to mention the chained freedom)
i admit that sounds so irresponsible and immature.
call me childish but if i can choose not to have any responsibilities in this life, even at the cost of any kind of credibility or some sort (my vocab failed me here, sorry), i'll take the offer.
but please not without my freedom, thanks. i don't really care much if i have to stuck with my parents or a guardian forever. (i somehow feels i'm gonna regret saying that...)

life would be so awesome if i could stuck being a 12 years old forever.
everything is so innocent. so carefree. no hidden purposes. no stressful workload (except some homeworks of course), no burdening responsibilities.
just the world and fantasies.

world and fantasies...

stop trying to be my psychiatrist.

because you're not.
fine, according to YOU, i got -1 in depression scaling.
apparently, i feel quite happy about it.

ok. not really.
i do feel depressed for most of the time but whenever it comes to the point where i become aware of it, i'll feel sudden surge of euphoria.
but even though i am fine with it, i don't think flaunting those depressions would be wise.
so whoever said they are not mad is actually insane.
what logic is that? (wait... is that even relevant?)
for all i care, you could pulling those psychology fact out of your ass just as i innocuously answered your questions.
and please stop with the gay remarks. just once or twice in the lifetime of our friendship is fine but to actually mention about it in like, 2 in every 3 meets is just plain disturbing (even if it's a disapproving shit).
what's your beef with them? jeez.
don't get me wrong, as long as they don't force their idea and don't bother me i'll acknowledge their existence and let them be without ever judging.
same goes to everything and everyone. (for all i care :P)

some say taking the neutral stance in every single thing means cowardice.
guess what? i don't car-
ughh. why the fuck do i even bother?
here is MY opinion, stop trying to judge everything.
from my observations, being judgmental always incite obsessions.
obsessions always cloud judgment.
clouded judgment equals idiocy, which is boring to observe.
though there are always exceptions (albeit extremely rare).

p.s: nothing personal. >_>

gog and magog

holy shit! it's really a mind blaaasting~ discussion i had last night.
no seriously. i am dead serious.
even though if his opinion weren't all factually correct (hey. he did say that it's a research he'd done base on his own deductions for over 3 years. points for effort and honesty), it's still successfully make my mind went into thinking-tank mode.
i may have forgot almost 1/3rd of it but what really mind boggling is how the talks last night turned, twisted and derail from harmless boasting to heavy topics to practical practice.

at first, i was just going to give this friend the cash for my flight ticket. that was 11pm.
after having free meal and some playful time with effy (i love the well groomed persian. it's a 'he' by the way), we headed down (with dude A to just casually visit another friend's house just two levels below.
then dude B started to babble about girls.
lots of honest boasting, little bit of spiced up stories (i hope they don't have the guts to dig the truth. meh. just a pinch of lies anyway. they won't mind. :P) and some 'motivational' advises, dude B changed the topic about the flotilla incident. (i always mix up flotilla with fellatio. just how much more corrupt can i be?)
then we discussed about the unity of the whole muslim population, the assumed problems of those lack-of-participation countries, and our own country's problems.
now i realized just how malignant the cancer is. what is the cancer? FUCKING CORRUPT POLITICIANS. that is.
and then i can't remember how the discussion is derailed to gog and magog (yakjud makjud) but this particular discussion was AWESOME!!!!!!!
at first i was like, -_-
then i was like, o_-
and then, o_O
and then i went, O_O
there was also a time where i, ¬_¬
and a time where i, T_T
most of the time i, ಠ_ಠ
and, щ(゚Д゚щ)(屮゚Д゚)屮
 (have to copy some from wiki)
i really don't know how to express it in words as that would take like forever on my part to write all those information and informative expressions.
nonetheless, MIND BLAAAAAASTING~~ (russel peter style)
after about 4 hours of heavy material, we rested a bit with some tongkat ali cafe and continue our talk with this jackpot question, "dude, camne ko work out?"
dude A missed all the action by sleeping through the heavy discussion.
i didn't know that there is actually a variant of push up that actually build core strength.
i learned about forms and the differences of crush and sit up (not that i would use those in my regime anyway)
i also going to add some isometric exercise into my regime.

point is, this dude bloody knows what he is doing.

and the work out debate (yep. i do have my points to prove too) was evolved into implementation of those exercises in martial arts.
this part was so informative that i even felt bad having to end all those practical craps and potentially hazardous yet fun to do moves.

again.
point is, this dude BLOODY KNOWS what he is doing.
into the hall of fame halim.
TITLE TEST ^_^
(the test failed T_T)


friendship is not only about be together and benefiting each other.
it's about be together and sharing the same thought.


