English...

I have a blog which I named as Wandering Soul. I don't even know what's that suppose to mean. Wandering Soul is Semangat Merayau, Roh something like that. I don't know. I am not good at Bahasa Melayu or Bahasa Malaysia for what I care. Yeah. I am not that good in my English as well but I prefer English in writing or conversing. Easier that way. Is learning to speak in that American style of English speaking which is way more interesting than the boring British style of English speaking. Yeah. Sick right?

We speak English rojak at home. And the same goes to my girl. Actually, the whole family speaks English rojak. Let me see, my family, Pharal's family and Marcell's family that speaks English rojak. And then Pharal continues that tradition with his Devy and I'm with my Mary, not sure with Marcell though. So yeah. The English rojak tradition runs in the family.

So... some people thought us wanted to be some mat salleh wannabe, get a life, man. It's a family language, get your own. haha. Damn. So yeah. Kinda hard to find girls that can talk English rojak voluntary, I've found mine, Pharal found his. So...yeah. Let me finish with what our household sounds like.

Bah. This jak la I mok tulis. Where got apa-apa, suka mok org tgk ba.

Peace!

p/s: Come to our house and you guys can listen more on this.

Lights...

Mukah
SMK Lopeng Tengah
Cat
People
Adleine Marcia Along
Genting
Genting to the world
Genting
Church
Gal in church

Nothing to say now. Let the lights be the storyteller tonight. And yeah, The lights capturd here are from, DLSR, a regular compact and camera phone. I have more in my flash drive, my phone and my laptop. This is just some. So. enjoy!

Peace!

Options...

My mama always told me to keep my options open. I was young and I don't really know what does that mean. Talking about options, we men are given two options every single moment in this dreaded life. To do or no to do, to be or not to be, to go or not to go, to fight or not to fight and all the questions. All that matters is what, which, and how the option is made. Life is an option as well, to live it or not. You don't want, just die then.

Personally, I always make this bad options and all. Going to UPSI? At first, I do feel that going hre is one of the worse shit I have done other than being busted by cops for shit. Yeah. I was for from home, and then stuck in this small place alone with me, myself and I. So yeah, for now, it's a blessing for me to be here. Kinda. Since I will be stuck here for three long years, I gotta make full use of my time here then. Yeah. My stint here so far have opened my eyes on so many things. I now have that university student's kinda mentality. It's that mentality where everything that people do will be questioned and so forth. Yeah. To me anyways.

Kids, don't get yourself into a serious relationship first, aight? Like what my mama always told me, you must keep your options open. So yeah, keep your options open. I am not. I am in this relationship with Mary Silvana and is loving it. But then, when I am at UPSI, the very first day here, my mama told me again to keep my options open. So yeah, I just nodded and smiled knowing that won't happen. So... if I and her were to clash in the future, I am so dead. I ain't got no options available. Damn. So... kids, keep your options open k. I am trying now, which is failing. Damn.

Peace!

The Story of the Week.

Once upon a time, in the land of the enchanted Tanjung Malim, there is a guy named Adi went to this church AJK initiation ceremony. The day was 12th November 2010, which was Friday and yeah, it was Friday. So there he was, dressing sharp and on his neck was his phone. His ever so beloved Nokia C3. Yeah. After that initiation ceremony, he and his roomie, Matthew Entering went back to college to get their clothes and Matthew was grabbing his laptop so he can pound that PES game he has. Damn. Adi ain't diggin' that game at all maybe because he rather watch a real football than playing that football match. Yeah. It sounded wrong.

Anyways, I am not that good with third person point of view storytelling. So yeah, I slept at the church and all. Ate there, hung out there and all. Yeah. And... I was on the phone with my bestie from secondary school for like two hours something. Damn. I never got bored with that girl. haha. That bestie of mine? She belong to the name of Nur Azureen. Yeah. That girl is my homie. haha. Yeah. We hang out tight at school and till now. So... we Skyped, YMed and texted and called and all the stuff that besties do. We share secrets and stories and we are very talented in terms of ngumpat people. Yeah. So... she called and the reason we are able to speak for that two long hours was she got this free calls from Celcom. Like a week free call. Yeah. She called in like everyday just to talk and all. That's my bestie. We tight homes. Will talk more about this in later times.

