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mira 91: x ar
mira 91: kedua
mira 91: ade kakak,adek laki n adek pompuan
mira 91: tapi satu je xde
mira 91: abang
mira 91: hehe
mira 91: kalau x da lengkap
SysStream: hehe
SysStream: ecehh
SysStream: akak tu dah kerja ke?
mira 91: awk je la jadi abang sy
mira 91: huhu
mira 91: owh..akak still blaja
mira 91: kat unisel
mira 91: nak kenal???


And I stopped the conversation there. Invisibl'd myself on YM sampaila she logoff'd her YM.


I mean, dear blog, what should I do?

I have so much things to blog, but I should be sleeping right now. Some yawning (thx to CJL) are in place, waiting for further commands.

But, aah. My hands are tied. There's mess all over my bed.


Oh yea by the way. Today's Hari Raya Aidiladha.

I found nothing special about this so-called special day except the revival of ketupat season. Yeah, I agree. I ate tons of ketupats today. No, no such thing as a nasi consumed today.

(but literally ketupat WAS a nasi, i mean, rice)

So, here I go. I hate wearing the full Baju Melayu set, looks so everyone-else'-ish. So I took my sparkling orange baju melayu and wore it, plus a nice black pants. See? A brief observation on the mirror reveals that the pants blends nicely to the atmosphere.

Afternoon: Look who's here? Its the rain!.
Well, the rain successfully infiltrates my consciousness, taking my body to a temporary halt, as in, sleep.


Well, today's conclusion was:

Sleep is considered ultimately fun.
Ketupats can make my stomach work very hard.
I've finally watched the all of the latest South Park season.
Malays are totally morons.

Malays are total morons?. I wish the Subuh's prayer can be as much jemaah as Solat Jumaat. They begin to realize that sunat prayers are more important than solat wajib. Aaah, Malays will totally fail. That includes me, if I'm not mistaken. Changes are A LOT said than done, thanks to government and every UMNO's general meetings.

"Bangsa Melayu perlu tabah atas sesuatu".. and all that stuffs. Isn't that pathetically stupid?. It IS a huge invisible slap on Malays without realizing it, because we've been blinded.

Face it, without any drastic change, Malays will fail at this rate.

And yet, today reminds me of a work that I've been evading it for a very long time. Procrastination-wise, thanks for your short visit. And hell yeah, what should I do?.



Then I begin to realize that I can't depend on someone that much, thanks to the discomfort zone within me and Raihan.

And then I had some trouble with Nadiah.
And then I had some trouble with my Pentium D chipset.
And then I had some trouble with my budget.
And then I had some trouble with Caroline.. again, for the love of god.
And then I had some trouble with ....

Most importantly, I had some problems with my health lately.



I tried to contact Raihan, but fails.

You know what? I began to realize that after all things I took risk because of the name 'friends', I couldn't take care of myself.

I began to BE very alone in all stuffs. I had to take it all myself.

That's super drastic, but I had to. What other choices I have in my life?. You see Siddiq, screw you. You're very alone. No one will help you. No one will actually symphatize you for what you done.



Aaah, psychological impact hurts deeply.
No one knows.







So that's it. there's lots of things I would share in this last post before I fled to nothingness.

I'm planning on buying and donating two PCs, one for Kak Dah because of her family's need vs. her income and the PRS's. Costs me for around RM3K.

And.

I will be offline.
Thanks.





































Oh yea BTW, this is my last post of this year, I swear for the love of god.

Note to myself:
"You think they rate us just for looks so they can take personality into account."
Who am I referring to? Girls.

At least Kak Dah didnt solve the problem, but she do help in clearing all sorts of unsolved question marks.

Thanks alot.

So, tomorrow is the big day. KLCC here I come. The place where all the things start'd, should be the place where it ends.

We are witnessing the decline of an empire.





Oh yea lol I cried a lil' bit for a moment after the session was over. Luckily no one saw me.

The truth hurts. Seriously. What happens if you eventually found the truth about someone who stabs you repeatedly at the back, and at that time, you dont have any clue about that, because you trust the person so much.




The cheque is scheduled to be banked in by tomorrow. Should be.

I have 6 unread messages, 5 misscalls.

Latest events proves to me that some girls are sarcastically stupid as hell. Yes, I'm looking at you, college students.

I dont have no one to discuss on this matter. If this keeps going, maybe I should stop blogging altogether.

I juz gave my friends an interesting idea about an improvement for the college. They are planning for a proposal for it. At least there are things going on while I'm not around.

Tonight is the MU vs AS Roma game. And I will miss it. Tomorrow got work lah~..

My body's deteriorating. This evening I had a very awful pening.






Sorry about the words, but these are polemic. I'm done.






Oh no, I'm starting to termenung about this prob.













But still, the truth hurts.

Could you believe?

Today's cuti. I came to college and realized that I've been accused for having thoughts of stealing someone away from her partner.

Sounds simple, but its a very long story indeed.

What I just wanted to say is: I just wanted to play the chess suka2, there's nothing to do with her. I repeat, nothing. Now the girls are spreading the news to random people.

I met her today, and said to her:
"I'm very, very disappointed about the news today"

Then I took a book and immediately ran away from her. Apa dia nak fikir, biarlah. I just wanted to put a big signboard in her head saying that I'm not involved in any of it.



Aah, my problems are getting stacked up.

Yesterday: Siti
Today: her.



But the good news is, I'm gonna make a move tomorrow, hoping for that trouble to settle. I really hoped that Kak Dah will assist me tomorrow, pretty please.

The good point is, if all things are going well as planned for tomorrow, it'll make a huge positive impact on my life afterwards :).


But still, its a 1:2 possibility.

Harini geram sgt, tak tahu kenapa. Gerammm sgt..

Dahla harini dpt banyak sgt calls. Bayangkanlah, org yg lain dpt 30-40 calls, hari ni aku dpt 50+ calls. Dahla ramai nak komplen. Banyak sgt benda nak kena escalate. Banyak sgt beban dlm kepala ni.. Sampai ke cafe pon patah balik, pening sgt. Tak tahu apa nak makan.

Arini aku dpt check. Yela, diorang just bagi check je. Lutut mereka la. Bila la masanye aku nak gi bank utk bank in check tu. Masa aku kerja, masa tula Maybank bukak. Habis kerja je Maybank dah tutup.

Dahla tadi masa aku tgh nak pinjam CardPac, aku lupa nak letak ACW. Call masuk masa tu, dibiarkan je. Memang silap aku la, so I cant blame anyone.

Pastu, Caroline lak ajak keluar. Petang2 tu, aku ingatkan semuanya ok. Aku pandang luar, macam takde paper yg berlaku. I mean, takde hujan la. Sekali kat dlm lif, terpandang keadaan kat luar, fuhhHHH!!. Hujan lebat beb!. Kalau boleh tolak pelawaan Caroline tu takpela, dia bagi msg.. "sid..bleh kita jumpa? crol tunggu kat tempat biasa.. sorry bateri crol weak ni.. bye". Short notice kan? Mana tak geramnye aku. Kalau boleh reply balik kat dia yg aku malas nak kuar, dan kat luar tu tgh hujan, kan senang. Takyah la nyusahkan aku. Geram tul aku kat dia.

And there it began. Perjalanan aku ke KL diselaputi atmosfera hujan yang sangat mengganggu fizikal, mentally dan comfortness aku kat atas moto. Dahla ada headset dlm beg aku, basah kuyup. Mahal headset tu, RM1k plus. Malas nak tengok dah benda tu, kalau dah basah, basahlah. Kun fayakun?.

Sampai je kat simpang bkt bintang, aku dibazirkan masa dibawah naungan hujan selama lebih dari 5 minit semata2 kerana polis. Dia kasi lane dari KL lalu bkn main lama lagi. Moto2 kat sebelah tu dah rev2 dah, tak sabar dah. Rasa mcm nak ketuk kepala polis tu dgn hammer besi, kasi sedar yg semua org tgh basah kuyup kat sinii. Dahla masa tu aku lapar sgt + sakit perut. Memang geram tul aku dgn polis tu.

Sampai je KL, sweater aku basah, baju hujan aku basah, seluar aku basah. Takpe, redah je. Sampai2 je, aku pandang serious je dgn Carol. Carol tu boleh lak tersenyum2. Jumpa2 je dia, aku ckp "1st, kita kena cari tandas". Senyum lagi dia. Pelik gila.

Tula, sepanjang tadi aku serious je dgn dia. Aku tak marahkan dia (no, no way la), aku geram dgn the condition.

Pastu, aku balik2 je, Raihan msg aku. Dia bgtau yg dia ada kat meeting room, tgh ada meeting, kena dok depan. Hehe.. so aku bukak PC, aku tulis kat dia yg aku takde kredit nak balas.

Pastu Carol lak kacau. Dia suruh aku signupkan dia email Yahoo baru. Aku dahla sangat malas, sangat letih, sangat tension, sangat demam, terpaksa buat gak utk dia.




Aku tak tahu, tapi aku sedar yg aku terlena masa tu.



Aku bangun balik pkl 1.30 pagi, tiba2 teringat yg aku ada hantar msg kat Raihan. Terus bukak router, bukak monitor, sign in pidgin, there!. Kak Raihan still ada kat sana. So, aku borakla dgn dia kejap.

