If you notice, this year's Merdeka mood is unusual?. All citizens were like, 'aik? Ada merdeka ke?'
There's not a single car I've seen for this year that have a Jalur Gemilang installed. What the hell is wrong with you people?. If you ask a random people in Malaysia, in the next 10 days what is the single largest event will be held? They will surely say 'Permatang Pauh'. If you ask them again about merdeka, they will like, 'Oooohh.. Merdeka. Now I remember..'
I know. Everyone was so stressed up with all these harga minyak naik, inflation, electricity tariff going high and so on. 15 cents of decrease stands nothing laaa my dear Prime Minister. Our foods price will not go down, don't worry.
You know, Singapore has lowered their oil price 4 times since our GE 8 and we are still struggling with cronyism and corruption within our government.
Maybe this year I'll celebrate Merdeka, but I'll be celebrating it with the spirit never like before.
countdown to merderka, permatang pauh and my birthday
Saturday, August 23, 2008
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craaaazy proton
Friday, August 22, 2008
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3:40 pm
i decided not to sambung my last post. pretty busy around here.
and behold, our PROTON's new MPV. Looks damn amazing isn't it?
While doing nothing, I remembered this one girl. First time I knew about her is 1st of April 2008, April Fool. She called me for a couple of minutes. In the beginning, I seem to actually like her. We exchanged msges, we called on every night for a couple of weeks, until something changed me. I had an incident where my hatred towards them unfolds more and more. How unlucky, she got into my way.
She had two number. One is her maxis and another one is celcom. At first I told her that I don't wanna be with anyone. She agreed. Yeah, that settles the case (for me). But for her, I don't know.
Two months ago, June 2008, for the whole month, I didn't reply even one messages from her. I didn't pick even one call from her. Imagine she would call me for 50 times in a day tak kira la siang ke malam and I just sat there staring at my phone for the whole month. Imagine her messages came to my phone and it just sat there idly at my 'New events'.
Once, I picked her call. She cried and asked me why didn't I pick the call. I'm totally speechless at that time. We chatted like everyday and when I tried to end the call, she refuses. She would sit there all the day waiting for me to end the call first.
Her calls and msges counts are reduced starting from last month.
I feel terrible for her. This is the first time I purposely don't want somebody while the other side is deliberately trying her best.
(while typing this post, I was listening to My Heart)
and behold, our PROTON's new MPV. Looks damn amazing isn't it?
While doing nothing, I remembered this one girl. First time I knew about her is 1st of April 2008, April Fool. She called me for a couple of minutes. In the beginning, I seem to actually like her. We exchanged msges, we called on every night for a couple of weeks, until something changed me. I had an incident where my hatred towards them unfolds more and more. How unlucky, she got into my way.
She had two number. One is her maxis and another one is celcom. At first I told her that I don't wanna be with anyone. She agreed. Yeah, that settles the case (for me). But for her, I don't know.
Two months ago, June 2008, for the whole month, I didn't reply even one messages from her. I didn't pick even one call from her. Imagine she would call me for 50 times in a day tak kira la siang ke malam and I just sat there staring at my phone for the whole month. Imagine her messages came to my phone and it just sat there idly at my 'New events'.
Once, I picked her call. She cried and asked me why didn't I pick the call. I'm totally speechless at that time. We chatted like everyday and when I tried to end the call, she refuses. She would sit there all the day waiting for me to end the call first.
Her calls and msges counts are reduced starting from last month.
I feel terrible for her. This is the first time I purposely don't want somebody while the other side is deliberately trying her best.
(while typing this post, I was listening to My Heart)
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Perkampungan Kaunseling Kerjaya Kebangsaan 2008
Monday, August 18, 2008
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7:31 pm
Tired.
This is the first time we actually made through the kebangsaan level. This is the first time I actually went to a place and the students call me 'abang', looks like I'm that old. And also, this is the first time I went to a place and communicate with almost everyone in English all the time. This is the first and will be the only year they changed the venue from staying in a hotel to a 'perkampungan'.
KL Contingent consist of:
SMK Cheras - Eksplorasi Alam Kerjaya and Folio Kerjaya
SMK Cochrane - Media Maklumat
SMK Sri Bintang Selatan - Sketsa Kerjaya
SJKC Taman Connaught - Model Kerjaya & Poster Kerjaya
I made through four days of misery. Let me recap.