The whole story of last week was... study, movies and games. yeah. Those three things are top. I studied. That was unbelievable. I studied. Whoots! I am not that kinda guy who studied for exams and all. Yeah. To think that I studied is a miracle. haha. Damn. I have nothing now.

Peace!

Labuan...

Venting session alright? Got some inside report that one highly educated and seemingly more advance lecturer from peninsular saying that the people from the peninsular are seemingly richer and advanced than us from Borneo. Now that is a bold claim ain't it? Well lecturer from the more advanced peninsular, screw you and your grandfather's balls man.

Did you really think that you and your seemingly advanced peninsular are richer than us? My my... I bet inside that more educated and advanced meat inside that skull of yours once thought that WE from Borneo lived in trees and cut people's head off. Well, what do think now ha bonehead? How you can even be a lecturer with that kind of fucked up mentality? Fucked up mentality and educating people with that little meat of yours won't earn any freaking respect from us you bonehead. You teach in Labuan, Kolej Matrikulasi Labuan, for pork's sakes, damn man. If you hate it there or anywhere in Borneo, you go pack your bags and fly home to your beloved semenanjung here. You piece of crap. I don't have the slightest of fuckin' respect at fuckin' all towards people like you.

Your money, the money that you claim is yours comes from Borneo especially okay? With Miri, Bintulu, Labuan, Kota Kinabalu, Sempoerna and all generating money and with some bad judgement, gave mostly to you guys without us saying a fuckin' thing. Hell, you would be jobless and scrapping shit from the sidewalks if you it is not for Borneo saving your ass from those kind of shit. And yet you said that shit. Screw you man. Oppss... Do you even understand English? I know you could, because you are freakingly more educated than us.

Peace!

Adi Zechariah Along...

Here I am... I am Adi Zechariah Along.

I am 18.

I love things Japanese. Most of it. Well 90% of it. The rest? Figure out.

I am an semi-otaku. Do semi-otaku exist?

Naruto, Slam Dunk, Gatekeeper, Vandread, Bleach, Yu Yu Hakusho, Gurren Lagan, Gensoumaden Saiyuki, Black Cat, Fullmetal Alchemist, Kekkaishi, Ranma 1/2, Pokemon, Digimon, and some more which I can't remember.

I love shinobis. They are my superheroes. Fascinated by them.

I always have this imagination that I am a shinobi myself.

I just don't know why I hate samurais and bushido.

I listen to Japanese songs. Mostly from the above animes.

I wish I can go to Japan.

I get annoyed by those who said watching animes and reading mangas as childish, immature, stupid, no life, boring and shit. Screw you!

I adore Transformers. Especially Decepticons!

I admire the Akatsuki. Evil is cool.

I think being the good guy is boring. The protagonists are boring. Anything good is boring.

I always got stuck in my own world.

I like being in the dark. The darker the better with only a single source of light enlighting my vision. Being in the bath of the warm sunlight makes me feel like I am some kind of a bloodsucking creature.

I just cannot cry or saddened by someone's death. All I can manage is staring at the face of the dead. Creepy.

I think death is... what death is.

I like to curse in Japanese in my subliminal mind. All thanks to Slam Dunk, Gensoumaden Saiyuki and that one anime I can't remember.

I feel that Lolitas are kinda creepy in a good way.

I noticed that lots of people are kinda hooked to Korean stuff. Damn. Koreans are boring as the pit of hell. I'll hook to Korean when hell freezes over. Which is NEVER. Pity the poseurs.

I like being sarcastic. I like sarcasms. Especially in Saiyuki. Being sarcastic kills people slowly.

I think I'll stop the Japanese thingy here.

I am so into easy listening recently. Jazzy, slowy kinda music.

I am a hip-hop poseur. Being like that since... let me see, since the birth of Too Phat and still a poseur until now.

I dig music based on guitars. Meaning, rock, metal, and all that. Except punk and all that trashy shit. I can't even listen to what they are singing or shouting or screaming.

I am recently listening to Iban songs. The newer Iban songs. Which has proper meanings and all.

I do listen to Hillsongs. Yeah.

I listen to cursive songs. Which contributes mainly to my cursive nature and in action sometimes. Hip-hop mainly. Not to say they are a bad influence, but rather a steam blower to my sometimes unpredictable and silent anger. Yeah. Damn, cliche.

