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furushikiru ame no naka ooo~

that's the first thing you'll listen when you load this page, courtesy of the flash music player. its a song called ribaibaru, a famous song circa the early 90's. do a human experiment on your parents to see whether they can remember this song or not.

i'm still on laptop. my pc's dead, the psu gave his life. damnit, the psu has become the shortest pc component lifespan i've ever bought, last for around 2 months before my mother tutup plug kat dinding *poof* it died. and again, my laptop. i have a severe problem with the keyboard, can't make the T button working properly. i have to press the t button extra harder to have the alphabet t appear on my monitor.

oh yea. sincerely, hotlink sucks. you have absolutely no reason why you should tag along with this piece of telco liar except for the rewards programme, which is, unfortunately, still unrivaled by any other malaysian telco provider. the price of the supersavers (yeah right tawaran istimewa) has gove up from originally RM2/1 hour of talking and RM2/1000 smses, to RM4/30 min (WTF!?!?) and RM5/500 smses. i'm really, really thinkin of changing to celcom upax/happy combo, which gave me the most bang per buck.

and yeah, talking about bang per buck, i had the most sweetest dodol ever ive tasted in my life. what the hell the thing is soo damn tasty and delicious. maybe i didnt had a dodol for nearly 2 years, maybe thats why it tastes so good. ah, some part of the dodol keras already, lama sgt berjemur kot. i dont mind, because all the weddings free gifts are like that, shiney on the outside but like yesterday's kuih bahulu, it tastes like a thounsand mg of clorin is inside. ah, the dodol was wrapped lepat-style. DAMN nice. i feel like wanna sue the whole pengantin's family for succesfully explored my deep inner taste bud.

but anyway.
yesterday evening i took a walk to petaling street with my mom. she wanted to go to popular's. the nearest popular is at leisure mall, which is so near. but the fear of spotting any retarded smk cherasians lead me to persuade my mom to go to the petaling street's.

so, we went. as usual, i dont have a chance to drive, or even change toe radio station. yeah, maybe im still a 6 years old kid, who knows.

so, the first thing i noticed is, she picked hentian puduraya as a parking spot. i was like, WTF? pick another place.. the place is so old, its like a ticking bomb, waiting for the perfect time to crush any unexpected citizens inside the building. i was like.. nevermind... maybe she had some memories parking inside this building years ago.

so, we went to the parking. we parked next to a guard, so if anything happens we'll kick the guard off the building straight into the Plaza Rakyat.

eh? plaza rakyat?. the mega-mahathir project?


Kesian.. Pity the Plaza Rakyat LRT station :( stesyen LRT yang macam tulang, takde design langsung.


So.. we went downstairs and head straight forward to Chinatown. On the way, I saw this.


As usual, Puduraya was full of people who are eagerly wanted to go somewhere else than Kuala Lumpur. There's a "WTF cepatla bas ni lembab betol la" imprinted in all of their faces. The food court is full of indonesian cooks who are desperately luring every single people who even are trying to only pass through the food court to go out, including us.





Sorry, tgh kejar masa. I'll update this post later. Belom maghrib lagi ni.. sigh.. Bye

i didnt expect time flies this fast. pejam celik pejam celik, dah nak masuk 2009 dah. oh shiiit, napela tak pasan dah nak masuk 2009? maybe sebab aku banyak gila buang masa/buat kerja pointless sepanjang tahun ni.

duuuuh.. kan dah ckp? i didnt do anything useful throughout the year. what i did was: do something, rant, learn somehing, rant, rant, rant. and then come laziness, who'll do all those dirty works. i breed the word relax too often this year, almost forgotten the main long term objective of my life: to be someone.

