Schizophrenic Me...

I am schizophrenic. I admit that. Yes. Ever since I was a little boy, I have this little voice in me that always tell me to do this or that. Since I am a little boy, that little voice is called as an imaginary friend. Adults really don't give a shit about imaginary friends. As long you're not crying and shit, they will be not bothered at all about this imaginary friend of a little child. Life as a little kid is wonderful. Yeah~

Now I am 19 this year, I still have this imaginary friend. Yups. With that voice in my head, I can do lots of stuff and without knowing that I have done it. Yeah. A schizo possesses dual personalities and I believe I posses two. Trust me. I know me. I can be that crazy and a moment later I will be quiet and just listen to the songs in my phone. One moment I can be that serious only minutes later got laughing again. yeah. What can I say. Weird~~

And my cheerful personality is a dude that loves to shop. Yes. Give me 100 bucks and I can give you 50 cents change in, let's say, 10 minutes? Yeah. I am crazy for white tees. Shoes? Watches? Caps? Yeah. 100 bucks won't buy that kind of stuffs. Damn. Let's see...

Are you a shopaholic quiz.

1. When you pass the mall, you...

• Drive right by. Need to keep to a budget!
• Get the shakes. Must... resist...
• Trick question. I never "pass" it. I always just go!

2. How much time do you spend shopping per month?

• Not a whole lot. 5 mins on Amazon max.
• A little much. Beats studying!
• Can't take too long. Must get back to shopping!

3. Your merchandise of choice?

• Only small necessary items. Like nail polish. LOLZ
• Shoes, shoes and more shoes.
• Whatever you got!

4. The people at Claire's and Old Navy...

• Would be shocked if they saw me there.
• Always treat me like a queen.
• Know me by first name!

5. When it comes to credit cards, your parents...

• Trust me not to bankrupt them.
• Only let me use in EMERGENCIES (like "50% off" sales).
• Cut me off a long time ago. But I memorized the numbers!

6. When you LEAVE the mall, you...

• Are satisfied with all the awesome purchases.
• Feel the urge to go back, just for one more, plz!!!
• Start sobbing uncontrollably as I'm forcefully escorted away by the mall by friends.

RESULT?

SHOPZILLA IN THE MAKING

We wouldn't say you're totally ADDICTED to shopping, but you def like a good bargain. And who doesn't! When you see a cute dress or those shoes you once saw Selena wear, you GOTTA have it. And even a way-too-stingy allowance won't stop you. Go for it, girlfriend!

What? Haha. That's what the other personality is. After that shopping bonanza, I would lie down and just stare at the things I bought. Questions would pop here and there and I would feel guilty after all those shopping. Damn right? How I wish my other personality is book freak kinda person. Yeah. Don't care pun. haha. Owh ya... I took the test which is for females, but my other personality would help me translating it to male's stuff. Yeah. Shit man~

Anyway... I have this wanting of wanna be a superhero. Until now. I would lie in the bed before sleep and I would imagine myself as a ninja. What? Yeah. NINJA. So what? haha. Ninjas are cool and they kill and no one would know who did it. haha. I love the bad guys rather than the boring good guys like Ustaz Amirul or Cicakman. haha. Gotcha~ And if you guys caught me using all black for that particular day, don't mess with me. I am on my ninja mode that time! I will look around like a tiger stalking his prey, will be alert like a mamba, and fast as a snake. Damn! haha

That's it. I have run out of ideas. I swear a lot.

Peace!

p/s- I miss my toys. Mama... can I buy some more toys for me to play with my friends?

Agenda of an underaged university student...

Whew! How can I put this? I am like so glued to the monitor and post endless crappy status on my Facebook account Blerghh~ Sundays is always boring without the beach or the car or a girl for that matter. Random shit titles also sounds crap when you're bored.

So...

