unfriendly competition.

hello ppl... its been a week or so since my last blog. i do intend to write as soon as i get sumthing to write on, so if u r act following the progress of my blog, tq, n check back often.

first i'd like to say ive got no specific topic dis time. erm, its been a somewhat routine week for me. lets go straight to the highlights of the week...

tests. yes, tests. the thing students fear the most. no matter how prepared you think you are or how UNprepared you think you are, tests can surprise u. i had my engineering gfx(autocad stuff) n my meb(material n energy balance) test dis week. d eg test, not so good lah, i couldnt finish on time due to some careless mistakes... so typical of me. well, i am who i am, nothing left to do but to learn from ur mistakes... n d meb,.... the perfect word to describe it is disastrous or perhaps catastrophic. yes, strong words.. if there was a test dat was considered 2 b d hardest, dis one would probably be it for now. d thing bout meb is, no matter how much u study, u cant really say wuts goin to come out.. theres so many ways dat d questions can be twisted n manipulated. so even if u think uve covered everything, dont b so confident... damn. i really studied for this one. granted, i didnt do dat many exercises, but still, i had d basics, i studied to the very last word. no example in d notes dat i didnt understand. hell, i even corrected d errors in d notes itself! well, better luck next time i guess.. oh yeah, my asasi test.. asasi meaning asuhan ajaran islam or sumtin like dat... huhuhu. dis is one test dat i practically did NOT study for. haha. n d test expects me to know d translation of surah al ikhlas n al ma'un... hahaha. in times of crisis, drastic measures need to be taken... tpaksa la tiru. haha. tak tiru mmg fail, sia2 je sem ni. im not proud of it, but u gotta do wut u gotta do...

okay, enuf bout d tests. wut else ek? oh yeah, it seems dat i possess an ability dat not everyone has. well, my mother likes to call it being nocturnal, or for u guys dat do not know d meaning of d word, to b active in d nite, to sleep during d day. hehe. jadi kelawar la, in plain melayu pasar language.. ntah la, not quite sure why i take it for granted, probably bcoz in my family, except for my mother, everyone else sleeps real late(my dad, my brother n myself). only here in utp did i realise, dat ppl's appearance change like hell when they dont get enuf sleep or when they dont sleep early. serious shit! haha. sorry for d language. ppl dat may seem cute as a kitten in d day, may look like a bulldog at nite! haha. i did not know dat. seriously. d thing dat made me notice is here in utp, every monday we have to finish our lab reports rite, n dis thing takes like hours to finish, and seeing how my group usually starts doin the thing at 10 or 11, its bound to finish at 3 or 4 am... so, my lab partners, their appearance changes drastically at nite! haha. kind of like the werewolf thing, but without d murderous rampage and thirst for blood. haha. their eyes turn bloodshot and moist, their faces seem to lack the radiance it has in d daytime, n they dont seem as cheerful as usual. of cos, to me dis is weird, bcoz theres no diff in my appearance regardless of the time, except for maybe the bags under my eyes, n maybe i yawn a lot.. hehe. perhaps the staying-up-late-at-nite thing is hereditary, my dad is also nocturnal. like father, like son, they say. hehe.

dis week also, i was invited(more like forced) to attend a half-day workshop on hiv n aids awareness.. hehe. it was compulsory, but at least you get 7 bucks n free tea break, so wut the hell.. so when i first got there, the first thing i realised is dat i forgot my earphones... i planned on bringing them with me, bcoz i anticipated d workshop to be as boring as watching grass grow.. hehe. surprisingly, it wasnt boring at all.. it was quite fun, and at the same time educational. at least now i know how not to get infected with aids.. hehe.

