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i juz went back from a meeting from KOMBES (Kompleks Belia dan Sukan) Kg Pandan. Program Perjumpaan & Perbincangan dengan Persatuan & Kelab Bersama Pihak Jabatan Belia Dan Sukan WPKL Kawasan Bandar Tun Razak / Cheras 2009. What the fuck they were like:

8.00pm - meeting commence


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12.30pm - meeting ends

I met with the 4B Bandar Tun Razak. Majlis Belia kawasan Bandar Tun Razak. Majlis Belia kawasan Cheras. Kelab Rakan Muda Cheras.. and so on. I think I was the only outsider in the hall. Our meeting was held in the new room, which was completed earlier this month. Bilik Pusat Kecermelangan. haha sounds gay isn't it?

so.. 4 hours of Q&A session. Not really Q&A, but a war between these NGO's, Rakan Muda and those from the Jabatan. The situation was like..:

NGO asks (attacks) Jabatan. Asking all those shits this and that and this. Then they include the word 'Rakan Muda' being the most advantageous club here. One of them asks the Jabatan guy about rebranding back the Rakan Muda status, from a club to a penggerak. One of them asks why the hell Rakan Muda is given these opportunity being the first to get the moneys and etc. One of them asks why the hell their guys join their club, but in the mean time they join Rakan Muda also.

We, from the Rakan Muda went ragee. Equipped ourselves with explosive facts and modern assault rifles

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The war commence





For the flying fuck 3 hours. Discussing, debating, disproving the facts, demonstrating some uber speaking skills and etc.


Huh. Tired as hell I really need some sleep over here.

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In an unrelated news, our family will have a tahlil ceremony this saturday because my father is going for the umrah mid next month. Sape free datangla ye?

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I juz opened a Public Bank account. Oh no. Things I did this week:

- Went Public Bank in hope for opening a bank account
- turns out that my MyKad screwed up. Chip inaccessible.
- Went to JPN Setapak. "kak nak buat mykad nak tunggu berapa lama?" "3 minggu" OKBYEBYE LOUSY GOVERNMENT SERVICE
- Went to JPN Putrajaya the next day. Applied for a new card. Took photo there. 1 hour after that the card siap d how fantastic. Went home gloriously with a new shiney MyKad
- Went to Public Bank. Opened a new bank account. Took RM20 as the hostage.
- Went to Maybank to do a new account book. Shit I have to wait for 1 hour there. nasb baik aku ni penyabar. ingatkan 10 mins.. ckp la awal2 oi kalau tak aku dah kuar g makan dah. Tunggu punye tunggu, dapat jgk 1 new account book. Kalau tak kene g balik TTDI Jaya, tempat kerje lama aku masa aku dgn MGCC. Jauh gila oi sumpah gila malas nak g sana. Haha fav question - "Awak staff Maybank ke? Kat dlm system tulis staff. Nampak relax je.. mudanya jadi staff. Dulu keje ape?" "Customer Service Executive - Credit Card" "wow.... akak ni baru bank officer je" wtf i don't care about your shit. seb baik dia tu cun kalau tak... (isi tempat kosong)

And I have yet to make a new ATM card for Maybank. No time dude.

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TOMORROW. LETS GET THINGS DONE. Next week (Monday) I'll be starting my training. WHEEE~ What will I get?

CompTIA A+ Certification
Novell Certified Linux Professional
Microsoft Certified System Engineer (MSCE)
Cisco Cerfitied Network Associate (CCNA)

Those were some epic sick certs.. aside from my Microsoft Connection member. allow me to show you..


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I don't know why the hell I'm blogging right now. I don't even know what to write. Ok.. let me list down what should I do tomorrow (I mean, today).