I didn't went for mass this morning. Yeah. I woke up around 12.30 like that and kinda fucked my head a little bit. Damn~ Kiss the teddy and switched on the laptop straight away. Looked around my part of the room which is kinda disorganized and all. I call this kinda mess as an organized mess. Yeah. I don't know. I like it this way maybe because I know shit is even when shit is like so messed up and all. The bad words are my habit as well.

I seriously write this entry out of boredom. yeah. Let's see....hurm...

Owh ya... I like to post shit status updates.

1.If humans evolve from apes, then our cousins would be the primates of the world. If humans are created from dust or clay, so... does that mean our cousin would be dusts on the fan propeller or labu sayong? Haha. Damn~

2.Weirdness never ends. It gets better the older you get.

3.How could you call me weird? I am better than weird itself.

4.I am so like using shoe lace now. Damn. Looks cool. Yeah!

5.Blogging. A sick hobby where you can laugh and smile by yourself. And feel good about it.

6.The Trinity can diumpamakan as Nescafe 3-in-1. Yeah. Cool~

7.I gotta admit this. Admit what?

8.Sundays is always boring without the beach.

P/S- Boredom brings out the best in clay made by the Creator.

Strict Manifestation of Nothingness II...

Damn. I have really nothing to talk about. All my ideas are lost in the jungle of this little hideous looking meat inside my unbalance and all holed out bones which consists of two bone components to chew nutrients that is needed in this not so tall, weird looking, and almost-going-boroi body. Damn. See? I have really nothing to say. Hurgh~

So... this week is like so fun! I love butthurting and trolling! Haha. People are so like crazy sensitive when you know what to say. Yeah. I pity them and yet they are my main source of sick entertainment. What? Yeah. All about the end of the world and I got this crazy thought by saying these guys are effing paranoid. BOOM! Stupids come to action and all their pathetic butthurting is so like funny. Enough! Haha.

I dig street wear rather than this gay looking so over complicated sweat inducing styles that most dudes in UPSI are digging to. Yeah. UPSI. haha. Damn straight right? Yeah. I don't know. I just cannot follow this type of sophisticated-gay looking style, owh ya, metrosexual for short. I am so very far from that shit. I wear what I want and all. I love looking different from people and plus, it's comfortable beyond compare and shit. yeah. The cursing starts.

So... let's see. This are things I won't wear. Till... like ever!

1. Pointy shoes. What? They looked like some elf's shoes got stolen and put on human's feet. And... Who's butt you are going to kick anyway? Some more elves? haha.

2. Vests. yeah. These dudes lives in a iklim sederhana kinda climate and they ARE acceptable to wear that as their daily shit. But? Malaysian or Asian or any countries near the equatorial line love to wear vests. Why? They love to sweat. Seriously. They love to sweat that they would love wear these under the scorching sun. Yeah. Don't believe me? Go to UPSI and watched these dudes sweat and torture themselves. Yeah.

3. Dudes in cardigans. Do I need to repeat myself? Leave these to the ladies aight?

4. These brands and more. Yeah. I need not to say more. POSEUR.

Haha. Those above? Shit right? I would smile by myself when I looked at these Asian dudes sport these kinda looks even under the skin torching heat.

Want to know what I wear? I can be spotted in there kinda wears.

Yeah. Please invert the colours of the Air Force. You will get mine. Yeah.

So that's it. Strict manifestation of nothingness is closed to rest.

p/s- Admit it. One weird life form is enough to bring all the eyes to one spot. What?

Idiocy, Rationality and KHAR cheap sales...

Yeah. So the guys and I were hanging out at the KHAR cheap sales galore on the ground floor. We bought stuffs and watch Allah's creation pondering around. So yeah... we were buying KFC aka Kelantan Freid Chicklen ( That's how it's actually spelled!) Giggled myself when knowing that I took so long to realise the mistake in spelling, on purpose or not, I don't care.

