Well, you should know.
Anyway.
Yesterday, one of my friend passed away. Sigh, he was a great man to be. Al-Fatihah to Salman Nasaruddin. He was there when I was down a few times. I do owe him hutang budi a few times. He's a victim of a langgar lari near his house. Still, very young, 24 he is.
I'll miss you so much my... dear friend.
All the AIC crew members has acknowledged him as the best photographer yet to be. Even Anwar Ibrahim made an official newsletter about the lost of him.
Sorry, I wasn't there when the time comes.
But anyway, hello there Hostel life. Anyway its not perfectly a hostel, its just an apartment. Imagine, an apartment that is shared by 8 peoples in one roof. Lucky that I had a room that is shared by two people only. Others unlucky will have 4 peoples in one room.
Yeah, I moved my PC there. Still, no wireless signal can be detected. Yes, there was a few times when a wireless signal came across my desktop, but its password protected, or as in geeks'-term, WEP protected. Netstumbler detects that. "What? Waaait a second..." I fire up the aircrack facility, but unfortunately, after a detailed hardware lookup, I'm using a Ralink rt61, not an Atheros chipset. D-Link has a nasty habit of having a model name with different chipsets in there. My DWL-G510 wireless PCI card is Revision C, which is occupied by a Ralink chipset. I was expecting an atheros chipset, the Revision B.
Oh well, my cracking days are over.
Yeah, my roommate fire up his Switch and there you go, DoTA time!. The last map I played is .47 I think. The map now is .62, which I was like, what character is this?. Why the hell Boots of Speed needs another boot to be combined?.
Thanks to the hostel, I managed to eliminate some problems, which is really good, really realy good for me. And I managed to begin continuing hafal Al-Quran. Totally no distraction there. No internet. No assholes to bug me from. And the bad thing is: I have a bad roommate. Now I know why no one's dare to sit with him in a room before. He's damn pemalas and pengotor. His clothes will be flying abroad when hes tired (and eventually, lazy). He has no initiative to clean up the room... and so on. But anyway, I shove up my bad habit of being lazy and managed to clean up the room everyday. Everyone was delighted when I moved in to his room.
And, last saturday I went to Melaka to see my bestfriend and yet to be still the best best friend to be yet to be to. MMU Melaka has organized an anime event, and I'm abit interested about it.
Yeah, I packed my things on Friday night. I was 100% 3 hours later due to a DoTA match. While I was using the stairs instead of the lift (its my favourite to have the stairs instead of the lift, thanks to CJL for teaching me this long time ago while I was travelling to his house), I heard a sound of woman's screaming loudly from upstairs. She was histerically screaming loudly for 1-2 minutes before she ran out of breath. Kinda freak me out you see, it was on 3am. So, I was, ah, nevermind. Just relax and focus to what am I doing. Okay, I walked to my motorcycle and tada! My motorcycle can't be started. I used the electric starter but fails. I use the manual starter. It ran, but for a few second, it stops. I tried that a dozen of times, and consider panaskan the engine. No, fails. I was thinking... I don't know. I do believe in ghosts, but OMG, not me. I retreated to my room after some tireless inspection and restarting the bike. Luckily guys tend to sleep very late, so I called up one of my friend to check it up for me. And WTF-ly, he made it in just one shot of manual starting. I was like, what the hell was wrong here?.
Yeah, thanks. So My journey began. When I was arriving Bangi, a light shower hits me. Okay, that's fine. I stopped and but up my hazardous suit. For 10 minutes my journey was fine until I met a really heavy rain. Ah, I'm lost. I was forced to retreat to Nilai R&R. I was soaked like hell. Imagine staying at Nilai R&R for a couple of hours doing nothing, and I have nothing to cover up my body except for the soaked clothes. I was freeeezing like hell.
11.00am marks the opportunity to unravel the journey ahead. The rain stops at 10.45am. Okay, that's fine with me. I was riding my bike until in the middle of the highway I saw......... NO PETROL. WHAT THE HELL I WAS THINKING. Dahla I missed the Seremban R&R for no reason. Luckily I remembered that there's a Shell station near to the Senawang intersection.
Getting myself ready there, reinspecting the bike again and again, reconfirming my status, and there I go again.
And this time, I managed to arrive in MMU Melaka after some wrong turning. I parked my bike just ourside of MMU's compound. And yes, she asked me to walk all the way to the exam hall. I don't know which way was shorter so I took the main road from the guard house to the exam hall. Arriving there, I sent her an sms. And yeah, she asked me to go inside. I was expecting of her jemput-ing me.
5 minutes later I saw a face that I missed so much, Akak Raihan.
We chatted, ran here and there, chat chat, here there here. Oh yea, I saw Syira earlier than I saw Siti. I was thinking of meeting her first, but there's a probability of Siti murdering me afterwards for being late.
This is my third journey to Melaka to meet her. This time, I felt something different. This time, I felt how manisnya a friendship would be. You know, meeting someone who we really liked and adore before, and finally having her as one of my friends who really understands for who I am, not what I am. I missed her alot. Because of her, I realized some of my hidden potential, some of my overlooked irresponsibility, etc. Aah, having her as a bestfriend so far is the best moment in my life. My first journey was in Pantai Puteri, there I met her mom, which terrifies me in every aspect of my manhood. Second was last year, I managed to send her a birthday gift by my hand. And yet, I met her mom. But this time, no mama, no evil eye, no freaking me out.
Thanks to her, I missed meeting my dad, which was on the way home from Johor memancing. I was thinking having my bags there, or some financial support, or pinjaming him the camera and considering myself there on the second day of the event. Yeah. Oh yeah. I waited for an hour in front of the library. Surprisingly, Syira didn't recognize me by walking past by me. I was like killing her.
"Er.. Dh nk blk? Sorry sbb 'pengsan' td.". I smiled when I saw this message. There there, I told her to meet me in front of the library. Ah, I've predicted this earlier. By Plan B default, I asked her to tag me along to makan². She apologizes for being late. It's okay with me. I don't know why she freaks out.
Yeah. Thanks for being my bestfriend.
I talked to my roommates and we planned to install ourself an internet connection by next month.
:)
"Cute, cantik dan lawa tu subjektif. Memangla semua suka yang camtu tapi bila kita tengok balik, mankind was not designed untuk but semua pilih yang paling perfect untuk dia."
Thanks Farah. I wanted to cleave her head off badly for having such simple word that can touch my heart so deeply. From the moment onwards, I believe in true love, not a retarded prince charming.
Farewell blog. And oh yea. 5th year of the blog means a redesign!. There you go dear bloggie.
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