n finally, i've saved d sumwhat best (or not) for last. me and the guys here are starting to get hooked on dota these days. no, dota is not a new kind of drug, in case sum1 is wondering, its a computer game.. actually, im not really sure i should be writing this, it might make matters worse, but wut the heck, i dont mean to offend.. so back to the story, wut happened was dat one of the guys didnt fancy losing too much. apparently dis guy takes d game too seriously.. n too make matters a bit more uncomfortable for me, i was on the winning side n it wudnt b too much to say dat i was d one responsible for d other sides loss. okay, so wut im writing next is absolutely THEORETICAL, purely based on my observations and assumptions k. jz to clarify the situation. after d game ended, d guy locks his room and logs off the gtalk, not allowing us to congregate after a game, like we always do, and when i cntct d guy using another chat room, he suddenly logs off. so from dat i ASSUME he's pissed with me. moving on,he doesnt unlock his room until in the morning when someone bangs on the door. seeing the door unlocked, i stood in front of the room,jz to see if he's really upset, or my crazy mind makin up crazy assumptions again. apparently, after approximately 3 seconds standing 1 feet from the door, i saw what seemed like a kick from the guy, slamming the door, indirectly in my face. again, dis is another assumption of mine, when u slam the door on sumone, u're not juz pissed with dat sumone, u're friggin PISSED OFF with dat sumone. hell, i could barely see where d guy was when he kicked the damn door. maybe he caught my scent and reflex actions caused him to kick the door.. haha. who knows... 

lets just state for the record here dat im starting to get a bit pissed myself.. for one thing, IT'S A COMPUTER GAME! for goodness sake, get a hold of yourself. when sumone wins, sumone's bound to lose. bak kata org melayu, menang kalah adat permainan, takut kalah jangan main... hehe, ok, so i made the last part up, but still, its true..

~*i act wrote a whole lot more crap in this part, but considering the fact dat he's still my fren, no need to criticize(? not sure if dis is d rite word 2 use..) him too much..*~

to the guy dat im referring to, u know who u r, no hard feelings la ek? after all, ni sume assumptions ak je. xsmstinyer btl. kalo slh ak mntk maaf la, kot ak sj dajal ko ke dlm game kn. tp jgn ler terasa, game semata2, men utk sonok, bkn utk gaduh.. well, maybe gaduh tu buat sonok, tp gaduh dlm game ok, gaduh kt luar x ok... haha.

i think dat pretty much sums up all d highlights of my week. not exactly dat interesting i guess, but definitely more interesting than watching grass grow. haha. till next time, chow. its 7 35 am, n ak xtdo lagi. not bcoz i ve been writing dis blog, but bcoz i was playing dota... the addiction begins. haha. klah, to finalise dis blog, im goin to tell u guys wut im goin to do exactly after dis.

"so why don't we, sleep all week, sleep all day, sleep all week, sleep all day, over, and over..."

jason mraz. one of my fav artists. chow.

security trouble...!

fuh! blog aku dh cecah ke post yg kedua... n to think ppl act read it.. hehe.

so... wut to write for this one.. well, to be honest, i was thinkin bout writin bout my trip to kl recently, but then, i figured, byk sgt ke bleh tulis, n apa la sgt nk ditulis... still, i intend to slip in some bits bout d trip... it was fun! i really enjoyed myself... dh lama xmelepak.. sronok ah...

ok, enough meandering...(not sure im using  dis word correctly.. nvrmnd.) the thing i want to talk bout is bout the pak guard's n mak guard's of todays universities... forgive me if i offend anyone in this blog, but ive got to say it lah.. seriously.

the thing dat got me writing bout these ppl is what happened during my stay at kl. my frens n i where bout to go home from a certain university in the city... then we got stopped at the gate by these pak guards lah... unfortunate for us, my fren dat was driving left his wallet home, together with all his id(ic, matrix card, licence..) and more unfortunate for us, the guards were having what my fren said was their "ops sikap".. hehe. we were brought to the ketua pak guard due to the 'seriousness' of our 'crimes'...

so we tried reasoning with him, in other words, trying not to get fined lah. hehe. we explained to him, it was unintentional, accident, tak sengaja, dat my fren left his wallet at home... but NOOOO, this cocky bastard (sorry for saying dis, dats how i feel bout u en ketua pak guard...) had all sorts of rebuttals for every single word that came out of our mouths... damn... he was saying things like "awak ni dh xd ic, saya anggap awak ni pendatang je, suruh polis angkut" to "kalo nak bagi no matriks, siapa2 boleh, org kat luar pn boleh, SAYA pun bleh bg no matriks!!", to my personal favorite, "awak jangan nak ajar saya macam mana nak buat keje!! saya tau la nak buat macam mana!".... damn.. the nerve of this bastard...