I admit I listen to oldies. Everyone does. Don't they?

I wanted to play the piano. I wanted to play the guitar. I wanted to play the violin. But, I don't know why I can stuck to playing drums. Which is very opposite of the above instruments.

I find that playing the sape is kinda cool.

I also want to learn to play the Iban taboh.

I can listen to a song and imitate the drum beat in a matter of hours. Damn right?

I thank my best bud in primary school, Terrence Emang for introducing me to Limp Bizkit. And thanks to him, who introduces me to drumming. Since that, I can stop myself from drumming wherever I go.

I started air-drumming in my Standard Six. I started to hold a real drumstick in Form Four. Long years of practising. Thanks dear air!

I listen Norah Jones. I admit that. And Zee Avi, and Estrella and the list goes on.

I'll stop here on the musics.

I was born the 25th of February.

I am a Pisces. Same as my mama.

I have a girlfriend. Mary Silvana is her name. Been together with her since 11th May 2008. You count how long is that.

I love my Kancil. I won't let my parents sell the car!

Shit. What I am talking here?

I am a Christian. Roman-Catholic to be exact. I am not pious, I am not that good of a Christian but I am trying my best to follow His words wherever I can. And I am sticking only to this.

I hate it when people always condemn this religion of mine. Saying this, saying that. I believe in free speech. So, I am not attacking all the words back. I just take it as some kind of sick entertainment of mine. Also, I am not a fanatic or extremists or whatever. The extremists or radicals or whatever that I read in blogs or notes in Facebook no matter Christians, Moslems, Buddhists, Hindus, Baha'i or whatever there is, are stupids. That's my opinion. Deal with it.

I am weird. I love being called weird. I don't know why. Weird right?

I love midnight cruise in my Kancil.

I have this weird craving for sour stuff. Except some foods and drinks that I loathe.

I have always had this bad thought on Peninsular. I don't know. Irony that I am studying in Peninsular now.

I am a quiet person. Shit. Yeah right. Yeah. I Am a quiet person. Only when I am all alone or in any uncomfortable situation. And I love being quiet. I only get weird when I am with my close peeps.

I love being all alone. In the dark with either my laptop on or my on the phone with my girl.

I admit I am not a team player. I can work in team but I rather work alone if given the chance.

I like to capture light.

I don't even know myself well. I guess my girl knows me better. I'll stop here.

I like girls that are a little bit berisi, not too skinny or too thick. Yeah. I guess my girl is on that scale of berisi.

I think that girls with glasses, long hair, cute, t-shirt and jeans are hot. Damn. Girls that are simple can unexpectedly caught my eye. Girls that expose their bodies are just as my eye candy. A bit of flesh flashed is acceptable.

I'm into quiet mysterious girls. I don't know why.

I dig Kayan girls. Haha. But I got a Bidayuh and I am very grateful for that.

I reject girls that smoke on the very spot. Damn. Girls that smoke really looked like whore and fucked up little bitch. Yeah. I don't know censor no shit man. haha. I can tolerate girls that drink but not to the point of getting herself drunk.

I like looking at beautiful girls. Every male does. It shows how the Almighty really do have a fine taste.

I think girls that have fine taste at music are hot. Girls that stand true to what she likes and not follow the masses are hot. Yeah.

I am weird. I'll stop here.

Peace!

Brooke...

I meant to post this entry a few nights back but procrastination always got hold of me. Yeah. Excuses are my expertise.

Lets go straight to the point. The Brooke should come back to Sarawak and be our Rajah once more. Damn right? I know. I am weird and Weird is my middle name. Yeah, you guys can call me whatever you guys want for wanting some white Briton rule Sarawak. Damn.

Okay. Here's the thing. The History books that we used from the moment we enter secondary school till the end of Form 5 are all lies. Well, not to say lies, how to put this. Errm, Oh ya, the books are just really biased to the point of disgusting. Yeah. A little bit of exaggeration there. I don't know. The books never fails to tell us that the foreigners are here for bad reason and with the sole purpose of taking over the land. Yeah. And the books also never fails to make us think that we are holier than them in all ways. Yess.