10.00am - go Wangsa Maju. Asia Talk Sdn Bhd.
10.30am - go Bank Rakyat. Open up an account requested by them.
12.00pm - Asia Talk. send a photostated bank book.
2.30pm - go back home. Read Naruto manga/watch Naruto Shippuuden (IMPORTANT)
3.00pm - go Syikin's house. dah berapa hari dia call aku soh tgk pc dia. tiap2 kali call mesti "abg siddiq.. lupa ke?" at that point I was so much screwed up.
4.00pm - Bukit Kiara. brief meeting with staf.
6.15pm - evening football training
8.00pm - KERJAAAA

hmmmmm what else?

oh yea!
KESTEN EMIRA. I WON THE GAME. MISSION ACCOMPLISHED.

today, my Yahoo! Messenger status is like this:

"Malaysia is the only country (now that South Africa has abolished Apartheid) where discrimination is a national policy and is written into the constitution"

and she was like this:
Fatin Faseeha: sebenarnya masalah terletak pada perkataan 'written' shj

umno goon

While I was at Asia Talk Sdn. Bhd office....

Me: "err.. ada apa lagi yang perlu saya bagi? salinan IC dgn slip SPM je kan?"
Reception Girl: "yup"
Me: (throws out my wallet and extracted my passport-sized photo from it) "nah ni dia"
Reception Girl: "hhmm.. ada sijil SPM tak? i tak tahu slip SPM boleh guna ke tak.."

A guy walks in. Indian male. Reminds me of Mr. Aiman Sureen. Turns out to be a consultant.
Reception Girl: "kejap ye.."
Reception Girl: "eh slip camni boleh guna ke tak?"
Consultant: "erm... ok je"

Me: " look, i have the cert inside here. do u want it to be photostated?"
Reception Girl: "..." (lookin' busy)

Consultant: "working?"
Me: "nop"
Cosultant: "got a degree?"
Me: (looks at his face) "nop"
Consultant: "diploma?"
Me: "nop"
Consultant: "SPM level?"
Me: "yeah... kinda"

Reception Girl: "tak payah kot. ini dah kira ok dah ni"
Me: "okay. thanks"

Consultant: "u... from international school?"
Me: "nop"
Consultant: "local?
Me: "yeah. why?"
Consultant: "wow. your english command is quite good. how'd u manage that?"
Me: (shit now what should i answer now..?)
Consultant: "friends are all chinese and indians?"
Me: "yeah.... kind of"
Consultant: "you have a quite different english accent. impressive"
Me: "haha thanks!"
Consultant: "i'll call you back regarding the bank issue. they haven't tell us yet about it. sometimes they say can use the CIMB, sometimes public bank"
Me: "oh.. okay. so how do i get out from that?"
Consultant: "do you have our number?"
Me: "nop"
Consultant: (to Reception Girl) "eh bagi dia number.."
Reception Girl: "okay jap eh..." (tercarik carik kat meja dia yg berselerak)

...for 2 minutes
Consultant: (reachs his wallet) "ah nevermind here's my card"
Me: "okay cool!"

-some business talk ensued -


this is the second random person i met who'd acknowledged my english accent


edit: wahai penduduk taman jaya anda boleh melayari gambar trip Port Dickson 17 - 19 Julai kat aku nye facebook:

It is a sad day for democracy. A very sad day indeed. I was very, VERY outraged by this faggotry. Teoh Beng Hock is dead and no one claims responsibility? Died? Inside MACC building? Hello.

Read my lips: NO FUCKING SIGN OF HIM COMMITTING SUICIDE! He was about to get married TODAY!

This is too much. Way too much. I, do not know whether this MACC interrogators simply do not have got brain or they really desperate to show other people that inside their head is actually empty, really empty without the physical complete structure of a human brain.

How do you know that in each every people's head there is a human being anatomy which all of us called brain? Yes, B-R-A-I-N? For anything that is hidden or cannot be seen, the possibility is it maybe exist and it maybe not.

So I guess these so-called MACC investigators surely so hard-up and desperate to show to the other Malaysian citizens that indeed there is no brain inside their head. For if they have, surely they will not act worse than Nazi interrogators grilling this poor young man from 5pm on Wednesday till 3.45am on Thursday morning.

Whether there is a provision under the law that a witness (not a suspect) to be grilled or interrogated for such a long period is another issue which I do not have the appetite to talk about it now.