Aku tak tahu last2 kitorang mcm gaduh. Yela, dia tanya kat aku kenapa semacam je ni. Aku ckpla aku tension. Pastu dia boleh lak fikir semacam. Fikir yg aku ni mmg tension dgn dia. Aku pon geram tul, aku terus tulis line terakhir, pastu tutup PC. Aku harap sgt dia faham keadaan aku hari ni. X pernah pon fikir yg masalah dia buat aku tension, cuma aku je yg tension sebab diri aku, bkn sebab masalah dia. X pernah tension sebab masalah dia.

Aku mmg bebetul ikhlas nak tolong dia as much as I can, tapi kalau dia dah fikir yg aku ni membebankan dia, up to her la. Selama ni aku tak pernah fikir yg dia bebankan hidup aku.

Kalaulah dia faham masalah aku harini, kan senang.. Takkanla benda tu pon dah terasa, aku sabar je dgn karenah dia dari dulu, tak pernah aku tulis kat dia yg aku 'sakit hati' atas beberapa hal. No, walaupun benda tu kecik mana pon. Aku tak pernah fikir yg masalah dia bebankan hidup aku.







Harini aku hadapi cabaran aku sorang2 je, takde siapa yg aku boleh share masalah ni. Nak tido pon rasa sakit hati.

Tapi, in the end of the day, aku baru perasan yg aku.. sabar atas semua ni.

In the end of the day gak, aku sedar Siti tu siapa. dia still bestfriend aku, walau apa pon benda yg berlaku. Syg sgt kat dia. Just, kali ni, aku rasa aku tak buat salah. Kalau dia rasa aku salah, so be it.

Psl Caroline tu, aku takleh nak buat apa. Dah dia mmg camtu.

Psl hujan, mmg aku dah check forecast utk minggu ni, memang hujan memanjang je KL ni tetiap petang.

Psl kerja, maybe aku ni still baru, so at the same time kena belajar. Memang banyak benda nak kena handle dlm satu masa. So, takde masalah la aku nampak kat situ.







Setiap benda yg aku harungi harini semuanya understandable. Tapi seriously, rasa mcm nak ambik hammer ketuk je kepala polis tadi. Kasi faham yg ramai lagi kat sini yg basah kuyup pakcik oooiiii..

Oh wait.

I don't want to blog now. My back, aarhhhh..

Instead, I will amuse u guys with funny pictures I stumbled upon the Internet.

Lets start with inspirational posters. You can click the pictures for larger view.










That's it. Bored and lazy.

Define semantic.

One of the definition reflects a change, significant, symptomatic meaning, something like that.

Now comes the question: Did you apply this word in your life?




Now lets take a look at Friendster, as an example. Lets not look at myspace, its already deteriorating. Observe the shoutouts, the bulletin boards, specificly the title, how peoples gave their profile name, their so-called nicknames, et cetera.

Look at the broader perspective. How people change by morphing their life to the social engineering intergalactic world called the internet. How people change, because of the good looks of certain posers. Well, camera always makes people act, agree? How people react on some comments sent, either its a non-seducing type or vice versa. Take a good look at the vandalized bulletin boards, its a habitat for some too-socialized homo sapiens to litter around hate or chain texts.

I'm sorry, who am I going to marginalize?

People do change! People do something for his own good, just like the social networking sites. They are there to achieve certain targets. Cleaning the windows means cleaning both sides.



Am I stretching my mental capacity on this dull night for nothing?.
The answer is yes.
(No, you're not precise. The answer is, Yes because I was bored)




Lol. I love being myself invisible on Pidgin. Seeing everyone online, doing everyone's job. Observing. I love controlling rather than being controlled. Everyone knows the cons of that. I wanted to borak with Siti, but she's not online. Yeah, tonight she got an exam, Calculus I think. Aaahh, she's too intelligent not to agree she's not.

I don't know. I'm wearing 'the singlet' tonight. Maybe the choice of picking is narrowed to the only washed shirt I didn't wore for this cloth washing period.

Syuhada told me that I look better without my glasses on. Yeah, I tried removing the glasses and showcasing myself on the mirror. Yeah, I agree. But lol, no. I choose not to involve in a slightly different world based on perception.

Actually the friendster rants was for someone, which I strongly believe that he's not gonna read my rants. He's not that IT capable, resulting in an inquiry about 'blogs' being cricketed. I believe when he change, he can make a difference.



Na-Mg-Al-Si-P-S-Cl-Ar-K-Ca-Sc-Ti-V-Cr-Mn-Fe-Co-Ni-Cu-Zn-Ga-Ge-As-Se-Br-Kr

is my new Windows logon password. Im sick of people touching my private data, even a bit of that. Actually it sounds long, but its not that precise. And its very easy to remember. Funny that the mnemonics can make me remember all those silly chemistry jargons. I found it on wikipedia 2 years ago.






Lol. I was in a briefing with the team leader today. Early today. We talked, discuss, chatted. All the other participants were listening very closely, the atmosphere was centered to the team leader.

Then my phone rang, playing the Buddy-X song. It was LOUD.

Damn! I took the phone, canceled the call, and put the phone to the silent mode.

It was Caroline. I was embarrassed giler. Yealar, all the attention goes to the team leader, suddenly there's a loud music finding its path out from my pocket.



Until tonight, there were 5 misscalls. I don't answer anymore phone calls after that till this very moment. Don't ask me, I don't know who rang me.




Its 11pm already. I wonder where's Siti.

Anyone wandering why am I here on 11am?

I took a MC today. Actually the reason in the MC should be 'malas dan penat2 badan', but the doctor thankfully put 'sakit perut dan penat2 badan'. How I love democracy.

Oh yea, TMnet jsut announced that they will BLOCK, I repeat, BLOCK the port 25 of all TMnet's dynamic IP ranges. What does it mean?

It means, we cannot send email through our PC anymore! (with the SMTP server ofcoz). This this added evilness, TMnet has just become 110% evil. Thankfully they set up its own smtp proxy in response to protests which is building silently.

AAhhhh.. I should be completing the 'site' in these few days. Thanks to last night's designing, my body became stuff'd up ady..

Syuhada took a video of us yesterday, while resting in the meeting room using my phone. Ngehehe.. I plan to put it on Youtube, but, naaaaaaaah...

See! My name is on the internet!!! (whois server)

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Hehe.. actually my phone number is 91325598. Saje taknak kasi org lain call.

:)

p/s: who those people who are wondering, this is not the whois of slashstream.net

I mean, should I blog today?

No right?

Officially woke up at 9.00am. While visibility is still unforecastable, I glanced at the ceiling while thinking what should I do today. Aaah, today is Sunday right? Time to rest right?

I smiled and get the hell of my body out from the bed. Switched on the PC, logged in. Lol, no email. No updates. What a boring day.

I went outside from my room. My mother was baring2 in front of the TV. All my other family members are still unknown. Sleeping, maybe. Yeala, lazy-bums family.

Oh! There's a nasi lemak at the meja makan. It was not a normal nasi lemak, it was a nasi lemak with TELUR GORENG. Haha. An added serendipity to my almost boring day. So, I quickly consumed the nasi lemak plus a shot of cold water.

I went back to my PC. Still nothing. Torrent was downloading in a very slow rate. I was looking very forward to watch the latest Naruto episode. Very, very forward. The Photoshop torrent is now at its 70%'s.

Aah, what a boring day.



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I have nothing to do, that's why I wrote those.

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Yesterday Siti told me an interesting, yet a taboo line. "You don't understand..". Ah yes, as memory recall, this line was broadcasted by Norli to me on other occasion. Oh yea by the way, Norli is one of my college friend. One of the most watched face in the college. One of the most adored, and finally turn as 'Alamak, dah berpunya ke' girl.

This Norli girl has her own group of friend. Aisyah and Zu, making them as a 3-pack team everywhere in the college. Dalam kelas pon, they will rise as a group. They sit together, lunch together, go tandas together, study together. I wonder what glue they used to made them so ultimately sticky to each other.

We became close friends by I think last 2 months ago while in the class of Ms. Ayunni. Technical English, sigh. I was forced to join they're group because the lecturer asked everyone to be in a 4-pack team to complete an assignment.

And it began. I started became close friend to them.

This Norli girl likes to tell her problems to me. Eh, no. These three girl likes to tell their problems to me. They adore the sense that they are heard by others.

Ok. back to the Norli girl. She is currently engaged with this guy for a very long period. She loves this guy, this guy loves her. They are planned to be married by March next year.

Lately, diorang ni asyik gaduh je. I duno why. Sampai ada satu masa ni Norli gave up, she gave back her fiancee the pertunangan ring. You know why? Because she discovered that her tunang DRINKS. Kantoi masa Deepavali. Biasalah, at that day, some indians celebrate by drinking.

She told this problem to me. I simply told her, if I got a fiacee walaupun she is awesomely cute, et cetera, tapi if she trespasses the boundary given by nature, she's no more than an uncontrollable human wearing a mask.

Then she said, "kau tak faham Siddiq.. I loved him". See? How love blinds. I glanced at her, smiled, and told her "Li, ni bkn masalah aku dah. Kalau ko nak still teruskan dgn dia, means you agree to take the risk of nothingness".