So... I want the Brookes back in Sarawak mainly because they rule Sarawak just like what a ruler should. Yeah. Kinda. The local books despised these Rajahs, while foreign books regard them as heroes and all sort of good stuff. Yeah. I read foreign books on them as well. Yeah. In some ways, they are not that good. They manipulate people and and use them for their own purpose but later on, they loosen up and let the people to work with them and all. The divide and rule sucks. But all for the interest of the natives. In Power and Prowess: The Origin of Rajah Rule or something like that, kinda forgot the book's title, they stated that, the divide and rule scheme in which the method they used are just to protect the natives from the unfairness they will experience once they are exposed to the outside world. Yeah. That's one noble cause. But sooner or later, the natives joined them for the better cause of Sarawak.

To me personally, without the Brookes, Sarawak would not be Sarawak without the Brookes. Brooke brought changes to Sarawak beyond anyone expecting. And maybe if without the Brookes, Sarawak will still under Brunei's rule. The Brooke's are people friendly and they are very loving towards the people they rule under. They love Sarawak with their life and Sarawak would always be in their hearts for as long as they live. Charles Brooke for instant, he actually are able to speak the Iban language and the local dialects that are spoken in Sarawak. The people back then even said that he could rule a longhouse and become its tuai rumah. They are many personal letters sent by the Brookes to the officials in charge in Sarawak after their period of reign is over. Charles especially. The Brookes are not bad as what anyone always thought of. Once you read more, especially their personal letters to their officials in Sarawak, you would know how deep is their love for Sarawak. The people back then loved the Brookes. During the cession of Sarawak to the United Kingdom, there street protests and there is even anti-cession movement to stop this. Yeah. I asked my friend just now, Diana, of what her grandparents think of the Brookes, not to my surprise, they said that the Brookes are good people and are just in their administration. I have never seen up to this point in my life where the leaders ever really profess their love for the place that they rule like the Brookes does. My heart goes out to the Brookes.

God bless their soul. Amen.

Long live Rajah Brooke!

An Ode to Pork...

Pork...

You come in variety of shapes and sizes, tastes and textures,

You tastes good in anyway you are done,

The whole world is just crazy about you,

And yet there you are, never short of supply to satisfy the needs of the people,

People call you names, diss you, discard you,

But never am I, I am always there for you to satisfy me,

I even have a special name for you, I call you:

Mr. Porky Pork.

Damn, I thank God for creating you,

You make me complete, I just cannot see life without you,

How boring life would be without pork,

For Mr. Porky Pork would even make the fussiest eaters eat,

That is the power of pork,

Thank you mama papa for giving us pork to eat when we are still young,

Now I know the value of pork when pork is kinda limited,

Oh pork,

My papa cooks the best pork,

His sweet stewed pork, his pork soup, his pork masak kicap, and all that he has ever created,

I miss his cooking and I am sure gonna inherit the cooking,

I will learn to cook pork and pass it on to my children later,

Pork,

You bond people and families,

You make people sit down and talk and enjoy you at the same time,

Pork,

Thank you...

Night and the nights before...

Finally, after last night's sleep, I was feeling the best and all. Yeah. I got my proper human sleep last night compared to the nights before which is totally fucked up. Damn. Several nights before, it was due to some light insomnia I had. Then, it snowballed from there. Woots!

Yeah. That is how I looked like several nights before. Damn that looks ugly. And I am ugly which makes crap look good. Yeah. I am writing crap now as I say. Anyway, after that one sleepless night, or rather, I slept quite so very late, which is 5 something the morning. That is kinda late, right? Yeah. So... it snowballed from there. Yeah. I did repeat that, didn't I?haha

First, I was playing Assassin's Creed alone in my room, then my roommate brought me to one of peep's room which is on 7th floor. My house is on the 6th floor. Yeah. So we just berandau and talk about lots of dude's stuff which is kinda cliche and typical guy talk. Minus the personal craps and all.

Yeah. It looked like above. Kinda. Of course, minus the beers and all. I am the youngest in the pack, so, I must be the one in that orange shirt. haha. Yeah. So we minus the beers but we plus what all of us loved in common, Mr. Pork. Yeah. haha. So, it's a healthy hanging out with some dudes playing PES and there I am, going online on my new beloved Nokia C3. Yes.

So... it was vampire's night routine for all of us since last week and I managed to get a mortal's night sleep last night, hence the title above. Yeah.

Peace!