Then came this several dudes handing out flyers, serbanistas with their serban off, talking to people what the flyer was all about. One of them handed it to one of my homeboys, so, he took it 'cause it looked kinda attractive. At first, I don't really care. Yeah. It's just a flyer for fuck's sake. But then, I caught a glimpse of a dead kid on the poster, my mind suddenly rewinds and I remembered that I once looked at this thing which I don't know what it's called. These things bore the images of Palestinians suffering in the hands of the Zionist regime, so, upon looking at the flyer, I remembered those things before. I asked for the flyer and how shocked I was! It's a montage of world's famous brands, all powerful and full influence! Yes! I thought it was some promotion or some kind. But then... I was disappointed and all. Yeah. I was swearing at the poster, calling it bullshit and so very irrational. Yeah. Here's the flyer.

So... Let's see... Pathetic? People, this brands are the brands that we Malaysians cannot live without. I swear I had called this flyer as bullshit idiot. Seriously. I don't want to say much. It shows here. I myself were shocked to see all these brands grouped together to be boycotted. How immature. Palestine is like so spoon-fed I guess. Nevermind that... What I really thought as stupid now becomes more stupider and getting worse by the moment.

How can we live without these brands? Maggi, Pepsi, Nescafe and all that stuff. We Malaysians are depending on these brands to survive in this beloved country of ours. Maggi and Milo or Nescafe is like the staple food for Malaysians and it implies more towards varsity and college students or unmarried single people. You boycott this, the whole country will collapse.

What's the point of doing all this? I guess that's what typical Malaysians are made of, their busybody nature. Doing all this for the other country yet our own country is like so fucked up. Yeah. Why don't you guys donate some to Sabah and Sarawak? We ain't go no electricity in some of the villages, man. And I ain't talking bout the interior. The point is, look at your family first rather than looking after some unknown wilayah. Yes.

Ehh? Israel is not real ehh? Then how come this products made their way in the marketplace? Some bunian produce this stuffs and throw the shit to Israelites? haha. Funny overreacting Malaysians. haha.

I didn't see any Facebook logo here. Oopps. Facebook is made by an American. Not Israelites. Yes. American Jewish. haha. Hypocrite. Really.

So... that's yesterday's story. Today, in the afternoon I suppose, I was browsing along the last remaining stalls at KHAR after I got attendance taken. So... there I was, walking slowly and looking at the stuffs that I had seen like several hundred times before when I decided to stop by at a book stall next to some women's fake jewelery. Armed with my pokerface and the name Adi, I looked at the books and magazines and all. Yeah. Funny titles and ridiculous stories are the name of the game. Yeah. Got the pics. A proof of Malaysian comedy.

Now that is so very informational. The books here are for sell and to be read by the students of the university. *applause* How can these books be released? Ask the Publishing Acts people. This is an act of sedition to confuse the Moslems I suppose? Jewish's agenda to take over the world? Freemason Movement? This is like a bit too much for ordinary Malaysians to handle. Arab wannabes and serbanistas would really love these kinds of stupid books. Yeah. I would love to see these people make a fool out of themselves. But, what the hell right? It's their choice to make a fool outta themselves.

How 'bout this?

Why is this? Yeah. ignorance is a bliss but this is too ignorant I suppose. But, what the hell right? Fear brings the stupid in humans. haha. That is some random quote right there. Why so scared? I don't know. I am not. These things shouldn't be afraid of, heck, these books should have never been printed in the first place. This shows the lack of iman and paranoia of the things yet unknown. I am never offended by the books, heck, I have seen worse. At first, we do wanted to retaliate but what's the use? Plus, I believe in freedom of speech, so... Yeah. Publish all you want and I will be laughing at the back.

My pops told me that, believe in your faith and the rest will just be history. So... Yeah. Honestly, I am not that religious at all. I go to mass when I want, pray when I feel like it and all that. I seem to trust more in archaeological evidence, physical evidence to be precise, and I tend to search thoroughly before making a conclusion. Those books? yeah. Paranoia is really bad for the health. Trust me. And! Paranoia will only imprison us in the world of fear and what will be left in us if there is only paranoia and blind faith?

Shit right? Malaysians are getting more paranoid of things that is not there. Why? The lack of faith I assume. yeah.