Sigh. That's why I hated girls. You fail at life, Genocyde.

http://www.youfail.org/


Meanwhile, Siti's problem is more more different.

:)






Lol. Nevermind.

Last night NHA gave me a website link to a super eerie.. site?. I can't stand anymuch longer after 2-3 scrolls. Bookmarked, and closed it immediately.

This morning I tried to visit the site again. Yeah, this time is more acceptable. I took a view on some of its masterpiece.

Aaahh.. I gave up at case No. 3. I feel like vomitting.

Anywayz,

I decided to participate in a camping trip by 'them' next week. It is projected to be super fun.

Can't wait~~ :)

0.7734

The favorite number to be typed in any analogue calculator. You'll see why.

I juz came back from the Blog forum. They were good speakers. One of them is a well known PAS upper management, one of them works as a website developer for Media Prima and one of them is a.. what? What I know is: he sell books xD. Thanks to this night, I am virtually a member of the Malaysian Friedrich-Naumann group.

Yeah. I came back and saw Kak Suraya, ita and my mom hanging in front of the TV watching some sort of TV3 drama. Ridiculous.

Girls.

I switched on the PCs, and the first thing I saw is a msg from siti.

ZZZZZZZZzzZzZZzzzz......

I'm tired.

Siti gave me two interesting cerpens to be read. I admit, both of them gave me inspirations, broadening my perception of this particular thing called love.

Reminds me of the song When You're Gone by Avril Lavigne. Reminds me of Muslimatun. Aaahh.. past stories.. The only outsiders picture in my Friendster profile I kept till today. Why is it still there berbanding all the others? Definitely no one asked for the picture

Yeah, Caroline msged me today. She told me she may be going to Technology Park Malaysia Academy next year. I was shocked. UNFAIR!.

If somebody saw me dead by at least next year, the main reason would simply be 'lack of love'.




My body?. Some of my close friends realized that my body was not build to stand air cond. breeze so much. So, my three weeks of working in a really cosy environment, where we just sit all day, doing physically nothing, with the assistance of 22'C atmosphere.

So my body came up with this decision = to torture me in an immense physical immobilization, which is simply called as 'Demam'. Thank YOU. Now I had this weird feeling all across my day. Simply started as a selsema, but it developed as an influenza.

So here I am. I had to rest my body here and there.



Oh yea. As of today, two of my cousins planned to reside permanently at my house. SPM-aftertakers, Miftahurrahmah and Kak Suraya. Girls?. Yeah I agree to your opinions, whichever it is. I'm planning to take the PS2 with the Guitar Hero cds and flee to Kelana Jaya for a moment.



Fuiyoh! gmail now provides me with 5GB of space! FREE SPACE~~. (baru perasan)

I love gmail.
Still, I hate girls.

By the way, this may amuse you for a moment:

New school semester:

At the first week:

At the second week:

Before the mid-term test:

During the mid-term test:

After the mid-term test:

Before the final exam:

Once know the final exam schedule:

7 days before final exam:

6 days before final exam:

5 days before final exam:

4 days before final exam:

3 days before final exam:

2 days before final exam:

1 day before final exam:

A night before final exam:

1 hour before final exam:

During the final exam:

Once walk out from the exam hall:

After the final exam, during the holiday:

Taken from Amelia's blog without permission xD. Note to Amelia : Hi. (if you're reading this)

I always needed time on my own
I never thought I'd
need you there when I cried

Anyway, I got another 30 minutes of blogging left for today. This cybercafe is closing down.

I used to entertain myself in this cybercafe years ago. I repeat, yeeears ago. At that time, this cc was in its peak of its era. Everyone came. Chatting, YM and etc was the most popular bandwagon in this place. Today, I came again to this old masterpiece. The PCs are still here. There are still about 5-6 functional PCs, but its okay for me.

This place reaaaly brings in nostalgia.

Tomorrow is supposed to be rain. I checked with the weather forcast. Not just rain, but a storm. I mean, geographically speaking in KL larl, jgn terasa ye warganegara asing?. I told Caroline I couldnt meet her tomorrow because of the rain. She said "waah.. pandainye sid".

And I was thinking. Should I respond?.




Anyway. Today was better. Yeah. Better. I rang up some calls. My senior told me, with a smiling face, "Better.. better than yesterday".

Early in the morning, I had a serious fever. I forced myself to face the fever, and go to work. Biasalah, my body cant stand aircond too much. I took several shots of panadol, and still. My nose was plugged with mucus all the way till the very end of 5.44pm.

When I came out from the MGCC building, taking my nostalgic path of going home, suddenly I glanced at the sky. The sky was gasping for air, wanting to tell me something.

At last, when he got his breath, I looked at it, and he said:






"Nama saya Rain"




And then the rain starts pouring very, very heavily.

I was forced to retreat at the nearest flyover to take shelter. When I tried to continue my journey, I came to another obstacle. There was a time when I saw motorists stopped at the corner. I looked at them. Their faces indicate something is going on ahead. So I looked up ahead, the road was covered with water. The pond has reach its maximum capacity, and its overflowing, taking the road as a hostage.

So I took the risk, luckily my bike was awesomely handsome. We managed to pass through the booby trap.




So, here I am, now. Still in fever, looking great.

Do I need a girlfriend?

131th post of the blog.

Today was challenging. I was assigned a half-day test of receiving calls. 10 days of training of ALL Maybank products, transactions, possibilities, advantages and cons, et cetera was not enough!. Others took 3 months, why can't I?. Zzzzzz. I'm not that smart as you think.

Anyway, Letchumi, the team leader told me that I should be starting after lunch. I was told to do the Buddy Programme before that. My last Buddy Programme chance. I observed my partner very, veery closely, citing every inquiries that needs to be asked. At lunch, I was thinking what am I gonna do when I got the call nanti.



"Aaaahh... shit. Dahla tak tahu apa2.. I will fail, believe me.."

but deep inside my heart, theres a tiny guy that shouts "YOU CAN DO ITT!! TO HELL WITH THE PROBLEMSZZ!!!111"



The tiny guy sure relieves me alot. I owe him one, whoever he is.

So I went to the toilet, doing whatever a man could do to rectify his confidence level. "You are handsome, wise, rich, young professional" chanted repeatedly while configuring my hair was the best relief I could get.


So the day went on. Calls after calls I answered. No problems occured.

I love myself.

Oh yea, my bike screams "I NEED MAINTAINANCEZZ!!!11". My back tire just flattens out like that while en route balik rumah from work. Its a paku embedded. Thanks to a random Malaysian citizen I have to bear the cost of replacing another tube. PLUS, the paku punches through my inner tire and making its way out again, making two holes. What does it means? It means that my tire is awaiting replacement at any time.

Account Statement for my lovely bike:
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RM100 for a new tubeless wheel.
RM50 for a new helmet
RM20 for a 4-stroke oil
RM65 for a pair of an original Modenas key
RM50 for a bike lock

equals to RM285 (according to Microsoft Calculator)

and I have no money

still equals to RM285.

*scratches my head*

I love my bike.

Beautiful Disaster .

Simple? Yet it is Raihan's blog title. One night she reminds me of her blog, which I think she reaally wants it to be changed cosmetically. The moment she talked about it, I felt a spark on my head.. "blog....siti?". Ah, lupa. I didnt save the password in my PC somewhere. Maybe it is lost between the reformat transactions.

So I grabbed one of the skins in the blogskins.com site and quickly implement it on her site. There was two sample design. She liked the eee--yucks pinky angelish design, which I volunteerly objects. It was horrible. Aah, I can't imagine it to be implemented on any site.

Reverted the design to classic template with some help of google. The task is as easy as cake, ..or pie, whichever is easier to eat.



Nevermind about that. The task is finished already.



I downloaded the Guitar Hero I songs via torrent. I was satisfied, very very satisfied. Soundtracks of my favourite all-time Playstation 2 game came alive on my PC. Love it!.

Well, I achieved a remarkable pinnacle of my life today by, ...not sleeping while working xD. In the past two weeks I couldn't resist my body to sleep. I was too tired. Very very tired. Usually I slept while in the lunch break, a one hour of sleeping glory. The downslide of this glory is, just before we went to lunch, I became very tired because of yesterday's obnoxious sleeping time. I somehow resisted the sleeping galore, concentrating on the Buddy Programme. By 2.00pm my head was screaming "I neeeed a sleep pretty pleease".. the head was beginning to berdesing. I began losing balance on my head. Miraculously I survived till 5.45pm. You can tell the condition of myself just by looking at my eyes.

So I took a mini-sleep between Maghrib and Isyak. Aaah.. Quality Sleeping.

Eventually somebody woke me up via handphone. AGAIN. To be precise, my body loathed an instant killing intent after observing my ringtone. When I looked at the mini screen, it was Afiq. Lol..

So today, began my big big day. The first day I received calls. Thanks to my overflowing confidence, the day passed without a glitch, as of 5.30pm. At 5.45 I received a call from a cocky customer, which demands HER Mastercard card to be checked. One step further, and she could get a free Block Code X on her billing statement. My WHOLE day was ruined because of her cockiness.