DAY ONE
I decided to wear a long-sleeve kemeja on that day, the victim was my Jusco-born blue kemeja. I wore a black/blue sweater also for camouflage. As I arrived at the school, they were like "Fuuyoooh abg siddiq pakai kemeja~~" (this is the first time I wore a kemeja in front of them). Even the teacher also say the exact word to me. I ignored them and proceed to finalize the Eksplorasi Alam Kerjaya team.
The bus came early: 10.30am. Me and the teachers are also wondering why the hell the bus came so early. Onboard the bus is the SMK Cochrane team with their Media Maklumat. I loaded my things to the bus and sit beside Maran at the back.
The bus was damn bumpy. This is the WORST bus I ever rode. This bus is even worst than the old Intrakota/Metrobus one. I can't even sleep on the bus. It's like a warzone, the bus was bergegar like hell, tak kira la jalan bandar, jalan kampung or the straight highway. even though the bus is going super straight on the highway, the ride is still bumpy.
When we arrived there, we were wondering why the hell we were the first state that arrived there at SMKA Pedas. It was early like what la, the SMKA students are still there, waiting for their parents to pick them. Even the school's state, Negeri Sembilan haven't came yet.
So we waited from 12.00pm. I went Solat Jumaat with the boys, we were like, trekking all over Pedas for one single masjid.
6.00pm at least half of Malaysia is there on the school. Sabah, Sarawak and Labuan haven't came yet. I went to the Dewan Makan and imagined the miserableness of the school students eating there. There are plenty of foods there, but the difference is the foods, place and their smiles are like in a penjara. I decided to only have a drink there and observe the miserableness of them trying to consume the foods.
At night we were briefed about the competition. That was so boring.
I decided to stay and sleep with the KL Contigent PRS's instead of sleeping with the Guru Pengiring. This is the first time I went to an asrama and actually sleep there. The bathroom was okay la, they dont have a shower, but they got water at least. There were two bathrooms for the whole floor there. One of them is rendered useless because the showers are not working, don't have water.
DAY TWO of miserableness
Sarapan. What? Looks like coco crunch but its not. The coco crunch was like that that were bought in bulk from a cheap kedia dua ringgit one. Luckily they served horlicks. Horlicks? I went with the yearterday's cold teh o instead and not eating.
I 'sarong' the purple (I wonder WHY PURPLE IS THE OFFICIAL COLOUR OF ALL OF THE KAUNSELING THINGS) and watched the other schools prepare for their competition. All of the competition are there on the morning except for Eksplorasi Alam Kerjaya. I called the KL EAK team and trained them for a couple of times before seeing them super tired because of yesterday's late night activity finish.
After that I went back to the dorm and sleep. All of the EAK team are super sleepy.
12.00am I woke up to inspect the KL's Media Maklumat team. They were also sleepy. I mean, everyone was sleepy. KL's one was damn nice. I think they really did alot of efforts there. After that I went to Bilik Media just to know that the Hakim is rating the Eksplorasi Alam Kerjaya's Buku Skrap. I went around and stopped at the dewan to watch some of the sketsa.
After Zohor I slept for awhile (still tired u know). 2.00pm I woke up and goes to the dewan to support the KL Sketsa Kerjaya team. Their performance was impressive. There were this one SBS girl.. ah, nevermind.
Lunch. The first time I tried their kantin pelajar's foods. The rice looks like bricks and smells laziness. The lauk was okay, but the sayur was unacceptable, looks like they cooked it 3 days before. I loooooooked at the sayur for 5 minutes and decided not to waste the food. Telan jela.
I called the EAK team and trained them again. I ran airodump-ng on my laptop and saw a couple of internets owned by the schools, maybe they bring their own APs. I spent 10 mins to read the news. Then... poof! Laptop no battery :D. Two major problems there are: I don't care if the dorm sucks or they treated us like mindless *******, but I DO care if the food sucks. One more is: the power points there are so limited. We have to take turns to charge our laptops/handphones.
By 6.00pm all of the pertandingan is over already except for Eksplorasi Alam Kerjaya. EAK is quite different from all of other pertandingan because it is 5 times harder to do. WE have to do our own research, documents, make our own buku folio with all of the trait personality and kerjaya needs and all stuffs. And lastly we have to impress the hakim by presenting our exploration there... with all those props.