okay, so maybe if we were damn rude like " hoi pak guard, ske ati aku la nk bwk ke tak ic aku, lesen aku, ko bapak aku ke?",(haha), then we certainly deserve the thrashing dat we got... tp, mslhnyer, my fren was bloody polite! i kid u not. he was, for lack of a more polite word that shows how polite he was,  bloody polite! haha. ironic isnt it? how an impolite word is used to express ones politeness? ok.. enough digressing, (tq ibs for d meaning of d word..., not sure if its rite 2 use it dis way though..) back to the topic at hand... my fren was ... polite. he politely explained how he left his wallet, n how it is his fault, but NOOO, the bastard still had to treat us like shit.. it was as if we were suspects of a serial killing or something! damn it man! what did i ever do to you?  WHAT!!? NO, ive never met your daughter, nor have i ever done anything to her! hehe. kidding...

nehow, after being treated like serial killers, we were directed to the guy dats actually in charge of writing the fines... i think it would be unfair not to state dat this guard was quite okay... he wasnt rude at all. we still tried to talk our way out of getting the fine, but he was much cooler than the bastard that we talked with in the first place... he kind of like said that it is our fault in the first place, for being so careless... aiseh. so we were, or at least so my fren was.. hehe. the way he said it to us, is acceptable.. its logical. he wasnt too lenient, yet he wasnt treating us like dirt. he treats us with the degree of respect that normal human beings would give to one another, even though we were on the wrong side of the law.... to me, dats wat made us cool down, we didnt argue as much as we did with the first dude... so you see, it pays to be nice, even though sum bastards like en ketua pak guard will stay bastard-like no matter how polite you are... neways, the 2nd guard was even kind enough to give us a discount on the fines... according to the ketua pak guard, we could get a rm 150 fine for dat nite alone if im not mistaken, tp dis 2nd guy only gave us a rm20 fine... well, fair enough..hehe

so dat was pretty much it. and so what i want to say is, how ppl can be so rude, so caught up in their title, no matter how small it is... im not sure if i potrayed the rudeness of this ketua pak guard, but he was very rude. VERY RUDE in my book. so, why is it that he could not be polite? i mean, if he was as polite to us as we were polite to him, we couldve settled the matter a lot sooner.. dont you agree? but what is it that makes him so rude? was it because he thought dat he was the ketua of all the pak guards, he has a right to be rude? ive got news for you buddy, we're university students! out of the 3 ppl dat u thrashed dat nite, 2 were scholars! we're actually paid to study! n only god knows what we'll become after we graduate, but we sure as hell wouldn't want to be a pak guard, not even a ketua pak guard! you dont see us treating you like some low-life do you? so learn a little humility my very proud ketua pak guard....

or maybe some ppl are just plain rude... or perhaps they teach you to be rude to students in 'pak guard training camp'.... ntah la, i guess we'll never know. but my father once said, it never hurts to be nice... in my opinion, its not entirely true, sumtimes ppl step on your head when ur too nice, but most of the time, its better to be nice...

okay, we're nearing the end of my 2nd blog entry... firstly, i would like to apologise to anyone dats offended by my writing, im not saying dat all pak guards are like this, but like the malay proverb, kerana nila setitik rosak susu sebelanga, and so far ive yet to meet any nice pakguard, excluding the one that gave us the discount.. tq 2 u en pak guard baik, may the fat bastard learn a thing or two from you... 2nd, i'd like to thank my frenz, hehe, tq lah psl sudi melepak dgn saya... lepas lah gian aku nk melepak.. huhu. bebiler free aku dtg lagi! hehe. n finally, to the ketua pak guard, tlajak perahu bleh berundur, tlajak kereta bleh reverse, tlajak kata2, nak undur xleh, nak reverse pun xbleh... Allah sahaja dapat membalas 'jasa' tuan...

wokeh! the final paragraph! erm, sorry if my blog is too long! hehe. im not askin neone to read it nehow, nk baca, baca, xnk xp, xksh. jz a way for me to express myself. to illustrate the world in my own words. to make others see life,as i see it..., hence the title of the blog... :P

chow!