Aaaahh.. The Guitar Hero I soundtracks. I'm listening to Frankenstein - Edgar Winters Group now.


Did I mention about my love life recently?. Yes and no.

Sarah called me today. Ringkasnya, I told her, if she wants me by her side, she will have to bear the cost. I'm still single because I wanted to plan my future very, very well. The thing is, I don't have a suitable candidate for that, except for two particular person. I don't want to discuss anything about this. I told Sarah that if we became sweet couple, I promised her to very muchie lovey her. And if one day she broke off with me, I will murder her and her family.

She freaks out. Terus merajuk. "takpela.. sid tak sudi eh? maybe sara ni blabla" and goes on..

I wrote that just because, I have absolutely NO plan to marry that girl. Saje je tulis tu. Saje bagi dia marah. Biasalah. Reverse psychology. The good thing by using reverse psychology is, we can expect the answer/response after that. Instead of following the flow of the conversation, we can exploit them. I learnt all of these by myself, by experience.




I really, really need someone to fill up the blank space in my heart. Its just I don't know how to fill. Sad? Yeah, but its me. My heart keeps deteriorating.

I really, really, REALLY miss Caroline. The question is: did she?. That's why I wanted to evade this nonsense in my life.


Somebody save me please.

Today. 20th November 2007.

I felt extremely stupid in these past days.

First of all. Siti Raihan.

Yet again, I was blessed with her blissful merajukness. Yet she continues to.. In my opinion, I didn't do anything wrong, nor is she. Is there anything wrong for someone expressing their opinion towards?. I believe in this continuously cruel and annihilating world, this thing really gave impact to somebody unlucky.

She just broke off with her boyfriend. That's really good. Relieves me alot. Its a very good move indeed, evading all costs while you can. I can see some personality change in her. Also, what can I observe is, she's in a very unstable condition. It was one of her finest moments in life, and somebody just wrecks it.

Haha.. Teens. Risk have to be made to move forward; gain experiences. Even I had those days too.. (reminds me of Caroline). It was a veryy long period though, and I survived.

Back to the story. I did nothing wrong, neither did she.

I was hoping for the usual cheerio up afterwards. We were actually talked like nothing happens. That's how our usual cases ends.

Maybe I was just kept giving advices on what she couldnt risk.
Maybe I was talking to myself all along.
Maybe she hates me.

or

Maybe I was just a stupid friend to be.

Yeah, a stupid friend to be. A friend who was in a perception of extreme stupidity. Maybe she thinks that all the time. Maybe I was just too stupid to be her friend. Yeah. Maybe that's IT. I'm just too stupid to be her friend right? RIGHT???



Yet anyway, by whatever she thinks of me, she's still my best-BEST friend to be :). I had lots of plans in my mind on the eve of 24th/12.

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The first one DOES sounds as bad as it is, but the second thing causes me more. It involves my credibility, my.. everything.

I did some major mistake that involves EVERYONE on the trip. Not once, but twice. I was actually thinking of suiciding on the way back to KL. I felt the murderous intention to kill myself on behalf of my slackness. On the highway, while I was traveling 130KM/H, I actually was thinking to just smash my bike through the woods to end everything. Yeah, settle everything instantaneously. This was my second time I felt this was since Carolines'

I'm sorry.

Details? Only my wife should know this.


-

Today was my day. The first day of change. I didnt speak much on the training session today. Mr Muru was scared of my face today, I can see through his eyes. I took everything seriously today. Duh!

Usually, when I came through this situation, Raihan was the only person who I could depend. Now, everything just works perfectly as the qada' and qadar planned. Maybe the world just hates me. Who knows?

Life just kept getting more cruel everyday.






haihzzzzzzzzzzz................................


Well anyway, tomorrow, 22th November 2007 is the 4th birthday of the blog!

I woke up at 5.00am today. Voluntary. Amazingness.

Yesterday, I had myself in the Afiq's open house. Afiq's family is full of girls. He's the only boy in his house besides his dad. And there was Rawiah, his younger sis. She's DAMN pretty. The Open house was from 11.30 till 12.00 I think. I shall not talk further about this Open House.

We parted his house at 12.20 something. On our schedule, we planned to visit Konain's house at Bukit Beruntung after Afiq's. He had an open house today afterwards. And miraculously, our sight is delighted with black clouds from north to our position. Cumulonimbus. Ah.. shit. But, no. The plan must go forward.

So, I head home, which is within walking distance. Picked out my untouched raincoat. Bought it to Alan's house. Wore the complete set. Haha. Syahmi wore a Matrix style raincoat, and Afiq wore his Givi raincoat. For me, I wore the raincoat PLUS the pants. For added comfort, I wore the jacket on the 3rd layer. It was HOT. My body is sweating within a few minutes after that.

Picked Imran. He wore his jacket plus the raincoat's pants. He can't use his bike because of last two day's accident. We was on Jalan Loke Yew and I heard a big screeching sound at my back. LOL! Syahmi bersepah. I was puzzled for a few moments. Yeala, he just bought his new bike few weeks ago. Before that, there was a car in front of us, skipping queues. The car braked in a sudden. My bike is like, a few meters from that, so I can brake easily despite the gelabahness of the close parameter of our vehicle when braking. So, the car stops. Me stops. Imran stops (he had his bike belakang me). Then we heard screeching plus a kedegang. I nooped back and saw Syahmi and Konain tergolek2. We was on Jalan Loke Yew, and at that time, the road was congested very heavily. So, I parked my bike and helped those two. I don't know why. Why Syahmi hit Imran's bike in the first place.

"Weh ma'el.. ko tido eh atas moto?"
*laughs*

Ok. Back to the story. We prepared ourself for the rain.

And the journey to Bukit Beruntung began.

KL was not covered with rain. Soon after we reach Jalan Kuching, the drizzle started to overwhelm us. The road was packed with vehicles, the visibility is NOT clear at all, and the road was super slippery. So I had to de-rev my bike to an astonishing 40-60kmph. I'll be the head of the group this time. Just like all the majority of the jorneys, including short and the long distance journeys, it was me that heads them. Why? Because I know roads well. I have read various random books across my lifetime. My hobby was book reading. Blablabla.

So back to the journey.

The rain felt very heavily, and, I was very warm!. Thanks to the raincoat, the only placed I soaked up is my shoe + socks. Other than that, I was dry XD. Syahmi and Afiq was soaked giler. Siapa suruh tak pakai seluar hujan. Imran basah sikit, because he wore a jacket.

We then arrive at Konain's house. Oh, shit!. His house is full of girls @@@@@ So I quickly take up the plate, fill it with random junks, and takes the food at the next house. The house next door is empty. The owner lives in a different house. I head back to take some water. There was a girl when I was trying to fill up my cawan. He was pouring ices in the water container. Cute.

"Sorry air ni manis. Mesti manis orang yang buat air ni kan?"

Shit!. My seducing sense is tingling. Don't know what to do. I didn't reply. I laughed.

"Naper gelak?"

I quickly fill up my water and quickly flee from the scene. Before I left, I said thanks to the girl.

I kept myself in the next door with my friends. Don't know what happened next. We chatted, baring2, etc.

We left his house at 5.30pm I think. This time, we used the Highway instead of the old road we used in the 1st placi.

I slept early last night.
Too tired. Very very tired. That's why I had myself early today.

Hello again.

Hari Raya Aidilfitri was awesome!!!. You know? I spent the rest of the raya week with.. sleeping. Yeah. Sleep.

Don't blame me? Blame the atmosphere. Blame the.. evening rain XD. In the end you'll find yourself blaming nothing.

"How was the preparation?". I spent almost every night in Ramadhan figuring my path to victory within the maps of Day Of Defeat with my friends, a perfect candidate for avoiding problems. At times I played some carbide. Chemical-wise, it is called CaC2. Mixed with water, it will release a devastating miasma of capable eternal ultimate combustion. Here's another interesting story. On the 2nd last week of Ramadhan, I nearly missed blowing my heads apart. I was with Asyraf within the range of the KL Football Stadium, playing carbide. There is a time when we eventually poured extra carbides into the base, and, extra water. Terletak. We sat very near to the tin. At the moment I fired up the lighter, the tin eventually explodes RIGHT in front of us. The tin was like, centimeters apart from our heads at that time. Thank goodness. The extra miasma causes the fire to catch up very easily I think. But that's not all. We continue to play for a few rounds after that beyond thinking of the consequences.

I have a fantastic orange Baju Raya this time. What a relief. I've been hanging around with the purple Baju Raya for some time. The Baju Raya was nice. It suits me perfectly.

1st raya. Lemme think. Woke up, mandi, solat sunat aidilfitri, then lepak2 with my nephews. Pak Long asked me to transfer some songs to his HP via Bluetooth. My other family members was puzzled by the presence of a non-Microsoft OS inside my laptop. We then chatted for some times before my dad started his annual raya bisingness. I told him, its not a good idea to leave at 12.00pm. Panas terik. No sweater. Baju Raya onboard. I HAVE MY OWN VEHICLE. He insist. Okay, fine. I started my bike, zooming through Damansara and Kepong via MRR2, parked my bike and salam my sedara'z. Luckily I found myself in the state of sleepish. I found myself a nice and cosy katil and sets myself on a journey to nowhere.