mind reading doesn't count.

yes. i deliberately omitting other aspects like trust and yada yada.
¬_¬

(truth is i have to edit and reedit the first sentence a couple of time)

I don't lie. really.

note to self:
  • don't do these (chronologically):
    • deprive sleep
    • work out
    • chug down buff + coffee
  • you'll end up with:
    • MAJOR DROWSINESS after 3 hours
    • MAJOR HEADACHE after 9 hours
    • HANGOVER-like symptoms
    • waste the rest of the day and even the next because of:
      • crushing headache
      • neck pain 
      • mass fatigue
      • lack of motivation
i swear that drink i had was some luck-drought potion.



or was it because i just found out that the FUCKING ASSIGNMENT JUST TOOK ME 5 HOURS OF NON WAVERING ATTENTION AND DEDICATION JUST TO FINISH UP TILL FUCKING HALF-WAY AND THAT FUCKING HALF WAY ALSO ALREADY TOOK ABOUT 6 FUCKING PAGES OF FUCKING 12 FONTSIZE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

oh. mind you that THIS IS JUST THE BLOODY WORD DRAFT.

bloody hell... 


and i really hope whoever inconsiderate fuckers who cut off the internet yesterday FOR THE WHOLE BLOODY DAY
would

just

die


FUCK YOU

nice friday!

sometimes, i would have this... urge... to force myself into someone's life.
the urge could go so strong, i actually start to plan how can i do that.
the plan could be so brilliant, it actually worked.
the plan worked flawlessly, the victim would be too dependent on me, emotionally at most.

but then again, after awhile, after i'm bored, i just lose interest and move on while totally ignoring the other party.
worse would be when the other party ignores me.

i am a sore loser.
and with almost luckless life, i end up being a really sore loser, loser. (not really good with taking revenge anyway.)
sometimes it makes me suicidal.
rarely homicidal.
though most of the time it's just plain, bad mood.
i start to withdraw myself from people.
i start to despise those around me.
despise those with a much more radiant, fun social life.
and yet i do not embrace those with the same fate as me but instead, use them as emotional leverage.
i end up alone, yet content.

when the interest sparks again, i end up lonely but craving.
and back to first step, the cycle continues on.
i know how to break the cycle but it just plain bothersome and too much work.

ok. actually, there are more than on way to do that and one of the least resistance and works would be ignoring people altogether.
changing how I view people is MUCH easier than changing how OTHER people view me.
the problem with this method is those other just won't go away by themselves and definitely won't ignore me.
means the cycle would reenact from time to time.

at least i am less sour the next day.

p.s: please stop taking pictures of me unless you could make me look good in one. thank you! ^_^*

don't go yet...

gonna make this entry before 12am!


i always have a problem with keeping in touch with my family.
hell. with anyone i would say. unless the person lives right next door (literally next door, as in, next room), they have a chance of being forgotten from 2-50 % (depending on frequency of meetings).
though the chance is highly decreased (max 20%) if the person is an attractive girl. (how/what/which is attractive is another subject i just don't feel like explaining. not yet.)
and the chance with fami-
FUCK THAT. who the fuck would forget their own family?
(unless the family is a one screwed up bunch, sucks to be you. :P)

i am maybe the kind of kid who would cease contacts for 4-6 weeks but i will never, ever do the indespicable. (i don't really know the right word, sorry.)
people like tanggang (if he ever exist) deserves to be turned into stones of whatever immortal, inanimate objects and be cursed for eternity. or whatever.

call me a wuss but i am the kind of guy who after talking to mom and dad over skype, i would keep logged in until up to 8 days or until my laptop shutdown, whichever comes first.

and thanks mom for not dissing me after i told you about today's exam.
and yet, i didn't greet her moms day.
hey! everyday is her special day. right?
tanggangnye aku...

do you know what i'll do when life just don't wanna go my way?

i shut down my moral and intelligence center and go for porn, violence and insanity.
my reality sensor would detect massive retardation and hunger and switch those two centers back on, eventually.

again, i screwed up my midterm. and i am sure 20% of the blame goes to the paper.
babi dia tak kluarkan satu pun head and neck anatomy question.
not even one!
punya la banyak problem ko letak kat midterm sebelum ni untuk muatkan semua jenis benda tapi time ni ko boleh tak letak.
sial. dah la aku baca tu je untuk anat. lecture pulak entah apa2.
one of those moments where life just really screwed you upside down that it made it like it's YOU who screwed up.

sorry mak, ayah...