Boycott. If you guys really wanted to defend Palestine and not support Yahudi laknatullah, throw out all the brands in the stores and all. See whether your business will last more than two months. If the business really lasts, you have my salute and I will not talk about this anymore. Seriously.

 I think the flyer forgot to mention this outlet as one of the brands that should be boycotted altogether. Dah la nama outlet pun ciplak. Kang kena saman padan muka.

p/s: Paranoia brings the stupid in people. Blind faith brings out the worse in people.

Peace! 

Disantiestablishmentarianism...

It has been 19 years since I had been 'out' into this world and is still enjoying it. Yes. Been through much trials and tribulation as a student and a member of my family. And I talk random now. And title? Learned it in today's Writing Skills class. That is one hell of a crazy word up there.

Let me see, I suddenly wanted to blog about my childhood. Haha. Okay okay. Here goes. My first stint at education was in Tadika Kemas, Tatau. A small peaceful town where everyone knew each other and life was easy and slow. During my time at Tatau, there was only one kindergarten and it was Tadika Kemas. I remembered the tadika was behind a huge masjid and it was gloomy for a small child like me to enter a place unknown to me before. Being helpless and innocent (exaggeration alert!), I was crying and kicking and screaming and thrashing all over the place. For more info, ask my mama. According to her, I was like possessed in the first two weeks of tadika-ing. Things start to slow down after that. I went to tadika like usual and enjoys school like the rest of the kids. Interesting was, I learned to say bismillah before we were to eat during recess. Haha. Being kids, we were to do what we were being told. So, our teacher told us to lift our hands and say the bismillah. At that time I did not know that she was talking to my Muslim friends and she instructed them to do what she said. I followed what she said and continue to do so for quite some times. haha. Funny things happened when you do not understand simple instructions.haha. After I showed my parents that I know to say the bismillah, they simply laughed and told me that was only for the Muslims and as a Catholic, I should do the sign of the cross. So yeah, after that, everytime before we have our recess, my friends and I who are Catholics would do the sign of the cross while our Muslim friends would recite the bismillah and all is good. We were having a great time back then and I missed that time. Found my very first best buddies, Along and I forgot who's the other one, there were three of us, the Bujang Lapok of Tadika Kemas Tatau. yeah. Kinda wondering where are them right now. Whatever laa.

I really missed my time at Tatau. It was peaceful, and really peaceful. My sister and I have our ayah there. He is my father's friend and is quiet close with my papa. I don't remember why my sister and I called him ayah. Maybe because his son called him ayah, so we followed suit. Yeah. There at Tatau, I was a runner-up for the Bayi Sihat contest. I was two at that time and in the picture, I was like, so sihat.  Whatever laa.

My second year at kindergarten, I had my tadika-ing at St. Joseph's kindergarten. There, I learned how to catch grasshoppers, run in the field and lie on the grass. This kindergarten is in Miri and still stands proudly there. Only my sister and I had our tadika-ing there. In that kindergarten we had learned how to speak chinese and write and count in chinese. I never managed to get good results in that. haha. Yeah. Whatever. Writing the chinese characters were hard. haha. Plus, our homeroom teacher was really strict and that had made me scared of her. Thanks to my stint in that kindergarten, I am still able to talk little chinese with my friends. yeah.

I don't know what to say next. Damn.

Peace!

p/s: Did I said I also learned a bit if jawi while in Tatau?haha!

Language, guys and kedai mamak...

Some guy came to our table at the kedai makan somewhere in Tanjung Malim.

Dude: As- Salamu Alaykum~ (based on a National Geographic's journalist's article, From the West Bank)

Moi: Wa Alaykum-us-Salam. *homeboys startled*

Dude: Nie kami nak bagi satu borang soal selidik, nak mintak sedare-sedare tolong isikan ehh?

Moi: Boleh-boleh. *Smiling*

After the dude left, the homeboys asked why do I replied him like that just now, I simply said,

 Moi: It's just a language. It's okay to reply like that.