"Eh apesal syok sangat tido ni?", monologue taken before I woke up. LOL!. It was raining!. Nowonder..

2nd raya?. Woke up. Sleep. Eat. Duit raya. Sleep.

And I didn't remember what happens next.

I spent today in my friend's houses. Biasalah. Beraya.

Oh and I have this serious headache between 2nd raya and yesterday. I havent got my sleep lately. That's why I'm keeping this blog post short. I'm having mild headache now, but it's still troublesome!. And, this thing really interferes with my plan to visit my far far friends. Melaka, Kuala Kangsar, Penang, just to name a few.

My bike will be having its 10,000 miles anniversary later today. The meter now is like, 9,968.

I got a very nice certificate from Microsoft this week. An MSDN Connection Certificate of Participation. And it's framed! :). It's very nice to have a very first framed certificate in your room. Talking about my room, I began upgrading my room, again, starting from 3 days ago. It's 76%-80% now, near finishing.

*headache* Bye.

Look at that. I'm proud to be a Malaysian!.

I had a MASSIVE headache last night before sleep. Serious shit. Glad that sleep works.

Ok. I decided to settle out one of my problems today. 'T was a very brave move I made. Haha.. And thanks to that, I can rest easily in these few days.

mp3 players are like an anesthetic, it numbs all our other senses in doing crucial things. Take a look at my situation: I got an mp3 player from mranz. He gave me because: "mp3 ni rosak-lah. ambik jela mp3 player ni. aku tatau pebenda kejadah kedegang kedebum ni". It's a 128 MB unknown mp3 player. The mp3 was in a horrible state when he gave me. So I felt the mp3 player at my desk.

So yesterday, while I was surfing the internet. I stumbled upon a discussion group about mp3 players. The consequence of reading some articles about player hardware leads me to stare at the mp3 player in front of me. I unpacked my 4 AAA-Tesco-made battery pack and quickly put one in the unlucky player. Hey, it works!. I unplugged my headset from the PC and cucuk it into the player. There are some trance tracks inside. Yeala, siapa tak kenal Imran. Raja shuffle Taman Jaya. Anyway, the song was playing, but..

Lol? Where's the bass?

Ok. betul cakap Imran. There's something wrong with this device. Surf the menus, no clue. No bass control. There is some equalizer settings there. Then, I saw something only IT geeks understands. Firmware. There's TWO buttons mentioning firmware there. Firmware version and Firmware upgrade. Hehe. The Firmware version menu sure gives me some relief. It states the current version of the firmware file installed in the device. There is only two lines in the LCD. I copied the Firmware information stated in the LCD to a paper.

I fire up google shortly after that. Results of the firmware filename leads me to the official website of the device. It's an s1mp3 player. What's more wonderful is, the mp3 firmware project is OPEN SOURCE. Haha.

Ok. I can't find anything in the site that helps me XD.

However, I managed to repair the mp3. How? I remembered last time, when I was experimenting about audio sockets, all of the audio bandwidth must be properly connected. Failure of that results in a distort in the audio quality.

After some audio socket tweaking, the mp3 was back to normal.
I laughed hardly after that.

Back to the story. I picked some of the quality tracks, and put in into the mp3 player. You know, when you were listening to quality tracks, you were like, morphed into the music. If the track were familiar with you, you will sing along loudly. And, if you had a bass earphone, things can be worse. You will not notice anything until the time comes. Seriously.

Imagine that wile riding a bike. Tangan aku dah pulas minyak habis maksimum dah. A stock Kriss 100 motorcycle can make around 150 super maximum. It was 140 tadi. My engine was revving like shit.. macam nak pecah je enjin tu. Tadi, ingatkan hujan sikit je. mp3 nye pasal. Balik2 rumah terus demam. Gila lebat hujan. Cuma aku je tak perasan. Till now.

Oh yea btw, I will have my final exam TOMORROW. Doom awaits me.

I found pics of myself in the past. Haha. Distant memories. I'll upload them to friendster if I'm not typically lazy..

End.

just finished chatting with siti. i don't know what went wrong, but that chat just ended tragically.

told her about my probs. hope for some advices. but all i saw is questions after questions. i told her about the nightmares. the recent strange problems. the etc. and what did i get is this:

"hmm
yela"

that was my most hated endings of all time. she used it for a few times. imagine someone talking to you, expressing that person's problems, hoping for a ray of advice. what did i done wrong? i'm just explaining some problems that i encountered. just wanted to share my problems. what did you get in the end? a frustrated tone.

i closed my YM shortly afterwards.

or maybe i had far enough pressure on my HEAD. takde sorang pon yg tau banyaknye masalah yg aku ade sekarang ni. yes, she had problems too, but individual mental crackdown?.

maybe its best to leave me alone. i guess no one understands me.

p/s: sorry siti. sorry. bestfriends? :)

Stupid things never made me felt more stupid but

Naruto Shipuuden 29-30

Amazingly, this thing made me almost cry XD. The BEST episode in so far :D. The visual jutsu effects of Kakashi's Mangekyou Sharingan, etc etc etc. It's overwhelming. It's more than a normal Naruto Shippuden Special!

The. Best. Naruto. Episode. Ever.

Ok. This is reaaaally problematic. I can't sleep.

Oh well. I haven't post anything for a noticeable period.

Today you ask?

This day is supposed to be the day where I fough with Mr. Aiman and Mr. Shahram about the letter thing. It's a very simple letter, and they're treating the letter like a threat to theirs. A major threat. That's when all hell break loose. The college's atmosphere changed slightly because of this. Yes, slightly, but in an obvious way. I can see the indians gather and discuss, discuss, and discuss till there's a smile in their faces. All these are happening in an alarming rate.

And I don't see a single word of my name broadcasted today. How wierd.

Well. That's their problem. I don't have anything to against of.

Okay. I single-handedly witnessed an accident right in front of my eyes a few hours before. It was 12.00 o'clock at m'nite I think. I was riding my bike with a generous speed and suddenly there's a car in front of me came from nowhere, losing control of the ride and starts swirling to the side. A loud kaboom can be heard. Victim? A motorcycle with two passengers. I was there first after the incident because I was like, just a couple of meters before them. The person who was driving the car was a women. Luckily, all the crash's participant was all chinese. Soon after, they were like, talking to each other in chinese. Linguistic barrier, again. Damn. I stood there miraculously stupid for a moment before continuing my journey. The scene was flooded with people soon after. The motorcyclist who drive the bike suffers some mild injuries, but the passenger was seriously injured, as in his leg. I can see some scratches here and there to both of them but it's not that serious.

I don't care about the injuries, but somehow I remembered how the accident occurs. Frame-by-frame. *shivers*

So, anyway. Talking about my life.

Caroline.

While I'm paralyzed with the lack of mobile technology, she managed to reach me via Zikri. How wierd. Isn't she supposed to be dead by now? At first glance, ignorance was my choice. Then soon after that, she told Zikri that she wanted to meet me. Various reasons attached. Okay, fine. Thursday, 27/9 it will be (tomorrow @@@@@@).

Yesterday, with a little help from my mom's phone and my ability to swtich simcards professionally, I managed to contact her via sms. The conversation just went smoothly before I asked her about her boyfriend, as in, "Hehe.. so, bf sihat?". She didn't replied to my msg for a long time. I had to call her to know what's happening. Do you want to know what she told me when I called her?

"*moans* sorry.. tadi tertido kejap."

That. I repeat, THAT, was an act of literal stupidity. I then sent her a msg regarding my frustration about her, and, somehow, she managed to *wake herself up* and replies to the msg. She told me, she don't have a boyfriend, and she wanted to explain everything when we met.

Okay. I swear to god this is her very last chance to prove anything that she told me before.

End of story. To be continued tomorrow.

'Sid-diq'. Haha. A taboo for everyone.

Afiq started the quick, high pitched Siddiq. 'Sssssssidiq!' Something like that. Now I'm hearing that particular version of my name in everytime we met.

And again. My classmates (is that correct?). There are a group of people I don't really knew about them in my class, and they started to shout my name in random intervals. It's like, we were discussing in my own group and suddenly my name was in range, coming from the back. But when I looked back, they eventually stopped.

These two things kinda pissed me off a bit. But it's fun, for me, to have my name unknownly spread across unknown distances.

Talking about 'Siddiq'. Siti Raihan.

Ok, I discovered her blog already. She finally and volunteerly gave me to look at it recently. I read it several days after. All the things stated in the blog is actually not surprising, as I was given numerous hints about that before.

Hehe. The blog will serve as a special nostalgia for us, in which, I once liked a person who is within the range of my 'someone' I prefer. Who is a very well a very kind-hearted person. A complete package of a perfect, ordinary life sealed within a female body.

And I wish she could think more. Majority of her friends don't really liked her to be with him, including me. I hoped that she will eventually consider her friends' opinions, which know her best than anyone else. You see, the problem is not her. Its his. There's a range of plethoras that we don't know.

I'm not comfortable with her unbased patience. I really, REALLY wish she would came out from her love life just for a moment and see the wider perception, the long-range impact, and most importantly, administrated her friends opinions. Sit in our shoes, what do we think about you. Just a little out-of-the-box judgment could deliver you to somewhere.