BUT my question to MACC interrogators are:


Are you going to do the same if that young man was Khairy Jamaluddin whom even UMNO Disciplinary Board has found him guilty of money politics?

Why did you not interrogate Ali Rustam, at least for 10 minutes,(let alone nearly 12 long hours like this animal did to the late Teoh Beng Hoc), again whom UMNO Disciplinary Board has found him guilty of money politics? Why?

To all MACC interrogators let me remind you that your salary that you feed your children at home all this while are paid by using Malaysian taxpayers' money; this include the Late's Teoh tax money!! So why on earth your actions show that you have behaved like a political slave to your political masters in UMNO?

My heart goes out with the Late Teoh's family and his fiancee. I cannot imagine if this had happened to me. But I am positively sure my young small son and daughters will not rest even for a second until and unless my death is vindicated through whatever legal means necessary.

Nobody really understand why today in my office I cried silently but my tears visibly flowed from my eyes after seeing the above photo which shows the Late Teoh's body sprawled in a pool of blood on the roof of the building with a forensic police checking his body and upon reading the background story of his death.

Yes, indeed I,as a Muslim, cannot accept seeing my other fellow Malaysian brother and human being died like that. It is simply too much for me. To the late Teoh's family and fiancee, you are not alone. I silently cry with you too. Really.

- Teo was released at 4.00 AM?
- Is that the time to ask someone to go home, more so someone who was asked to help in an investogation? What were the numskulls doing to Teo until 4.00 AM?
- What is so urgent that they had to interrogate Teo till 4 AM?
- Couldn't whatever these numskulls were doing wait till the next day?
- Was Teo a terrorist and the country was at the brink of an attack that these coward criminals had to hold and interrogate Teo till 4AM?
- Nazri the moron asks us not to point to MACC. If MACC is not responsible for Teo's death, who else. They were the ones who took him to the the HQ. It was their responsibility to send him safely home , particularly as it was at 4 AM. Whether moron Nazri likes it or not, MACC is responsible for Teo's death and they will have to punished.
- There is also the other question - why was Teo killed?

And:

Very strange circumstances:
1. a person to be married tomorrow and is not even the accused committed suicide?
2. interrogated until 4.00am and allowed to loiter unsupervised in MACC office where all the sensitive documents on politicians, underworld figures and ministers are kept? Tell that to a kid.
3. he did not want to go home even he has his own car downstairs? Is MACC that cozy and comfortable until a person who has been interrogated for a straight 8 hours to the wee morning hours that he doesn't want to go home. Tomorrow was his wedding day and he doesn't want to go home to make preparations for the big day?
4. why was his clothing torn?
5. why was he on the opposite block of building when he died? If anything happens in MACC building would be too obvious isn't it? So was he brought to the next block of building and pushed down?
6. MACC deputy chief said he was not the accused but why was he interrogated like a criminal?
7. is it not strange that the great MACC has no CCTV as alleged by the deputy chief?
8. If he had jumped out of the window there was no crash sound or nobody has seen the body until 6-7 hours later?

It is very obvious that the MACC is the prosecution tools of the powers that be. Small amounts pertaining to the oppositions are investigated with haste while the big sharks are left free to roam the country. Why the MACC are not investigating the allocations of the previous selangor government when they squandered all within two months! Does it make sense after only one year into office the opposition government has more corruption cases than 52 years that BN is in power combined?

After this incident who would be safe if they cooperate with the MACC? The opposition should now adopt civil disobedience by not cooperating with the MACC as they cannot guarantee their safety. What ever they ask, don't give. Whenever they require to go to their office don't go. Let them haul you to court. Go to jail if required. Can the MACC succeed if thousands of people refuse to cooperate? Why cooperate with a farcical body to give it any form of credence?

It's time that the rakyat put their foot down on sham organisations like the PDRM and MACC or else they will behave like the notorious KGB or Nazi who will come in the night to take people away to protect the powers that be!

firstly I would like to welcome our new blog readers here. they secretly read this blog and distribute what I wrote in this piece of webspace into a fail gossip. which still falls under fail.