My so-called friends....

Well, i've been waiting for the perfect day to start the blog, and finally the day has come.. It's currently 2.58 am, and i woke up from my nap at 1.30.. and for no reason, i was happy.. probably mamai kot. haha. i went to have a chat wif my frens, then i went out to get some food.... its a beautiful nite, btw, the moon is full and shining bright, and the clouds seem to be complimenting the moon's beauty rather than blocking my view of it, and then it hit me, its time.. haha. u guys have no idea how long ive waited to write this blog... n oh yeah, ak nk tulis dlm english, along the way, improve my english...

neways, ive been meaning to write whats been bottled up for sum time now... its bout my frens.. my so-called frens. where to start... erm, lets start by asking ourselves this question, what are frens neway? at what point do we call sumone our fren? and do frens stay frens forever? is frenship measured by how often u cntct ur fren? or does the term "a fren in need is a fren indeed" apply here? maybe at the end of this post we'll find out eh?

the thing that made me think bout all dis is i havent been contacting my frens so often these days, n vice versa. so it got me thinking, jz bcoz i dont see them so often these days, am i no longer their fren? or is it bcoz now that they've got a new bunch of buddies, the old ones no longer have any significance to them? i get real pissed, real sad sumtimes, coz when i do cntct them, they dont seem to respond...

i try to think positive, probably they're bz or bz wif their gf/bf, dats usually the case, but then, ckp rojak sket ek, kalo ak dh cntct tu, at least have the decency to reply la... wud it kill u to waste 1 sen/sms(depending on ur service provider) jz to keep in touch with n old fren? so i said to myself, why bother man... jz leave them alone n deal with it...

if i were to write my blog then, u guys wud be seein a lot more stuff u probably wudnt like very much, after all, who the hell else wud be reading all this stuff(assuming that ppl will read this stuff.. haha) other than my so-called frens.. but then, after cooling off, i thought back, am i a gud fren? i mean, sure, my frens basically nvr cntct me nemore, but do i cntct them? practically never. and do i deserve to be reciprocated when i do cntct them?  looking back, i may have been a nice fren overall, but at some times, i can be a real pain in the ... neck. hehe. no doubt that sumtimes, my frens cant stand me.. haha. sy sedar siapa saya. so, maybe these moments made the biggest impression, it overcame the part when i was a good fren.. hmm....

neways, i tried again to cntct my frens.. some of them at least.. and when they do respond, they seem to be frenly enuf, jz like d old days.. huhu. sum ppl, even though i rarely ever cntct them, n so do they, i cnsider them to be one of my closest frens..hmm..more things to think about, to ponder on....

as i near the end of my first post on this blog, i ask myself again, what are frens? do old frens become obsolete as new ones come? is the strength of friendship inversely proportional to time and distance and number of sms/calls exchanged? (the chem engineer talking... haha)... so, heres the answer, or my answer at least. frens r ppl dat r thr 4 u, even when ur a real jerk, when u never cntct them, even when it looks as if he/she barely remembers u ever existed on this earth, when u really need them, they will be there for u. dat is my definition of a fren.. so, is everyone i hang out with a fren of mine? maybe... i cant tell. only time will tell. but i sure hope so. like i said to a fren of mine, i value my frens... when ur frens with yasin, ur frens for life, theoretically speaking la.. hehe. so, sorry for bein a jerk sumtimes ek kkwn ku... or maybe all the time? hehe. sorry bout dat as well. i am who i am.

so, here it is.. the final paragraph. hehe. jz a little bit more.... i once said in my profile, frens are like ice cream, u have 2 enjoy them b4 they melt... its not entirely true, i realise now. frens r like.. like wut eh... like... ntah la. can u really compare ur frens wit sumtin else...? they're one of a kind... klah geng. chow.