(COME OUT FROM THE BOX AND SEE FOR YOURSELF!!!!!111!11111)

But if that's her choice, then I don't have a choice other than to believe in her.

Oooops. Did I just wrote her name? =X.







And then came the Subuh's prayer call.

dah. i've had it enough.

arini nye kes pon dah mcm ape tah. pagi tadi laptop asyik padam je tengah² buat kerja. tengah² buat proposal, bateri pulak out. padahal dah cucuk power adapter dah. xpe la, benda ni pon selalu kena, cuma unpredictable la. cucuk balik power, release tension dgn bukak naruto. haha.. dahla bukak speaker kuat. 1/2 daripada bebudak yg dok kat library tu join sekaki. habis je 1 episode, jenjalan kat kolej jap.

kat kelas SAD pagi tadi ada bebudak technical english. dok tengok2 aku mcm ape tah. pkl 11 diorang nye final, pkl 11.45 diorang dah keluar. pelik gila. mr shahram bagi soalan senang sgt ke?.

habis je diorang nye final, diorang kena settlekan loan PTPTN. kena isi borang online ape tah. haa.. nasib baik aku x ambek PTPTN/MARA. dahtu, jumpa lak si sarah. mula la gedik dia. "siddiq.. jom ar makan kat bawah.." sambil pegang2 siku. ape dia ingat aku ni anak patung? i've had it enough with girls. reply: pandang dia sampaila dia pandang tempat lain, pastu sesenyap gi turun makan. pe-sai-ko-lo-gi

kat lif lak, perasan yg dia nak turun g makan gak. ah sudah. ingat nak makan belakang maybank, tapi teringat exam pkl 2, padahal masa tu dah pkl 12.45. so terpaksa makan kat tingkat 9. lepas ambek lauk, tengok2 dia dah duduk kat meja. hadiuh.. terpaksa duduk sana makan pelan2. nasib baik man dgn L ada. bole concentrate makan.

habis je makan, terus duduk kat pc receptionist. wani tgh baca nota SAD masa tu, so join ar sekaki. tengah2 tengok nota interview, "weih.. masuk masuk..". ah sudah. dah nak start ke? tengok2 jam, oh aah. dah pkl 2.15. masuk library, tengok2 bebudak java tgh guna laptop. takpe la kan, bagi jela diorang guna. lepas ambek pencil box dgn sweater, terus masuk exam hall.

Dalam exam hall tu, ingatkan mr aiman ada, tapi boleh lak dia takde. mr alex pepuler yg ada. duduk je kat corner sebelah kanan, dlm 1 minit tu dah penuh sebelah kiri depan belakang. pandang2 semacam kat aku. nak mintak jawapan masa exam la tu. jangan harap.

so, exam start. soalan no 1 senang. tatau naper diorang mengeluh bila tgk soalan tu. yela, mana tak nyer. soalan 1 dah keluar soalan WFD. bagi situation 1/4 mukasurat lak tu. mana tak diorang pening. bila dah baca 2-3 kali pelan2, baru leh lakar sikit2 benda tu. tu pon tak confirm betul ke tak. rasanya betul. soalan 2,3,4,5 boleh laa.. jawapan yg bagi confirm betul nyer ar. cuma terdetail lak kat krtas jawapan. soalan no 6, "alamak.. 6 interview planning stage?" zz.. skip!. soalan no 7 confirm betul nyer ar. ah sudah, belek2 ingat kertas dah nak habis, rupanya ada 1 lgi bahagian. BAHAGIAN B!. masa tinggal 45 minit. ingatkan senang, punyalah susah. bayangkan, dah elok2 pilih soalan 1, boleh tukar soalan 2 sebab susah sgt. WFD dia pon makan masa 30 minit. pergh. tengok masa tinggal 15 minit. cecepat buat DFD. fuh, siap pon DFD under 10 mins. 5 mins? haaaa? cecepat buat structured english. senang je structured english, sebab aku ada advantage berbanding dgn org lain. tengah2 buat structured english, "okay, you may put your pen on the table. leave the hall slowly and calmly as you can". aaahhhhh... zzzzzzz... tengok balik kertas, baru buat 1/2 structured english. pandang2 kat sekeliling, tengok diorang semua dah mengeluh gila. mana taknyer, soalan banyak, susah, bagi masa sikit sgt. semua subjektif lak tu. tengah2 hurry nak siapkan structued english, tersentak. soalan no 6!. zzzz... cecepat selak soalan no 6, bagi 3 points yg dpt difikirkn masa tu, selak balik kat structured english. dah siap, tulis nama kat kertas tambahan tu. terus bagi kat mr alex.

kesimpulan: decision table x wat. haduih. x confident langsung dgn exam kali ni. lets see the final semester grade nanti.

keluar2 exam hall, tengok diorang dah mula berkumpul kat depan. tengok mula diorang pon dah tau yg diorang pon as stress as i am. tengok2 dlm library, mereng, man dgn L tgh belek2 PC aku. aik? mana sarah? diorang kan lepak dgn sarah tadi? kemas2 barang cecepat, masukkan laptop dlm nbeg, terus gerak. sebelum tu confirm kat am psl futsal nanti. haha.. aku panggil nama am panjang, 'ammallazi kuntum-bihi tukazzibuun'. aku sebut dari jauh pon dia boleh pandang2 cari mana aku.

kat bawah lak terjumpa lak dgn safwan. geng lama. wah.. dah kaler rambut keji ni. mcmana laa nak jadi suami yg soleh ni. lama giler x jumpa dia, dekat 2 tahun. biasalah, dia pon bz. ketua pengawas smkbtr la katakan. safwan ni sebenarnya ex-classmate sekolah rendah aku. dah habis borak2 dgn dia, terus belah.

adeii.. belum sampai traffic light monorail kereta2 dah wat hal. hon sana sini. maklumlah, ada lori yg selamba halang green light. diorang lak tengah bz nak balik kerja. apa lagi, join la sekaki. hon2 tak bertempat sambil gelak2 dgn mereng. sambil2 gelak boleh lak teringat psl exam tadi. terus terhenti gelak. lampu hijau je apa lagi, masuk gear terus pulas habis. gila, tadi memang hampir2 gila nak langgar kereta accord. nasib baik bila nampak je kereta tu berhenti terus lepas gear. zzz... mereng kat belakang dah "relex siddiq.. relex". adeii.. aku pon fikir balik apa yg aku buat. kat tetengah jalan pon bole emosi terganggu. bawak laa pelan2 lepas tu. xkesah la jam.

sampai je rumah, terus bukak pc. gmail ada 12 email. 11 dari friendster, 1 dari myspace. friendster tu kebanyakannye new comments. malas ar nak reply comment2 tu. myspace lak ada org nak add kat friend. lagilaa malas. bukak stokin, basuh muka. bukak kipas, tido. penat sesgt.

sarah boleh lak sms tetengah tido. zzzzz.. letak balik henset kat tepi pc, tido balik. sarah ni, yg buat aku suka dia, cara dia sebut nama aku. 'siddiq'. bkn mcm org2 lain, yg panggil sid, sidek, etc. kat dunia ni, hanya ada beberapa org je yg panggil aku perfectly 'sid-diq'. Sarah, Siti Raihan, etc. i liked all of them.

berckp psl siti, semalam antar msg kat dia, x reply. antar lagi sekali semalam. x reply. antar msg lagi sekali pagi tadi, terus offline. mana taknyer, tengah2 aku tension, perlukan seseorang nak berborak, release tension, dia lak xder.

bangun tido, solat asar, aik? bilik pon lupa nak sambung kemas. aritu tetengah kemas boleh lak ondaway ada kerja lain. zz..

caroline suzanne. masa tido ada keeluar dia. lepas tido aku terus sms dia. "hey carol. are u free this week? can we meet?". padahal sebelum tu nak hantar msg nak tanya psl status sekarang, takut dia kecik ati. bila terfikir balik ape perasaaan dia bila dpt msg panjang lebar ni, terus padam semua, tulis line tu je. padahal dah lama gila x keluar dgn dia, dekat 2-3 bulan dah. dia pon reply 10 minit lepas tu, "i am juz arrived blabla".. entahla, lately dia reply semua sms in english. english dia kalau ok takper la. ingatkan ada la peningkatan sikit, rupanya still penuh dgn manglish. tapi ok la, english adaptation in the early phase of life. dia ckp ari khamis free, boleh, dia pon ada benda nak cakap kat aku. hee~ sukanyer. bayangkanlah. a simple sms mcm tu dah boleh gembirakan aku walaupun sms tu membimbangkan.

tu baru arini. minggu lepas/bulan ni malas nak conclude.

oh aah. mr aiman bagi aku assignment yg.. memang susah ar. kena wat proposal utk networking kat lab guna open source + vista. ntah camne la nak integrate dua2 tu. benda ni belajar tahun depan, dia bagi sekarang. mengigau cari kat sourceforge project mana yg sesuai semalam. dahla dia suruh guna knoppix. ntah apela yg best sgt dgn knoppix tu.

esok ingat nak singgah sekolah dari pagi sampaila petang. nak tido kat bilik B kat bilik UBK. memang dah planned pon sebenarnya.

eh.. rambut aku dah panjang? dah mcm mel gibson je, sikat kebelakang xhabis2. org yg last yg berjaya buat aku potong rambur is, caroline. ingat lagi, it was 2 years past. dia ckp, "rambut sid dah panjang arr.. potong la kasi kemas sikit". aku pon ape lagi, esok gak aku potong. lepas tu aku potong dgn rela hati/ikut peraturan pengawas. lepas dari form 5, sampai sekarang xpenah2 potong rambut lagi.

p/s: lega sikit bila baca sms carol balik tadi sbb nak catit dlm blog. rasa mcm hepi je. :D

Hello hello hello..