Last tuesday I went to Adobe Creative Festival, Live in Malaysia kat Sime Darby Convention Centre, Bukit Kiara. Masa registration, aku guna nama KRM. Biasalah, setiap Adobe event aku akan guna a bogus company name to cover up myself. Bukannye diorang check pon. See? lawa tak tag?


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so, yesterday i went out with my gf (name's a secret. you know who). she was en route going home from her second habitat, takin a transfer at puduraya. so, i was summoned by her. 5.27pm, i recieved the first sms:

"Dah smpai pudu raya."

lol kl citizens dont actually seperate the word pudu and raya just for fun. i was at that time, taking my asar prayers at a surau when suddenly my phone rang. i was like, OMG WTF should i do? rakaat ke-3 ni.. adoi kacau la. so i waited till the sms ringtone ends, solat mcm takde pape yg jadi. at that time when i was in the comfort zone, 5 seconds later my hp rang. SHIIIIIIT dahla ringtone aku hard rock -- singer: Monkey Steals The Peach.

*hard guitar riffing* OH! GONNA BE A GUITAR HEEEEEROOOOO!! WE FINALLY GOT OUR WAY!



...shit. 2 kali plak tu dia call. sabar siddiq sabar. habis je solat, chow ah dari surau tu. pakcik2 dah pandang aku semacam je adoii kene lagi aku.

seb baik aku masa tu bawak moto. senang nak kuar g KL. masuk loke yew je dah jem heh gasak ko arr sape yg bawak keta tu padan muka kene jem. sampai2 je, terus park kat puduraya, terus masuk kat dlm. tgk henpon, ada 2 sms. bawak moto laju sgt tadi, sampai x perasan sms kot hehe. dia bgtau dia kat P18. so.. aku pegila, slip through kedai makan. there was like, shitloads of people around here. biasalah, hari ahad kan. semua nak balik umah. i saw her, duduk tgh baca suratkhabar. pastu terpandang2 tv advertising tu. tgk balik muka dia, nampak garang semacam je. haha tunggu aku lama sgt la tu. so aku duduk la tepi, dok pandang tah ape tah dia buat. 2 minit lepastu, org dtg mintak order. so aku orderla teh ais. aku dok menghadap dia, lagila senang. i didnt expect she to turn around and find me, sbb ramai sgt org kat puduraya. i once sempat lagi pergi depan dia, stood for a couple of seconds, facing the shops buat2 mcm tgh carik someone, pastu patah balik. lulz dia still x pasan jgk.

last2 i sent her an sms: "Belah kanan"

she stood. she reach her handphone. she read the msg. put back her handphone. 2 secs later she turned her head facing me. haha hillarious.

ok I wont elaborate much of what happened on that day. short story:

- we went to Petaling Street's popular bookstore, bought some, what do u called it, some kind of decorative pin. she asked me to pick one design. tak perasan because the popular was playing Micheal Jackson's Thriller album. Precisely, "The Girl Is Mine". terus merajuk-! haha sorryla tak perasan le.
- pastu masa nak bayar plak, she put the plastic bag in front of the counter and knock the HELL out of the glass. two things happened here:
1- people was looking at me.
2- nasib baik kaca tu tak pecah.
the cashier didnt bother about us, tapi muka mcm bengang je. i apologized to him.
- kat tengah2 Petaling Street, dia boleh jatuhkan pin tu depan org ramai. pastu last2 sangkut pin tu kat beg aku. hamboih
- kat KFC dia buat perangai pijak kasut org haha.

tapi ape2 pon she's still the one. walau mcmana buruk, walau mcmana pon org ckp psl dia, i don't care. betul tak? hehe

to her: i know that you're reading this but sorryla can't expose your name here. nonono no way

Who is he anyway? you decide.


edit:
Anyway, I just found out that our Mi Goreng is actually famous throughout the world. What Mid Goreng? This mi goreng:

YES. THIS LITTLE MI GORENG.