And yeah, maybe this year takde langsung azam. i didnt set one, because i know i wont do that. this year is one azam-less year, but throughout the year, i learnt that by doing nothing, you're not going to achieve anything at all (as opposed to last year's). so, after a week of thinking of what a screwed up life i had and all those year-round retarded recap-what-iv-done-oh-my, my next year's azam will be:

1) try to screw up less often
2) improve myself
3) improve my english
4) do serious gym time
5) monitor my health more often

so, we still got 5 moar days to go for 2009, so this list is not the final one. oh yea, why?

1 - i screwed up things by things in my life. i can actually choose not to screw up every move, but my life will be boring. SO much boring. but this year I actually generate more screwups than ever, a little too much for me. as a result, i become fucking lazy. that include killing my bike.

2 - number two is just a follow up for the first, just to round up next year's wishlist to a number of 5. oh, how perfect your life couldnt be without the number 5.

3 - the latest bar council debate taught me something about being different in term of linguistic control. i remembered when i was in form 5, i could write so disastrously different from now as in english. i really, REALLY, dont want to become a normal malay jerk. yes, within 5 days from now I'll be stepping a new world of being 20. really have to brush up my english, or else ill die with the rest of the normal malays.

4 - a number of people who are actually close to me actually agreed that "siddiq, serious dowh, pegila gym. badan ko sedap" and usually i replied back with "pedulik ape? badan aku ke badan ko sekarang ni.." or "u know what? that's totally unnecessary" (with a grunt). i realized that, within this year, I became thinner. YES. Thin-NER. How wonderful is that?. Instead of being 70kg, I only had 66kg of flesh and bones this year. siraj, my neighbour actually influenced me alot to seriously considering this. by looking at the muscles he had, i began to develop a series of jealousity, thus, providing the idea of this. which reminds me of this conversation:

"eleh, ingat ko banyak sgt otot, takleh lawan dgn aku"
"ape ko ada? ckp skettt"
*bukak baju* "tengok bebetul eh?"
*everyone was looking at my stomach*

..
*i did a wave my using my stomach*
"WTF was that? cuba2 buat lagi"
"takleh.. dia first time je. kali kedua meletup kang"
"bodo.. cacat..."
*everyone was laughing hysterically*

5 - after receiving endless lecture from siti, all the way back from cyberjaya to BTR, i kept thinking of this while driving. today after receiving another unwanted session from syahmi, i kept thinking of this while fighting with them @ cybercafe. i realized my coughings are different this time, triggered super easily this time, which was weird. i wanted to do clinic/hospital time, but dowanna go alone :( haha, shit. if i had a gf, i would force her to teman me do a clinic time. at least i had someone at my side, because i had some minor fear of hospital (serious shit). my parents have a policy of keeping everything by ourselves, so its not me who started it. i'll think of something next year.



oh yea, today's WTF belongs to:

Naruto for having a release of anime but not the manga. I drooled at the onemanga.com/Naruto screen with a 15-minutes refresh intervals just to, please, see the word 'Naruto 430' pop out from the site. Shit internet PLEEEEEEEASE, im begging you...don't make my tomorrow's life more miserable :(






Last by not least, a video of a germany band "Dark Sky" performing a Malay rock song, by using Malay. I felt VERY proud being Malaysian for this video, but their pronunciation bought me some hilarity.




They sang a remastered version of The Unwanted (a singaporean band) - Masih Ada Rindu. I really liked the lyric, it rang some part of myself. Here's the lyric:

First of all, merry Christmas to all my friends who celebrate this special event.

Oh, look at the time. Its 4.16AM. Nice.. Yesterday I slept after Subuh, which is the worst on record for this month.

Oh yea, I'm very close to be provided with a valid driving license. Now I can cruise the Malaysian road legally for once muahaha (and also claim vehicle's insurance).

And, the name of the SILK highway connecting Bdr Sg Long/Balakong to LDP has been changed. SKVE, how horrible Malaysian name could be without a SOUTH Klang Valley Expressway. Sigh.. Anyway, best of all, no toll plaza :) (should it?). And yeah, I just perasan, EXIT 1 belongs to Hospital Serdang (A). How COOL is that?, to have a name such as EXIT 1.