Hehe.. I went to Low Yat last night. My father before was like, "I NEED A HEADPHONE VERY BADLY@@@". He edits some of the videos in the laptop, so the noise generated by the laptop's speaker was very loud. Very unsuitable for the family itself. We originally bought three headsets. Rosak, hilang, current (in chronologically order). I used the 1st one habis²an till the wire split already. The second headphone was lost ins translation. The third one, the current one is still alive, and I'm using it right now in my PC, replacing the kaboom speaker in the night mode. My speaker rosak adi after the holy experiment we've done in the school.

Okay. Back to business. He gave me RM300 to buy a headphone and the notebook's power cable. I went to Low Yat Plaza shortly after Quran recital, with Afiq. He'll be using my bike this time. Scaredy cat. Mentang² motor baru, taknak bawak keluar konon. Arrived, parked near the no parking zone and went straight to LowYat. The 1st shop I gave a visit was the notebook shop in the ground floor. When I asked for the notebook power cable, he quickly reply "Naik 2 tingkat lagi". I was thinking.. "What the hell ? That's the 1st floor laaaa... Jual henpon jela. Mana ade cable". I blurred myself in disbelieve. The guy was like.. staring at the blurness of me. Then I asked the guy in English "Is that the 2nd floor ?". Then he nods. Nods means agreement. Agreement means conclusion. I thanked the guy and parted the shop.

2nd floor we arrive. The 1st shop we encounter was the famous Sri Computers. I head to the nearest shop helper and asked for the cable. And then I spot something strange. After a while I learned that the assistance was Afiq's friend. I asked for the cable, and he pointed me to the multitype notebook charger. RM70. Cheap, but no thanks. I went straight for the headphone section. After a few quirks, I picked the newest Philips headphone. Its not so new la, but its worth the money. It got a bass system inside, and got holes at the back of the speaker for the bass air intake. The headphone's design itself was good. The individual speaker can be rotated several degrees for comfortableness. RM99 it was. I happily bought it. Shakes hand with Afiq's friend and leave the shop.

We freelance on the floor after that, searching for any idea of a shop that sells a notebook power cable. We spotted a HP shop not too far from us, and quickly ask the technician for the cable. He said "Oh.. sorry. tak jual. Cuba adik pergi ke kedai sana" while pointing to a direction far far away. I was like.. "What the!.. Jauh giler.." Anyway we have to continue our journey. As soon we leave the store, I notice that there's a shop that sells... notebook cables. Yeah! Notebook cables. And its just next to the shop.

There were three guys on the shop, two on the left and one on the right. Two Bangladeshis and a Malay. I asked for the cable to the Malay guy and he happily replied yes. Price? RM130. "Kurang lagi boleh tak bang?", then he said "err... RM120?". RM120? That's.. a normal price. Nevermind lah. I answered "Cayalah! RM120". The bangladeshi guy was in blurness. I presented them with the HP original notebook charger. I asked the Malay guy whether the charger was original or not. He replied "Tak original. Tapi kalau rosak bole datang tukaQ". Hmm.. tak original. Nevermind la. Its not like I'm going to use that laptop for 10 hours per day. I replied "Wah.. Kachak!". Shortly after that, the bangladeshi guy turned his back and asked the Malay guy what was the word 'kachak' with a very blur look. I laughed my ass off inside of me. Afiq was laughing like hell from far. After the brief explaination from the Malay guy, I tested the charger. It was fine. Then I asked the guy wether this charger can cucuk in my laptop onot. I diaplayed to them my prevoius charger and they took it and test. Compatible, I was very assured. "Oklah camni.. Gempak lah. Takyah plastik ye.. Saya letak dalam beg". Then the bangladeshi stood for a moment. After that he asked the Malay guy what was 'gempak'. Haha.. That's the part I laugh abit.

We went to our homes shortly after the transaction ended.

Eh no, we went straight to Al-Amal for some break. I was hungry as ever. Ngaaa...

Khairul Zikri Kamarulzaman: sid
Khairul Zikri Kamarulzaman: esok kul 2 deting kat kl sentral
SysStream: aaa
Khairul Zikri Kamarulzaman: nak?
SysStream: aa?
SysStream: detink ?
SysStream: kena ada pompuan
Khairul Zikri Kamarulzaman: kevin ada kat sana
Khairul Zikri Kamarulzaman: aku pun ada
Khairul Zikri Kamarulzaman: nak tak
SysStream: aaa
SysStream: aku baru habis duit tadi
SysStream: tgk dulu la ye shayam ?
Khairul Zikri Kamarulzaman: lepas tu leh singgah usj pastu ko leh dpt testi ko
SysStream: aaaaa
SysStream: boleh tu boleh
SysStream: kena tengok timing la
SysStream: aku nak ke shah alam sebelum tu
Khairul Zikri Kamarulzaman: tau la ngong
Khairul Zikri Kamarulzaman: nak gi ngan haiza
SysStream: tatau balik pkl brp
SysStream: kalau sebelum tu aku call korang

Bukak-bukak PC je dah ade message Zikri. zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.....

Anyway, I got some free times right now. So why shouldn't I blog?

Camera? What camera? Hehe.. This time, the camera was sponsored by Zikri. His Olympus 7.1 Megapixels camera was superb. Not to mention the HUGE LCD screen. FI'm really pleased with the movie quality. So sharp that even the fps was so high, it eats 25 minutes per one GB. Yes. ONE GIGABYTE for 25 MINUTES of movie.

Fascinated?

So lets move on to the motorcycle. I had so much fun with his camera that I managed to take most of the pictures during tonight's trip. Snapped some of my motorcycle pictures through.

Here it is:


Anyway, my computer's getting weirder. I can't play DoTA!!!!. When I click anything on the main menu, the screen just hang itself. Suspect? Hardware problems. There's some weird error noise beaming out from the motherboard shortly after that. I think this is one of my sister's stupid dynamic action (jealousness) of me.

But nevermind though.

Life just keeps going on without hesitation. Right Einsteins?

*nods*

I haven't blog for a very long period. Why? Busy.

Well, my life didn't commence perfectly enough this these few periods.

First stop: Torncity. I've played this online RPG game for a very long time. I started playing this game 2 years ago, started this game with a torncity id of 214392. Shortly after that, I was morphed into the game. I spent some of my times training and emptying the nerve bar. In a year, my id has grown a bit, receiving and transmitting threats to all other torncity players. I've gang'd up with the Malaysian Torncity players, thus, becoming one of the largest torncity player network in the game. The Malaysian faction was so disastrous, they made it into the Hall of Fame.

Dipendekkan cerita, my ID was sentenced to a death penalty by the admins. The reason they state was so unclear. I didn't CHEAT. At. All!. Since from the period, I kept a unanimously HUGE revenge on the admins, sealed deep inside me, just like the Kyuubi in the Naruto series, but without tremendous amounts of chakra. This was one of the most heartbreaking moments in my life. How I dedicated a part of my life in this game, dealing serious business to them, vanished in just a blink of an eye.

But nevermind. What comes around goes around. I started playing the game again, from the beginning.

Oh yea. I got saman-ed. Twice. Ngehehe... One for not displaying the L logo in the front and the back of the motorcycle. And another? Parking in a non parking zone. At first, I was protesting, heavily. Just like all the other motorcycle owners in the vicinity. I didn't konw that the place was a non parking zone though. I've seen motorcycles parked in the zone EVERYDAY and amazingly, it was full most time. But in a second thought, oh well. Nevermind larl. It was just a saman. My fault at the 1st place, although I didn't know that that's a non-parking zone.

Motorcycle? What? I'm now a proud owner of a Modenas Kriss 100. Not much I can describe about this new vehicle, but I'm happy of it. Unscalable freedom at last. But, Hey! No. I'm not a rempit. Pleeeease lah everybody.

What you say? Caroline? Last time we went out for a date was last month. That was a very very memorable moment. I loved her aLOT. But since I've lost my PDA, I havent seen her for a very, very long time. We did communicatie for some time, but.. entahla.. After she decides to work, she'z like.... didn't care if I'm alive or not. not calling me at all, manipulate every happy moods I tried to spice up in every phone calls.. blabla.. I have absolutely no idea of whats going on. And oh yea...

Selisih faham with Siti Raihan. Damn I wish this moment doesn't exists at all. She was a friend who supported me ALOT. Recently we fought about a thing that is a not so serious matter (for me). But amazingly we end this debate with a no occasionally-win-win-situation. I have absolutely no initiative of backstabbing you.. And she keeps ignoring me till now. Great.

And you know.. These two things leads the great depressions in myself, followed closely by other unstated problems. I got some minor problems besides of that, but not too important. they're just frustrating and annoying. Very VERY frustrated. This is the perfect word now for me. There's not a single friend who can guide me through now.