8.00pm I dressed as a Guru Pembimbing and lead the KL team to the Bilik Media. There were 14 schools competing. I voted for KL and got the ninth place to present. We then sat at the Bilik Media to watch all of the best EAK teams from all around Malaysia presenting their exploration. Melaka was the fourth team to present. They were 4 students there. While they were presenting their second slide, there was a school logo. I was like, what the hell? this looks familiar. After mumbling something about aeronautics, they finally pronounced that they were from SMKA Sharifah Rodziah. Sharifah Rodziah... Sharifah... Oh yea! Sharodz!. Raihan's sekolah klasik. Immediately I sms'ed Raihan about that. I didn't expect Sharodz made it through the kebangsaan level muahhahaa. But for sure, their presentation is the best presentation ever. Even though they didn't have the opportunity to naik the plane, they were learnt alot of things there. Cockpit, stuffs, stuffs, how to do plane calculation, what is this that. They even get to ride into a real flight simulator. Their presentation was super impressive, I was like, if they won, I'll hate them.
The hakim decided that the last presentation for that night was the number 7th. We were like, Whew! Lega gila.
THIRD DAY of misery
--i'll continue later-
This is the first time we actually made through the kebangsaan level. This is the first time I actually went to a place and the students call me 'abang', looks like I'm that old. And also, this is the first time I went to a place and communicate with almost everyone in English all the time. This is the first and will be the only year they changed the venue from staying in a hotel to a 'perkampungan'.
KL Contingent consist of:
SMK Cheras - Eksplorasi Alam Kerjaya and Folio Kerjaya
SMK Cochrane - Media Maklumat
SMK Sri Bintang Selatan - Sketsa Kerjaya
SJKC Taman Connaught - Model Kerjaya & Poster Kerjaya
I made through four days of misery. Let me recap.
DAY ONE
I decided to wear a long-sleeve kemeja on that day, the victim was my Jusco-born blue kemeja. I wore a black/blue sweater also for camouflage. As I arrived at the school, they were like "Fuuyoooh abg siddiq pakai kemeja~~" (this is the first time I wore a kemeja in front of them). Even the teacher also say the exact word to me. I ignored them and proceed to finalize the Eksplorasi Alam Kerjaya team.
The bus came early: 10.30am. Me and the teachers are also wondering why the hell the bus came so early. Onboard the bus is the SMK Cochrane team with their Media Maklumat. I loaded my things to the bus and sit beside Maran at the back.
The bus was damn bumpy. This is the WORST bus I ever rode. This bus is even worst than the old Intrakota/Metrobus one. I can't even sleep on the bus. It's like a warzone, the bus was bergegar like hell, tak kira la jalan bandar, jalan kampung or the straight highway. even though the bus is going super straight on the highway, the ride is still bumpy.
When we arrived there, we were wondering why the hell we were the first state that arrived there at SMKA Pedas. It was early like what la, the SMKA students are still there, waiting for their parents to pick them. Even the school's state, Negeri Sembilan haven't came yet.
So we waited from 12.00pm. I went Solat Jumaat with the boys, we were like, trekking all over Pedas for one single masjid.
6.00pm at least half of Malaysia is there on the school. Sabah, Sarawak and Labuan haven't came yet. I went to the Dewan Makan and imagined the miserableness of the school students eating there. There are plenty of foods there, but the difference is the foods, place and their smiles are like in a penjara. I decided to only have a drink there and observe the miserableness of them trying to consume the foods.
At night we were briefed about the competition. That was so boring.
I decided to stay and sleep with the KL Contigent PRS's instead of sleeping with the Guru Pengiring. This is the first time I went to an asrama and actually sleep there. The bathroom was okay la, they dont have a shower, but they got water at least. There were two bathrooms for the whole floor there. One of them is rendered useless because the showers are not working, don't have water.
DAY TWO of miserableness
Sarapan. What? Looks like coco crunch but its not. The coco crunch was like that that were bought in bulk from a cheap kedia dua ringgit one. Luckily they served horlicks. Horlicks? I went with the yearterday's cold teh o instead and not eating.
I 'sarong' the purple (I wonder WHY PURPLE IS THE OFFICIAL COLOUR OF ALL OF THE KAUNSELING THINGS) and watched the other schools prepare for their competition. All of the competition are there on the morning except for Eksplorasi Alam Kerjaya. I called the KL EAK team and trained them for a couple of times before seeing them super tired because of yesterday's late night activity finish.