Oh yea, pictures.





Anyway. Super DUPER tired. Still can't find a cure for my long headache. Friday, I'll volunteer myself to have a clinic time if this doesnt end tomorrow.

So far I've managed to get 2 new azam tahun baru. I'll post at 1/1/09

And, Sorry Siti. huhuhu.. Sorry! :(

Bye dear bloggie. SLEEEEEEEEEEEEP. TIREEEEEEEEEEEEEEED

OH shit this is daaaaaaaaaaaamn hillarious. Demam haven't baik yet. Still had the shivering effect and all of these pening kepala gila, but still, this is tooo priceless xD.

" So what if a guy threw a shoe at me "

- Bush


Che Guevara's got nothing on this guy

Lemme explain this abit further..

So.. Bush paid an surprise unannounced last visit to his favourite Club Med in Iraq Baghdad. After trolling the troops, he took meetings with his sock puppet government in the heavily fortified and totally safe Hugbox Green Zone and decided to have a press conference with the Iraqi president, Ali Baba.

As he stood at the podium being his usual smugfag self, patting himself on the back for a job well not done, one of the thoroughly vetted, batshit insane professional reporters for the Iraqi media stood up and lobbed two shoe grenades he'd cunningly snuck through security at Bush's head, whilst calling him scat "a dog".



Although the shoe bombs failed to explode, he was still completely pwned pwnt -despite being spared from über-pwnage by his matrix lightning quick reflexes- as both shoe throwing and being called a dog are the ultimate insult in Arab cultures, (not to mention that the footage plus YouTube equals global lulz 4lyfe), and a fitting closing argument for his claims on the title: FAIL LULZIEST PRESIDENT EVAR.

actually, its day 3. i didnt attend day 1 because day 1 was filled with boring opening speech and opening ceremony and opening photography and everything boring.

oh yea, yesterday, while blogging, I heard the noise of Warcraft III being opened. I looked at my left and saw this fella opening his Warcraft III. I was like, oh shit... I was in a middle of blogging. I quickly publish my unfinished post and went to that guy "erm.. boleh join game sekali x". Too bad he agreed.

Round 1 was.. lol. I have a crappy PC. The framerate was like, 5fps. That's okay with me, I'm good with it (my patience wont goes AWOL that easy). We're going 5v5, 3 human on Sentinel, 2 Insane AI on Sentinel, 5 Insane AI on the Scourge side. As usual, I got on my favourite hero, this guy:


Yeah, its a DoTa hero you non-DoTa nerd. Go get yourself some DoTa fetish you bookworms.

Lol, yeah, we lost. Imagine, after I stunned a potential first blood victim, my pc lags like, shit worse. I can't even ulti that guy afterwards, all I can see after 2 seconds, I'm actually ulti-ing the creeps instead of the hero as the hero went far away already.


2nd match: I rule the game. This time, another 2 people joined the game. We were against those very strong heroes like Lesale and Gondar. My beloved Sand King goes beserk, got the first blood and further until wicked sick until I got pwned while going back healing. They were like, so dumb because for the first 45 minutes I was the only hero that does the killing there. There was this one teammate who kept killing natural creeps instead of pushing, which was, soo stupid. I don't know, Melaka kampung guys are like this, amirite?


3rd match: I'm feeding the enemies haha. Shit I didn't kill even one hero because while I was attacking, my teammate goes AWOL. But I did manage to build up 2 Burizas and a Sange/Yasha. Our base was seriously screwed up, but we did manage to repel them. And yes, do you like the feeling when your game suddenly closed without a notice? While we were pushing the mid lane, the game goes AWOL (this is the 3rd time I used this acronym.. hmm.. mustve been something).

So, we decided not to have our fourth round as the time itself is at 1.00am at that time, and I have to go back alllll the way to KL.

So, instead of heading Kelana Jaya, I went Bandar Tun Razak instead because its nearer to the PLUS highway, and I was ultimately tired.