What happens next? I DON'T CARE. If both of them leave me, I don't care. Biotech? I have absolutely no expectations from that. In fact, I don't have a future at all. My IT skills are degrading. My parents keeps pushing, and pushing me. The examination keeps getting nearer and nearer.





I don't know what's gonna happen next.

Well hello there second week of 2007. For me? I'm stuck in a forest full of lush ideas on how to torture me indirectly by my parents. Well, me and Zik already planned on a vacation to the school, Lorac's house and Cikgu Hana's house. Its the responsibility of me picking up my ol' PMR Certficate. Do you say PMR? Yeah, minus memories aside. Zik called the homes of the two victims on the next day. The first victims sends out a negative pulse while the second victim pings back. Well, the first victim was like, very indeed didn't want me to go to her house. Hey, no problem. It's your problem now. Direct all your malice toward me then.

Everything seems nice on the day. I woke up at 9.30am, and Zik appeared 10 minutes later. Bathed and prepared, I am quickly. We proceed our journey at 10.00am not so sharp. The first thing I noticed about the school is, where the heck is the pakcik "gay" guard? Well, anywhere you go, I don't care, as long as you rot in hell. The new pakcik guard asks us to sign a.... Visitor's Form? Hey! in five years, I didn't ever been told by a pakcik guard to sing this thing. The past pakcik guards knew me very well, as I'm a prefect, and I'm tasked to defend the school gate at any costs once in four weeks. Yeah, Zikri took the paper and fled to the canteen horizon.

Hey, that's wierd. I took a look at the PDA's watch and noticed that, the time's 10.30am. That's the time when all hell breaks lose, as in proper english, Form 3 to Form 5 rehat time. My perspective was all filled with white spots of students plus some blue-ish spots caused by the prefects. I walked to the school's office immediately. When I'm in the office, all teacher stared at us. What? Did I done anything wrong?. Then Zikri asked Pn. Hanim for the certificate. The kerani asked us for our angka giliran. Angka Giliran?. That's three years ago! Lucky the kerani gave us the list of students who participated in the event and their angka gilirans also. Zikri's number was 44, guess mine's way lower than that. Eventually, my number was same with his, with an added 100 figure, equals to WP019K144.

Took the sijil, we fled to the computer lab and started chatting with Pendek Ajaib (we called her Pendek Ajaib on purpose). We discussed about the school's website, and also, Pn. Hajah Fatimah's graduation day, eh, wasn't it retirement day? Anyway, she asked us, if Mr X can't do it, can we? Zikri immediately demonstrated a laugh that I've seen it once a month. lol. She gave us a notebook with a mini pen. Actually it's a mini notebook with a mini pen, but who cares. On the way back to the canteen, I met some of choir girls. Lookin' good eh?. Well, lots of peoples stared at me unanimously with minds full of questions like, "What the hell he's doing here?". At the pejabat, I met the-girl. We chatted like everyday and ends in three minutes.

At the canteen, I saw the juniors duying. Snapped some pics of them indeed. We met Mr Ganesan after that. Gosh, he looks soo Ganesan-ish xD. We chatted with our most greatest Physics teacher in the world, and then came koko krunch.. or I suppose, Cikgu Mazni. Hey, that bloat in her stomach's still there! I wonder when she will give birth to the lucky baby. Our hunger start to terrorize us which leads to an end of our conversation with our beloved teacher. Nasi Lemak! mmmmmmmmmmm.... Hey, it's the old, same guy who sells water!. I guess anything didn't changed on the canteen, except for the new oh-I-forgot-what-he-sells pakcik that sells near the abolished Char Kuey Teow section. Wait a minute, where's the Char Kuey Teow pakcik?.

Anyway, I slowly walked to the astaka to lepak with the little juniors (there's a difference between little juniors and juniors, as they were born noober than the juniors). "Hey abang siddiq, buat apa sekarang?" "Menganggur..." "xD" "Apa xD xD?" *laugh*. I lepaked till 12.30 while Zikri scatters around for known targets for his new swearing technique. 12.30, we rush to Jaya Jusco and we split. Zikri's going to KFC and I'm going to McDonalds to meet my friend. Gosh, she looks sooo selekeh. What a waste of time. Zikri seems to be somewhere else after that, as he's not at the point where we agreed so. I spanned across for Shakeys, and called Helme out, asking for Zikri's whereabouts. Hey, Joe's tagging along!. I gave Helme a Fillet-O-Fish burger (which I bought from McDonalds, and refused to eat the burger because of the horrible sight I found in McD) while Joe spared his lunch with the Happy Meal I bought for him. The toy looks soooo interesting!. It was a sensor-detecting toy, and when triggered, it spits some noisy sounds to the atmosphere. I gave Joe the toy, and suggests that the toy should be used to track his manager's moves. xD

And then Zikri came.

Yay, time's over. I halau-ed Joe to his pizza habitat. We saw Kee Pok on our retreatment. We commence our jorney to the teacher's house, pit-stopped at my house first for the MyKad retrieving paper. We actually lost our way through Jalan Makmur, which is located on the upper Bandar Tun Razak. After a brief walk, we arrived. Yay! My IT Teacher! At las. She sure looks..... flabbergasted? Her baby's name is Amni. Yeah, Amni. Administrated some weird moves to the baby after that, resulting in a mass cry of a plaintiff. We lepaked till 6.00 oclock, and head home afterwards.

The next day? I didn't remember. Saturday saw Suraya carving in in the early morning. Saturday and Sunday, I didn't continue the paint job because the car blocked the perspective. Went to LowYat to buy some things on Sunday.

Here's my painting progress so far



I'm supposed to continue my job tomorrow. Till then.

p/s: Welcome home, SysStream::blog ver. 1.1 final

It was ablazt!. The grand opening ceremony of Visit Malaysia 2007 was one of the best event I've ever went.

Actually, I didn't plan of going there at all. It is all a last-minute plan change that leads me to this event. We chatted on the neverending channel, #ekawan. It was me and manz_sgbzzz there. Actually we planned on going the #happening first ever gathering but manz failed to go because he is told to assist in the Visit Malaysia ceremony last minute. ".....Melawat...Malaysia?". Oh yea, I remember, the event which is advertised on roads in KL. You know, those mini banner that sprawls on every pole of anti-darkness. At first, I really really really didn't wanna go there. "Giler bazir masa. Baik dok bilik tido lagi bagus". I changed my mind an hour later. I was told that master Pretorians was also going. Great!. The chance of my lifetime. I wanna ratah² his tulang² if I met him there.

I quickly get myself on the bus, not to Titiwangsa, but to Selayang, my kampung. My t-shirt's there, and I have no t-shirt at all (actually, yeah, but not suitable for this occasion) at home. Touchdown at 7.00pm, and quickly makan and solat. Zoomed to the bus station as soon as I can, and rode a 2T3 Rapid KL bus from Warta Lama to Titiwangsa. Yay, another Rapid KL bus. To combat the super kesejukan in the bus, I switched my Windows Media Player in my PDA and bounced around with some songs. 15 minutes later I reached the Titiwangsa LRT station. I don't know what to do after departing the bus, as the Titiwangsa Lake which was like, very far from the station. To walk or to take a bus... Eventually I chose to walk :-P.

So I walked rapidly to the lake. Woah, giler jauhnyer. The traffic's crazy on the bulatan. There were honks and anger on every driver's face. Ignored them, concentrate on my trip, and, yeah! I reached the lake!. Now comes the important mission, to search for any signs of manz. He said he'll be near the ferris wheel, so I went to the wheel. The peoples there was so packed I reached the ferris wheel, which was only a few meters away, in more than 5 minutes. No signs of him. Then I reach the nearest policeman and asked for any signs of the nearest public phone. Woah! Jauh giler!. I walked to the public phone and found it. I was like, yay! public phone!. As soon as I reached the phone's gagang, the text on the LED says "Rosak, Maaf, tidak boleh digunakan". Hey, that's wierd.. I checked again and, "zzzzzzzzz... vendalism rupanyer".

At last, after 1 hour of scouting the area, I found him!.. He's talking to... a girl? Yeah, its his girlfriend! After smacking him, we chatted around, which lasts for 5 minutes before he is called to masuk baris.He told me to jaga his girlfriend for awhile. Yeah, sure, why not. We chatted for half-an-hour and suddenly, I heard... fireworks! Yeah! Fireworks!. There was three stages of fireworks. One for the opening, which lasts for 10 minutes, one for the ferris wheel, which lasts for around 10 minutes and another one is for the ceremony itself, lasts around 20 minutes someting. The fireworks was friggin' cool!. Giler puas hati aku arini.

W00t. I could record the fireworks for only 11 minutes before my PDA died because of the battery. I used the power before to listen to mp3s on the road. After that we makan at the foodcourt, since the gerais are finshed already. mmmm nasi berlauk. We chatted and began freelancing on the lake, scouting for interesting things. manz went back to National Defence University earlier than us, because the bus were early. I have to go back with his girlfriend, because her home was like, jiran to our town. I reached home at 2.00am and successfully switched on my PC at 2.22am.

@@@ I'm very dizzy right now. Sleep, I must. Till then.