I stumbled upon a thread made by our fellow /b/tards discussing about this product. Here's some of their says (lol most of them are trolling)

"try putting 2 packets of the sauces in. FUCK YEAR"
"WOOOH! mi goreng" - lol the first time i saw a malay language in /b/
"im a uni student and i am FUCKING ENTITLED TO SAY THIS SHIT IS GOOD!

OM NOM NOM!"
"I eat a packet of these every day that i am home. Shit is SO cash!"
"that stuff. is the most fucking amazing shit ever invented. I EAT YOU ON A REGULAR BASIS. you own me."

..and so on.....

most of the replies are from new zealands and the australian people, telling how much they like this piece of junk. lol they don't have any fried mee over there? diorang tak kenal megi lagi kot.

by the way, this is the american guy who bought this mi goreng packet on an asian market 2 days ago and, for the love of god, camwhoring about how they love this piece of shit on the very thread. you shall be famous here instead. look at the timestamp






































o_O

before I start my post: the song you're listening right now is my list of my favourite Micheal Jackson songs.

DEMAM PANAS. DEMAM PANAS PENING KEPALA ADOIII
from subuh onwards, i have a massive flu. i don't know how'd it get started but this:

yesterday 5/7/2009

approx. 2.00am - finished my last DoTA game. damn i was pwning the shit out of everyone because i had a maphack myself. i made it based on the ShadowFrench [link flol] maphack. extracted it last week. run garena with maphack: fails for the 3rd time. I'm a programmer, so I wont lost to this shit game filter (I swear to myself). decompiled it using PE explorer and changed all the strings that garena would like to use of. Compiled it. 5 mins later I'm in a game where I could see all units in the map (lolololol). Here's a screenshot of it:

ok enough of my pwnage, its time to sleep.

go bed.
take pillow.
wad do?

approx 6.00am - Woke up after my father decided to "do some math" because I should be the one who'll be Qamat-ing the prayers. Shit my eyes were so heavy. Took a shirt. Took the wudhu' and sat in front of the sejadah. Then my brother came.

Full of shizzle mo' sneezle. Sneezing like hell.

Oh shit I cant evade the sneezing because I'm on the first rakaat. Wat do? Solat like normal, trying my best not to start the grand opening sneeze. After solat he was doing an array of sequential sneezing and snorting for like, 1 set per minute.

Then, macam biasa-lah, Quran recital. I took 4 Hizbs, covering the rest of Surah Yusuf. For the love of god I actually sneezed for the first time. Oh shit I smell something very unfunny coming from my body. I quickly finish the recital, drank the Zam-Zam and went sleep.

ZZzzzz....

approx 12.00pm - HAHA I love to see the watch everytime I woke up in the weekends. Haha shit it was 12.00pm where I would miss the morning to-do list. But shit, I woke up with a strong headache. A very strong indeed. I was stranded on the bed for like, 10 mins feeling delusional and "WTF sakit gila kepala adoi" staring at the Naruto poster on my wall. Ah, maybe it was all your fault Shikamaru.

First task - buy lunch. My mother was away -- went to Pasir Puteh for an emergency kursus. My dad gave me 50 bucks so I can buy something to feed my dad, brother and sister (and me).

2.00pm - Syahmi texted me. We were supposed to go to lowyat that morning to buy a 2GB DDR3 SODIMM module for his new laptop. I asked him to wait in front of my house -- he appears within 4 mins of the call.

So we went to Lowyat. Shops we went:

Jayacom:
"Sorryla takde stok la bro. Kat Imbi plaza ada stok. Kalau nak kena tunggu 5 minit". I was like, WTF thanks jelah I rather go to another shop.

All IT Hypermarket:

Me: U ada jual SODIMM DDR3 2GB tak kat sini?
Technician 1: Err... u cuba tengok kat bahagian laptop sana tu.

