berry shisha weekend

the weekend was productive. i think.
had classes till 530 on friday. bought my bus ticket to kl around 430.yea, very last minute.
my sister's way of throwing a surprise party, even the guest gets a piece of the surprise.
bus was at 630. while walking back to my apartment, wahlau eh, clouds so dark looked almost like reens!!(a very dark person who happens to be my bestfriend)
and i was suppose to go to melaka sentral by bike!!
nasib qimy gave me a ride. thank god. and qimy.
reached kl, bought mummy a buquet of flowers and met up with kit yuan at the LRT station and headed for bangsar. was a decent surprise. mummy was speechless. apparently she was complaining why i didnt give her a phone call.haha. "heres your flowers ma. whats for dinner?"

i love you ma. happay 54th birthday. and yalah yalah, you look like 28.
god bless you with health, strengh, and loads and loads of PATIENCE, always.

met up with kit yuan again on saturday and as pre-planned, wanted to watch movie (fast and furious) with style (THX) but obviously gsc was out of tickets.
so we left, with style.
droped by a closed addidas factory store, just managed to catch a glimpse of the next shoe im gonna buy. so.bloody.tempting. gaah.

we fetched chien up, then the lost absent jiun wen and headed to nirvana's.
there i kena-ed yela sapade (banana leaf) and mutton masala.pehh..sedap sial..
and then came the best part. we made fun of the way yee chien walks. HAH.
she used to walk like a duck. like her body was faster then her legs.
now she walk as though she has balls in her way.
and since we had a cinderella in our midst, we had to leave before to car turned into a pumpkin, or worst, jiun wen gets locked outside her house.

kit yuan and myself then headed to tanjung (our meetup point/base/hq) after dropping of chien who ffk us to join this guy(wooooo..), from kl (wooooo..), who has a thing for her. what a loser.
haha.
waaaa, ordered my shisha and watched the first half of the liverpool-fulham game on a tv size of something from the stone age. and with massive entertaining, annoying and distracting house music for the background. kudus to the collection though. had abit of paul van dyck.
which reminded me of jamiroquoi which i obviously am not going cuz i have to leave for melaka tomo-godamn-row.
left the damn place.to a mamak near my area which was much more tranqual, peaceful and quiet. which also had tv's size of my palm, except they had like 10 of them.
watched liverpool play the rather dissapointing second half, but with a late winner; yossi benayoun's brilliant ninety second minute strike, my last jigsaw for the weekend was positioned, neatly into place.

liverpool wins and mummy's happy,
iceing on my cake.

bus to catch at noon tomorow.
second week of april commenses.
i hate this part.

the YOSSI effect

GOAL!! KIT YUAN!! GOAL!!!

thats all i said as blood pumped into my brain so fast, like something out of an F1 car.
Liverpool scored a late late goal, courtesy of Yossi Benayoun.

Liverpool now stand 2 points on top of the premier league while man u (you suck), with two games in hand, plays villa tomorow.

twas a fairly frustrating game for the first 45, as liverpool strucked the post not once, nor twice, but four bloody times. torres, alonso and dossena twice. we should have burried them. goodness i tell you, fans with heart disease don't think will survive watching this match man.

gerard's deflected pass reached yossi on the right. with a tight angel, he smashed the ball towards the leftside of the goalpost, swooshing pass the keeper. as the back of the goal shaped-shifted, the crowd roared as agony and frustration turned into ecstacy around the stadium.
my heart stoped beating.
for two whole seconds.
what a feeling. what a feeling.
Liverpool,
YNWA

money

money is power..
you honestly still think money cant buy you everything?
money cant buy love? who you kidding..
money can even buy you a family.
look at angelina jolie..she bought herself a family didnt she?
dude, with cash, your horizon of oppotunity widens, big time.
you focus better, produce work better..no boundries, nothing.
no worry, no anxiety, and no bloody starving.

money..

you know what i realised?
money actually can not buy you everything.haha,hipocrite sial..
love you can buy..
but trust, loyalty? fat chance.

but than again, it's what drives me. i know, for all the wrong reasons.
but lets just leave it that way la yea?
i wanna send my brother to med school..
and get a ferari.

money..