*Weird look given*

Yeah. So... I am used to these kinds of faces and all. No matter, language is not owned by people yah? So... in Malaysia, only the Muslims are allowed to speak Arabic and that's final. Yeah right. Like I care. First and foremost, Arabic is a language spoken by the Arabs no matter what religion or race or background they are from. Simply put, it's like Bahasa Malaysia and the language is spoken by all people form various identities and all. No one owned language and language is free for all to learn or listen or whatever shit they wanted to do with it. Yeah. 

Sometimes I just cannot understand that these Arab wannabes wanted all for their own. Like PLEASE~ Language is not yours yeah? Often people will apologise to me when their said their salam to me. I don't mind actually, I can reply. Hell, As- Salamu Alaykum means 'Peace be upon you', not replying means that I am not in good terms with that specific kind of people right? Yeah. Logically thinking, what I am saying here is true, right? Even when the Chinese said 'ni hao ma?' or whatever they are saying, I will try to reply them in their own language. Am I right? I got this kind of enlightenment when my pops said the same thing like what I said above. So yeah, pops and kid is now on the same kind of mentality. Don't care. I wanted to learn Hebrew if I could. Even Arabic. What the hell? Better to know a bit than nothing right? Yeah. And... Is it so wrong to reply in Arabic? My great aunt told me its salah to speak in Arabic. Like, ' what the hell?' Out of respect, I just nodded knowing that it's not salah to speak Arabic.

It's ok. 'Peace be upon you' in Hebrew sounds similar too. Shalom aleichem. Hehe. So yeah. Arab wannabes! Beware! I can speak Hebrew too!haha... If these serbanistas suddenly barked at me for replying their salam, I can just said...

*imagined situation*

Serbanistas: As- Salamu Alaykum!

Moi: Aleichem Shalom!

Serbanistas: Hey! It's wrong for you to said that! Masha- Allah! 

Moi: What? I replied to you in Hebrew okay? F- you man.

*like it's going to happen right?haha*

Language is just language. Not more than that. It will and always will stay that way. Yeah.

Guys are males. And males are creatures full of testosterone and one hell of an egomaniac beast. Yeah. For you who listens to Bob Marley's 'No Women, No Cry', you guys are in the shit. That song is only fit for guys who love their women dearly and she only.

'No Women, No Cry' is a Jamaican slang which means, 'No women, Don't cry', or simply put, jangan menangis kaum Hawa.  Just like that.

'No Woman, No Cry' is a romantic song from a husband to his beloved wife. It's a song about a husband who works for his beloved wife and wishes her to stay strong and be by his side be hard times or vice versa. He wanted his wife to stop crying and and be strong and all. It's a romantic song ok? Here's a chunk of the song's lyrics.

'Then we would cook cornmeal porridge,
Of which I'll share with you;
My feet is my only carriage,
So I've got to push on through'

I think that is so sweet of him to his wife. It's not a song where you can fuck your women and leave her on the bed all by herself. I love women and I kinda don't have respect dudes who treat women like some toys.

I still remembered last year during my orientation in KHAR, a kolej kediaman made for UPSI's students. There was this guy who looked down on women so much that he disses them in front of their face. Damn. I was really pissed off, silently, at this guy. I don't even remembered his name. Most of the dudes supported him and I am the only one not cheering together with the rest. he said that women were weak and and guys can crush them anytime. Like 'wow'. I wondered...is his mum a dude? He can diss women as easy as he said 'hi' to his species. Damn. This guy's parents are gays I assume. Yeah.

Women are beautiful. I love watching beautiful women. It shows that the Almighty have a great taste in finer things in life. Yeah. We dudes without women are just like a living doll, just admit it. Even the strictest of serbanistas will also fall for beautiful women. Yeah. I am a supporter of Girl Power, and I know girls can kick ass as powerful as dudes do. I thank God for women! Yes!

Kedai mamak? They are random. 

So....

Shalom aleichem and long live Girl Power!

Peace!

Monday and the blues...