Went home. Slept.

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ZzzzzZz..

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Woke up officially at 11.00am realizing that I should be at KDU at 9.00am haha. Smsed Joshua and told my misery side of my yesterday's life. Actually, I purposely don't go to KDU because today's function was supposed to be wrapped up nicely by another batch of ATC volunteers.

But in the spirit of doing something productive instead of skipping the whole day spending my time sleeping and whining about foods, I went to KDU.

Nice. When I reach there, the 4th debate has already ended. They were having lunch. I didnt see any green tags around. Most of them are blue (Blue is for debaters), but I did see 1-2 ppl wearing green tags. I think they're from ATC. So, I took over the place of a guy, because he have to go somewhere else.


Fifth debate: Discuss about having Bahasa Melayu being the only language used in schools.

I was like, HA-HA. The government side will be so damn messed up. But I was wrong. CLEARLY the government's side is filled with good speakers while the opposition having the GG guy's team (who could scream GG!!!!11eleven [good game!] too all speakers instead of the usual "that's very nice up there. congratz..") and the IIUM 4 team, which consist of a semi-cute malay girl and a manglish bahasa rojak guy. And, because of that, I didn't realize the wonderful good possibilities of having my bahasa ibunda, and also our bahasa kebangsaan deployed in all schools including vernacular school.

Suddenly I began to think that Muhkriz's concept idea of having one integrated system instead of vernacular/primary and matriculation/stpm/A-levels. I feel the wonder of being a malaysian again. Malays sucks anyway, and being a Malay itself further elevates the suck level.

Unlucky for them, that was the last debate round of today's. They announced the winrars inside the dewan, announcing the qualified 16 teams to go for the semi-finals.


Semi-Finals: Discuss about having a centralized DNA system in our country.

This round was super intense. As expected, because they were the best from the rest. This is the first time I heard an opposing team's member shout "Mr Speaker, this is not true!" and the first time I saw the ongoing debater say "Shut up! this is rude!". What are they talking?

- Anwar Ibrahim
- Police having the rights to turn the evidence to something against the person instead.
- A debater clearing up the actual pcincipal of the DNA Augumentation, a DNA sample and a DNA hash data. At least someone is having an elevated IQ range here.
- A debater who evelates the claim that "the government can't do anything if we dont give samples" and "Germany and all the Eurofags are all against this BS, u know.."
- "WTF? We can't keep the fingernails forever. It's just disgusting.."

As they talk about the law principal and the rationale behind implementing it, I had a hard LOL at all of them because I was the only person on that even who is actually from a Biology line as they all are from Law. I had the most fcking hard inside laugh when this speaker says that the DNA WILL FCKING MUTATE OVER TIME, DON'T GET SAMPLES FROM A 6 YEARS OLD BECAUSE U'RE A FCKING IDIOT RETARDED GOVERNMENT SIDE

But nevertheless, it was truly, a debate. NOT boring, fun and there's something that I could learn there.


At night, they were supposed to have their dinner at Modesto's, Sri Hartamas but I had this grave chill everytime I went to KDU. SS2 is just across the road... and I havent ate at SS2 Murni in a loooooooong time (shit now I'm drooling)

Nasi Goreng Chicken Chop + Mango Special

Truly amazing. Spectacular show of a normal Malaysian cuisine wrapped up in such a quality restaurant. This is the FIRST time I ate at that place and didn't get too much stuffed up, as I was hungry and didn't eat for the whole day.

You guys wonder why I'm not taking pictures this time?

Ah, the necessity of updating the blog whenever the need arrives.

I'm actually at Masjid Tanah right now, in a cybercafe I failed to locate last year when I was with Helmi here. We was like, wandering around like, 4 times go around this place until the teens started to look at us like thieves (they should, amirite?). I don't know, Masjid Tanah should have moar of this piece of technology.