After that I went back to the dorm and sleep. All of the EAK team are super sleepy.
12.00am I woke up to inspect the KL's Media Maklumat team. They were also sleepy. I mean, everyone was sleepy. KL's one was damn nice. I think they really did alot of efforts there. After that I went to Bilik Media just to know that the Hakim is rating the Eksplorasi Alam Kerjaya's Buku Skrap. I went around and stopped at the dewan to watch some of the sketsa.
After Zohor I slept for awhile (still tired u know). 2.00pm I woke up and goes to the dewan to support the KL Sketsa Kerjaya team. Their performance was impressive. There were this one SBS girl.. ah, nevermind.
Lunch. The first time I tried their kantin pelajar's foods. The rice looks like bricks and smells laziness. The lauk was okay, but the sayur was unacceptable, looks like they cooked it 3 days before. I loooooooked at the sayur for 5 minutes and decided not to waste the food. Telan jela.
I called the EAK team and trained them again. I ran airodump-ng on my laptop and saw a couple of internets owned by the schools, maybe they bring their own APs. I spent 10 mins to read the news. Then... poof! Laptop no battery :D. Two major problems there are: I don't care if the dorm sucks or they treated us like mindless *******, but I DO care if the food sucks. One more is: the power points there are so limited. We have to take turns to charge our laptops/handphones.
By 6.00pm all of the pertandingan is over already except for Eksplorasi Alam Kerjaya. EAK is quite different from all of other pertandingan because it is 5 times harder to do. WE have to do our own research, documents, make our own buku folio with all of the trait personality and kerjaya needs and all stuffs. And lastly we have to impress the hakim by presenting our exploration there... with all those props.
8.00pm I dressed as a Guru Pembimbing and lead the KL team to the Bilik Media. There were 14 schools competing. I voted for KL and got the ninth place to present. We then sat at the Bilik Media to watch all of the best EAK teams from all around Malaysia presenting their exploration. Melaka was the fourth team to present. They were 4 students there. While they were presenting their second slide, there was a school logo. I was like, what the hell? this looks familiar. After mumbling something about aeronautics, they finally pronounced that they were from SMKA Sharifah Rodziah. Sharifah Rodziah... Sharifah... Oh yea! Sharodz!. Raihan's sekolah klasik. Immediately I sms'ed Raihan about that. I didn't expect Sharodz made it through the kebangsaan level muahhahaa. But for sure, their presentation is the best presentation ever. Even though they didn't have the opportunity to naik the plane, they were learnt alot of things there. Cockpit, stuffs, stuffs, how to do plane calculation, what is this that. They even get to ride into a real flight simulator. Their presentation was super impressive, I was like, if they won, I'll hate them.
The hakim decided that the last presentation for that night was the number 7th. We were like, Whew! Lega gila.
THIRD DAY of misery
--i'll continue later-
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Oops! [YOU] did it again
Friday, August 15, 2008
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1:37 am
I am now hours away from 8 am.
Two days ago, I received a lovely letter from my college, stated that, from now on, there'll be some changes blabla. This time I've decided I've had enough.
Feeling greatly distracted by the sudden move by the college, lost and confused, then tiba² one of my friend, Mr. mcb (yeah, its a famous chinese word) which is so-called Mr. Korea in our community came to my house. First thing he said to me is:
"Waaah siddiq. Dagu dah naik eh?"
I was like, what the hell? what's wrong with my chin?
So after giving my old HD to him, we went to a full-fletched one hour of karaoke. I can't do mid-range voice at all (that's why I talk very slow), but I have a great bass and also can deliver some high voices.
And so, I now present to you my favorite song. Its better if you can understand the lyrics both songs wish to deliver.
Cya later!. Next week will be a funny week for my life.
Two days ago, I received a lovely letter from my college, stated that, from now on, there'll be some changes blabla. This time I've decided I've had enough.
Feeling greatly distracted by the sudden move by the college, lost and confused, then tiba² one of my friend, Mr. mcb (yeah, its a famous chinese word) which is so-called Mr. Korea in our community came to my house. First thing he said to me is:
"Waaah siddiq. Dagu dah naik eh?"
I was like, what the hell? what's wrong with my chin?
So after giving my old HD to him, we went to a full-fletched one hour of karaoke. I can't do mid-range voice at all (that's why I talk very slow), but I have a great bass and also can deliver some high voices.