What I saw was a table full of laptops. I even saw the inner table, there's no accessories there. Technician 1 was bullshitting me WTF. Went to the peripherals section:

Me: Halo. U ada jual memory module tak kat sini?
Technician 2: Adaa adaa.. u nak macamana punya RAM (lol they really need to learn the computer terminologies - I felt like living 10 years back where all people looks like real noobs when it comes to computer)
Me: SODIMM DDR3 2GB ada?
Technician 2: (thinks for a moment) SODIMM... itu laptop memory ka?
Me: Yesss ada tak uncle?
Technician 2: U cuba tengok kat laptop section. Sini tak ada lah.

I was like, WTF. I went to the laptop section and asks the Malay lady (NO YOU'RE NOT GEORGEOUS AT ALL)

Me: Ermm.. kat sini ada jual memory DDR3 tak?
Technician 3: Tak adalah.. sorry...

Was like.. WTF! Punyelah besar All-IT Hypermarket DDR3 pon takde jual ke?

Cycom:

"Habisss...."

CompuZone:

"Adaaaa.. RM113. Boleh?"

Shit this place was so much expensive than Jayacom. They offer me a RM103 bargain instead. We bought the module and went back home. Kat car park, Syahmi was like..

"Pasang kat Amal nak? (Restoran Al-Amal)"

WTF I smell a ridiculous idea who the HELL do a computer surgery at that open space mamak stall WARRRGHHHHARBLL

"Ok. Aku balik ambik skrudrebar dlu mat kalau ye pon"

Went back home, took the small phillips screwdrivers and went to the mamak. Haha baru 1st day guna laptop kitorang dah voidkan warranty dia. Mula2 we thought of pulling the warranty seal very slowly so we can attach it back. I gave the task to him and he screwed up. Haha.. so long warranty! The onlookers kept on staring at us like "WTF yang diorang buat tu kalau nak buat pon buatla kat rumah" while I was disassembling the laptop.

Job done. Went home.

Felt a strong headache. Solat. Sleep.

7.30pm - Shit my headache is worsening. Diorang dah start solat, aku baru nak masuk bilik mandi. Pening kepala punye pasal, termenung kat bilik mandi mcm org bodoh. Diorang baru nak start ngaji, aku baru habis mandi.

Mak balik.

Dressed up, solat and was stranded on my bed, reducing the effect of the headache. No one noticed me inside my room full of the agonizing pain made by the headache. I felt some pain in my bladder. Both bladder.

30 mins later I went out for dinner alone. They've finished their round of dinner lepas ngaji tadi.

After dinner, I can't move. Head was too heavy. Minds were disoriented. Can't even sleep at all.

My father noticed me at 1.00am outside my room tgh baring kat sofa. Dia tanye, demam ke? Aku jawab ye.. sbb dah tak larat dah. Bukak mata pon tak boleh. Menggigil sakan aku kat sofa tu tadi. Aku ckp kat dia "Ada panadol tak?" Biasenya bila aku tanye camtu dia gelakkan aku, tapi tadi dia terus pegi carik kat kotak ubat. Dia tanye "Paracetamol ni Panadol ke?" Aku dah tak larat dah....just boleh sebut a'ah.

Dia bagi aku sepapan paracetamol 500mg, pastu terus masuk tido.

Aku ni ha takleh tido, pening kepala sgt. Sejuk sgt kang mengigil badan. Panas sgt badan tak selesa. Baring, golek, golek, kelip2 mata, golek. Adoii takleh jadi.. bukak monitor. Tenung skrin. Bukak 4chan.

Hahaha /b/ kena raid arini.. Aku sebagai a part of anonymous, terus bukak thread. Carik sape punca dia. Diorang kata furfags kat this one site.. Bincang punye bincang, terus decide utk DDoS site tu. Aku bukakla LOIC aku, aim kat site tu. FIRIN MY LAZER. 10 minit lepas tu, the entire webhsot was down hahaha hensem tol kami ni ya. Termenung sket...teringat psl blog. Bukak blogger.com.

Blog.



Here I am, stranded with a flu, makin teruk by minute. I predict that tomorrow akan jadi lebih teruk. Any tips camne nak hilangkan demam ni?