april dreaded april

gesus..asignments are pilling up big time..
to add salt to that my marketing supplementary requires me to come out with a 20 page report on branding, due on the 15th. just what i needed when i've got a finance asignment about comparing two companies employment rates, a statistics asignment; survey of 50..on petrol,
a debate, and a bunch of group mates i can totaly rely on.
dude, its my future as well weh..
stress balls i tell you..
and then theres the temptation. the devil's call..
and then theres them annoying people out there who just can't take an opinion.
who just won't admit fault..
geez..screw the ego man..i honestly don't givahellsfuck about you.
just being a friend..
then theres the money issue.
got to get two text books and a magic finance calculator this month.there goes 220+bux.
plus its mum's birthday this friday.
think i'll get her a cook book.
so much for liquer this easter..
so much for malaysian grandprix..
all forgone..bye jamiroquai..bye jack daniels.

i need to find ways to keep the cash rolling.
my sourse of inspiration is desperation. think ivan think..

punk'd

word of the day : fool
fool of the day : imran


i was reminded accidently by a group walking pass me this morning. never occured to me that it was already the 1st of April. nesh and myself we're in class. nesh was picking his nose. so we decided to make a joke out of imran. he was'nt there so the sky was our limit. it was already 11 and we started to get restless. we left class early and gave imran a call, telling him there was gonna be a pop quiz in like 5 minutes. the bloody bugga got frighten la cursing on the phone all.
me and nesh went for brunch.
apparently he was having lunch all at home. he messaged me asking me to do abit of his quiz all for him.laaaaaandon i'll do for you. haha, da bugga sped to class with his kap chai,
then he called us.
fool : weh, korang duduk kat mane nie??
us : kite kat seblah kanan.cepat ar bodoh..
fool : takde pon..
us : april fool jantan kemak
fool : *dial tone*
the fella reached the mamak berpeluh peluh all.haha. weh bhuto lakhnat..korang kemak dow, cuak sial.
face red, sweaty all..chei

imran, you got punk'd la. next time, stfu and come early, bodoh lakhnat. arr..

the break, drive and my million

ive decided to take a break from it.
from them magical sticks that abra cadabras off them excessive worries .
sudden decision. wanna see how long i can resist. put my will power to the test.

i have no will power.

i woke up today to a mr.brightside alarm, feeling like a feather.
had one conversation in campus and bam, the weight of the world was on my shoulders. again.
asignments after asignments, midterms and such, all begun to pill up. just one conversation.
realized how behind i was with my academic. gesus christ.
due dates seem closer than ever, nak muntah darah sial.. they say i panic when the situation gets tough. i say i get this drive, this seriousness to just close the deal. like fire. so cool.

im gonna makes this work. watch me.

was watching tv and they were talking bout this dude who was the 9th riches man in europe at the age of 24. apparently he started a company that distributes games. how do they come out with these ideas man? he had a company when he was 21. im twenty and im flat broke.
that dude borrowed 2500 sterling pounds from prince charles and started his shit.
too bad in this country you only get cash when your on bersama-mu or something. and if you're a non-bumi, well thank your lucky stars we're not kicked out of this piece of crap land yet.
so much for fairness in equality.
i need to get my shit together real fast man.

first million, here i come..

and so it begins

why do i bother a blog?

dont ask me. guess i pretty much wanted a medium where i could record down times, important times, or times that made an impact on my dear soul, and read them in 30 years time or so and feel stupid about it when my wife and children reads it.
or be amazed by how far i'ved come. yea. be amazed. wohoo.

so basicly the whole idea of this blog, functions as a time capsule, like in the movie KNOWING.
where nicholas cage finds some hidden code bout the end of the world in a fifty year long time-capsule, and tries to save them people that mattered. yea, sure.
or maybe, the real reason behind this, was me finding a space, a blanck canvas, where i could paint my emotions and rage and opinions on, without having to know needless, pointless words of others. who knows?
well GUESS WHAT, im afraid that if i told you, i'd have to kill you.cliche.
(this is where i burst out laughing when i read this at the age of 50.)

this point on, i think i can/will be labelled as one of them pretty vacant souls, bloggers.
welcome to the family, boy..

..and so it begins