And so, I now present to you my favorite song. Its better if you can understand the lyrics both songs wish to deliver.
Cya later!. Next week will be a funny week for my life.
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confused
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
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6:04 pm
Well
Today was the final preparation for them as the wakil of WP Kuala Lumpur to the competition this Friday @ Negeri Sembilan. Guess what? I was the first ever non-teacher to be selected as the Guru Pembimbing for Kuala Lumpur in the competition. How great is that?
Tomorrow I have to attend a brief meeting with those guys at Putrajaya.
Well, while training those dudes at the school today, one of the juniors asked me about the prolonged rumour between me and Muslimatun. Hey. I look interested doesn't mean that I'm interested. Them came another poison: 'Kenapa abg siddiq tak couple2 dgn sesiapa lg?'. Damn, I was speechless. Everytime anyone asked me about that, my mind simply goes blank in a sudden. 'Yeala.. masa kat kolej ni la masa nak carik awek'. I wish I could bangkang, but my mouth doesn't seem to open.
After the training, I sat in the Bilik A, termenung for awhile just to realize that:
- I'm a jerk.
- I'm miserable.
- Even though I look happy; I sound happy, but I'm still miserable.
- I feel ultimately stupid when my aunts/uncles asked me about my so-called girlfriend.
- I feel tersisih when I go out with my friends, when their gf's always tagging along whenever whereever and whatever they do.
- I feel stupid when I'm in a shopping mall or in the cinema, because I was a sore 'loser' who came there alone.
I'm not a girl, the genetics that can choose. The one who can decide. The which who are comfortable as they are. The one who deceive. The one who rate the manipulation level of each guy's 'handsomeness', 'cuteness' or even they way they tackle her. Well for me, even though I'm not that handsome, great or something that brings flowers into their mindsets, it doesn't change anything.
I am convinced for now that no one likes (note: girls, as in greater like scale) me. I don't care. As long as I got my God, my family, my bestfriend, my friend. They care, not manipulate.
I do adore some person out there, but there's something that stops me. Something irony that bleeds from nowhere, stopping every single move I wanted to do. Maybe the time is not right, or maybe I'm just for no one.
Well I hope you guys have a great life ahead. For me, I don't have any. A solution always leads to another problem. I have hundreds.
I hope this blog post answer the question my junior gave me tadi even though there's zero possibility that she's gonna reach me here. I rest my case.
Now I shall go to my miserable bathroom for yet another miserable lame bath.
Today was the final preparation for them as the wakil of WP Kuala Lumpur to the competition this Friday @ Negeri Sembilan. Guess what? I was the first ever non-teacher to be selected as the Guru Pembimbing for Kuala Lumpur in the competition. How great is that?
Tomorrow I have to attend a brief meeting with those guys at Putrajaya.
Well, while training those dudes at the school today, one of the juniors asked me about the prolonged rumour between me and Muslimatun. Hey. I look interested doesn't mean that I'm interested. Them came another poison: 'Kenapa abg siddiq tak couple2 dgn sesiapa lg?'. Damn, I was speechless. Everytime anyone asked me about that, my mind simply goes blank in a sudden. 'Yeala.. masa kat kolej ni la masa nak carik awek'. I wish I could bangkang, but my mouth doesn't seem to open.
After the training, I sat in the Bilik A, termenung for awhile just to realize that:
- I'm a jerk.
- I'm miserable.
- Even though I look happy; I sound happy, but I'm still miserable.
- I feel ultimately stupid when my aunts/uncles asked me about my so-called girlfriend.
- I feel tersisih when I go out with my friends, when their gf's always tagging along whenever whereever and whatever they do.
- I feel stupid when I'm in a shopping mall or in the cinema, because I was a sore 'loser' who came there alone.
I'm not a girl, the genetics that can choose. The one who can decide. The which who are comfortable as they are. The one who deceive. The one who rate the manipulation level of each guy's 'handsomeness', 'cuteness' or even they way they tackle her. Well for me, even though I'm not that handsome, great or something that brings flowers into their mindsets, it doesn't change anything.
I am convinced for now that no one likes (note: girls, as in greater like scale) me. I don't care. As long as I got my God, my family, my bestfriend, my friend. They care, not manipulate.
I do adore some person out there, but there's something that stops me. Something irony that bleeds from nowhere, stopping every single move I wanted to do. Maybe the time is not right, or maybe I'm just for no one.