Actually, the debate today was pretty good. I went from Bandar Tun Razak, all the way to Kelana Jaya for the breakfast, and went straight to KDU. There, I met Joshua and the rest of the volunteers. We were briefed with the things we should do. I was assigned to a room number 7, or precisely, 212 (the numbers doesnt differ much, amirite?)

As planned, I met with Asyraf England, who is participating and representating UiTM Melaka with his friend. After a quick "Ha-Ha! Ingat boleh menang ke!", I went straight for works to be done.


First debate: Discussing about the same sex marriage.

Oh shit, this was boring. Maybe this is the first opening round. I can see in the looks of their face that they have no idea what message they're trying to convey. At least there was the team from Government opening which scored confidently with their points of view of "blah-blah gay is right. lesbians are not politically motivated etc etc. NO U!". Nevertheless, for me, gay is wrong. If you have the desire to live with mens (if ure a men), its just purely for sex. You got your hormones and judgement all messed up. Don't mess with my planet, go do your thing at another planet, away from my childrens.


Second debate: Discuss about the detention without trial (ISA).

This is the most intense part of today. Everyone was trying to prove that they should win. They provide even the most detailed points evar just to make the opposing team pissed off. Unfortunately, my room's verdict was: the Government side won. The opposition should win EASILY, they just lack confidence and points. The government was like, super confident and they really knew where to poke the stick precisely. Ah, and there yet I met with a girl..

with an english level of OVER 9000 (seriously) with all the points embedded inside her head, its like there's a microchip implanted within her temporal cortex. Ah, it makes me melt. Summore, her face looks moar like Muslimatun + Fatin, reminds me of them both in a glimpse. She's from the IIUM team 4. Don't think of going to seek her phone number. Ah, her perfectness makes me melt, but nevertheless.. just leave it.


Third debate: Discussion about the religious law contradicting the concurrent law we do have, what should we do?.

And again, both of the IIUM teams are here, but they're not defending the religious law, they're actually have to make their points against it. That's what makes this round so special. The government was ruled by Monash I and II. Monash I was super retarded, both of them finished their speech before the 6 minutes cap. Then I realized that they're newbies, so, nevermind.. Monash II was ruled by an British-man who talks alot about facts here and there. Too bad he made way for question too much so they can actually overturned him.

And yet again, THAT girl performs really well. Wicked sick gila, her points was so crucial that the Government team was like, oh shit..


Hah! End of today's debate. Tomorrow I have to come again.

So, I quickly drove my bike home and changed to car. Start engine, and go, without any further waste of time (it was 6.30pm at that time, either my schedule will be messed up or I will be messed up. eitherway I lose).

Ok.. So I was driving..



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suddenly I felt so tired. Yeala, have to run here and there, do stuffs here and there from early morning till 6.00pm. I was at, Bangi, I think, I began to doze off. At first, I can actually push the sleepishness away by karaoke-ing, but were further worn up because of the furious shouting and screaming, thanks to Linkin Park's "From The Inside".

There's one time I couldn't handle it, I actually doze off for like, 5 seconds, before realizing I'm at the middle lane, heading for the right lane. OH SHIT! (I actually screamed) 1 moar second and I will be thrown to the opposing lane, which is moar fun than dangerous, amirite?.

After the furious and intense psychological battle, I reached R&R Seremban. Solat Maghrib and slept for 15 minutes in the huts they provide. Then I went to Dunkin Donuts for the favourite 2 donuts + coffee combo package. That coffee made my tiredness go away.


Tonight was wicked. I went out at Pedas/Linggi. From the toll plaza till Kampung Solok Tengah, everything went normal. I went to the short-cut, which goes thru N33 till Kampung Paya Lebar, continues with N10 providing me access to the main Jalan Persekutuan 5. No lights, fogs everywhere, wicked corners and I'm travelling 90kmph. What's more fun other than that! HAHA.