Well I hope you guys have a great life ahead. For me, I don't have any. A solution always leads to another problem. I have hundreds.
I hope this blog post answer the question my junior gave me tadi even though there's zero possibility that she's gonna reach me here. I rest my case.
Now I shall go to my miserable bathroom for yet another miserable lame bath.
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No One Knows
Saturday, August 02, 2008
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3:59 pm
Thursday.
I went to Cikgu Haiza's house for a visit to see her 3 week's old baby. Unfortunately, her house is at Kajang. I don't know why I ended up getting there with Farhana, Izni, Jun and Muslimatun. Cikgu was like, gelak semacam gila for 15 seconds when I told her that I'll be going with Mus.
Her house is okay-la. Two-stories of heaven. Unfortunately, the house is on leasehold with a price tag of RM160k. Seems logic, I think :S because she said homes in Kajang were all leasehold.
Her baby is ridiculously cute~
I didn't talk much while on her house. One, because Muslimatun is around. No, enough of the one year full of speculations and gossips all over here and there. Second, is because I was still in the damn vain. I took four shots of 500ml pcm, hoping that the pills will brighten up my day. My body ended being so cold, that I had to use my sweater on the damn afternoon.
For the first time since August 1989, my parents were sooooooooo damn concerned about my health. They even marah me about my unusual activities all over here and there, saying that 'duduk rumah lagi elok. kau tu dah la demam teruk, kang tak pasal-pasal (fill in the blanks)'. Yes, I do notice the unusualness of this fever, but its okay for me so far.
Ah, I couldnt do anything contributive at this moment at all. My body feel so weak.
Oh yea. My biggest concern now is my sakit tekak. I took all things, including Air Asam Jawa, Strepsils and etc. Air Asam Jawa is like a mini-hell, I suggest you to buy one from 7-eleven because the taste is nicer. No matter how much gula you put it in you'll always ended up pseudo-dead. Strepsils is good, but for temporary usage only. Ah, the extensive use of Strepsils introduced my body to a new epidemic: selsema. hehe.
My health is worsening.
p/s: From Malaysiakini, therefore, the blog of the guy who claims being bitched by DSAI, and the help of google extensive search. I now present to you:
http://mohdsaifulbukhari.blogspot.com/
Saiful Bukhari's Blog. Read it. Don't comment it now, comment it later @ the akhirat. I doubt the authenticity of him as the writer.
I went to Cikgu Haiza's house for a visit to see her 3 week's old baby. Unfortunately, her house is at Kajang. I don't know why I ended up getting there with Farhana, Izni, Jun and Muslimatun. Cikgu was like, gelak semacam gila for 15 seconds when I told her that I'll be going with Mus.
Her house is okay-la. Two-stories of heaven. Unfortunately, the house is on leasehold with a price tag of RM160k. Seems logic, I think :S because she said homes in Kajang were all leasehold.
Her baby is ridiculously cute~
I didn't talk much while on her house. One, because Muslimatun is around. No, enough of the one year full of speculations and gossips all over here and there. Second, is because I was still in the damn vain. I took four shots of 500ml pcm, hoping that the pills will brighten up my day. My body ended being so cold, that I had to use my sweater on the damn afternoon.
For the first time since August 1989, my parents were sooooooooo damn concerned about my health. They even marah me about my unusual activities all over here and there, saying that 'duduk rumah lagi elok. kau tu dah la demam teruk, kang tak pasal-pasal (fill in the blanks)'. Yes, I do notice the unusualness of this fever, but its okay for me so far.
Ah, I couldnt do anything contributive at this moment at all. My body feel so weak.
Oh yea. My biggest concern now is my sakit tekak. I took all things, including Air Asam Jawa, Strepsils and etc. Air Asam Jawa is like a mini-hell, I suggest you to buy one from 7-eleven because the taste is nicer. No matter how much gula you put it in you'll always ended up pseudo-dead. Strepsils is good, but for temporary usage only. Ah, the extensive use of Strepsils introduced my body to a new epidemic: selsema. hehe.
My health is worsening.
p/s: From Malaysiakini, therefore, the blog of the guy who claims being bitched by DSAI, and the help of google extensive search. I now present to you:
http://mohdsaifulbukhari.blogspot.com/
Saiful Bukhari's Blog. Read it. Don't comment it now, comment it later @ the akhirat. I doubt the authenticity of him as the writer.
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