Fun actually morphed to a level two stage after that. At the Lubok China roundabout, I noticed that there's an Iswara behind me, doing some cocok angin stuffs (go look in the KL slangs thesaurus what's a cocok angin is about). We actually raced from the roundabout till Masjid Tanah.. and he lost. HAHA. At the very last corner, I made a dangerous quick potong at the slow Kembara... and he stays behind the Kembara till we reach the Masjid Tanah's town.

Another awesome event has ended. i think if there's a word for extreme awesomeness invented, i'd use that too.

(beware: these pics are stolen. viewing it means youre a part of the bandwidth stealing conspiracy)

Ok. U know what? Take a look at this:



That, my friend, is the PLUS highway. For those of you who didn't know what's a PLUS, I'm sorry for you. And, notice these pics:



Notice what's wrong with these two? This:



LAMP POST. Yes, a damn lamppost. Only from the KL to Seremban stretch went blessed with unlimited artificial sunlight. I think that's why they still named it KL-Seremban highway instead of a unified PLUS highway (unrelated: see Barisan Nasional losers for having the same concept in their party).

Also, I noticed that the KM distance marker on the mid road is provided from KM 1, but the side markers are provided starting from KM 100.

PROTIP: you can actually arrive faster by drafting to the lorry/bus, but its very safe dangerous.


Ok. I went somewhere around 4.30am, after chatting with izni the actual took off time is at 5.00am something but, meh... Because of the amazing night scenery of kampung and palm oil trees nothing, plus the damn freezing night fog, I went very veeery slow, and actually realizing that at 8.00am I'm still at Tangkak (I should be arriving at 9.00am because I'm a volunteer), I actually sped unnecessarily. I stepped in at Level 29, Menara MSC Cyberport at 9.30am (imagine the horror of speeding)


So, I met with Davy, who is in charge with the registration. Popped up my laptop. Shared the registration file with me via Google Docs (oh the glory of having some company hosting my files). Since the initial sharing, the registration went like normal dual core.

I didn't took breakfast and lunch. Too busy with the registration works (its a valid reason, despite doing ultimately nothing but socializing).

There are LOTS of geeks, nerds, basement dwellers, emofagweb coders wandering around like mindless zombies between sessions. Ah, I feel so secure because I havent seen any Apple fanboys (except for a few iphone nerds). I didn't spot any Linux distro hovering inside their laptops besides Fedora (gaaahh!! too much of GNOME) and mine's BackTrack.



Ah, I wanna blog moar, but I have to go back now. Unlucky that I can't attend today's (2nd day) version of BarCampJB.

I actually showcased Dave about the wireless security vulnerability while eating with him. Showed him how easy to steal a cookie from an unsuspecting someone. If the next BarCamp appears, things I wanna present:

- How to build a Hackintosh
- How to become a super nerd by hacking wirelessly

IRL, these people, who have nicknames scattered across the interwebs, are actually IT professionals. It's very nice to meet them.

Hope to see them again somehow :)

so, today. Microsoft sent me a hate mail love letter. The letter was written OVER 9000 4 days ago, which is the 2nd. I duno. For those of you who didn't know what's a Microsoft:

Microsoft, (moar like Microsux, Amirite?) was founded by Nazi German leader Adolf Hitler, but, after his death, the owning title of Microsoft was handed down to his Germany superior Bill Gates. After Gates' acquisition of Microsoft, he made it more Nazi-like than even Hitler did. He has programmed several good insane versions of Windows, such as Windows 95, 98, 2000, XP, and Vista.

Ok. here's the love letters:








Ok. Now, I met a Microsoft hero. What to do? Relax.. follow these simple steps:

- Slap him/her in the face multiple times. Then do it again just to make sure she gets the point.
- Keep your eyes tightly shut, lest you pass out from the horror of seeing him/her face.
- Stand very, very still. It is believed that Microsoft people can only see movement (see:dinosaurs).
- If the person touches you, INSTANTLY summon your calculator and quickly divide any number by zero. This ensures an winrar implosion of the entire universe and guarantees you to become an internetz hero.