Monday blues hit me hard today. Damn. Classes were torturing, and worse, they start at 8 a.m. Hurgh.

Honestly, the classes were great, just the times are not that great. The classes were enjoyable, at least to me, and I enjoyed listening to assignment tasks. Which is the second time after Dr. Che Ton asked us to design a poster, which is like centuries ago and that is exaggerating.

The thing is... my laptop is seriously in trouble and I don't know what the heck happened to her. The night before I was playing and Counter Strike: Source and all was okay till I tried to switch it on after my Grammar 2 class lecture. All hope was lost. I called my friend told her that my laptop was in serious trouble. Damn. I felt down. My laptop is my life after my girl. Damn. Talking about Monday blues.

With a little knowledge I had in computerizing, I entered the laptop's main boot system and worked some stuffs inside there. Thank God that it worked. Barely. Hurgh. This Monday is maybe the worse yet. Argh! Monday Blues sucks!

Peace!

Sundays and Laziness...

Come Sunday, Christians and Jews (probably), will go to churches and synagogues and pay their respects to their maker and give thanks for the air that they're breathing each day. Yeah. People from all walks of life will take their breaks on Sundays and just enjoy this blessed day. Why am I getting all worked up this Sunday morning? I don't know. I missed the Mass intentionally due to unaccepted reason of waking up late padahal the alarm screams at 8.30 a.m. So yeah. Nevermind. I will come next week for the mass and pray. Yes.

Time flies so fast. Without me knowing, it's already Sunday and my first week in second semester is drawing to a close in most glamorous ways. Yeah. Ways. Surprisingly, I didn't have the slightest bit of rindu towards my hometown. Maybe I had prepared myself subliminally for all this shit. Maybe. I WILL get hit by that homesickness disease in no time. Trust me.

I miss this.

Yeah. The beers, the girls, the visitors and the foods. Not too late to wish right? Merry Christmas and a happy new year!

Peace!

Strict Manifestation of Nothingness...

Now... That is one very ultimate random title. I hate the 'untitled' status, so I better off put very random, meaningless titles. Yeah. A year passed since I last updated this little meaningless blog of mine. Yeah. I mean it when I said one year had passed since I last updated this baby. Last update for this blog was 2010 and it's 2011 now. Lots and lots happened and yeah, I slowly grow during that duration of time. Damn.

I noticed that I grow up quite rather so slow compared to the others. I mean, last December, I bought myself a Beyblade. Beyblade is top toy from the 'Beyblade' anime. So. I bought it and played it with my brothers. So yeah, I grow up so slow. I still want cool toys, and all that childish stuffs. I sometimes wondered myself, 'am I really a firstborn among my siblings?' 'Cause, one of my brother, Avit, I can see that he is so much matured than me during his age. He's in Form One and he is much more matured than me in lots of matter, especially in decision making and chores I perhaps. During his age, I maybe still played with toys and whatever kids were doing at that time. So yeah, I guess I made my brother grow up a bit too fast yeah? Who cares, it's good for him in the long run.

Yeah. I grow up slowly. REPETITION ALERT!! See? Lalala. Being childish is enjoyable. What's so cool about pretending to grow up and so mature and all? I don't think it's cool at all. But yeah, age really plays that role of hypocrisy and all. I guess I am still in that immature class. Don't care. I dream like a child, I still like superheroes, I love cartoons, I love making a fool of myself and making others pissed off. Kids do that don't they? I still wished that I have some kind of superpower so I can kick the bad guy's butt. Damn.

I am a Semester Two student of Diploma in English course now. How fast time flies. Last year taught me lots of great stuffs, be it bad or good.

Last year had been good and a very blessed one for me. Let me see... The things that 2010 had taught me:

1. The values of money.- You don't work, you don't eat. Simple maths.

2. The values of beauty.- I took beauty for granted for all my life, but I began to appreciate that beauty is God's way for his creation to blow off steam and just enjoy the beauty of life itself.

3. The values of a guy's tears.- Okay. I admit, I cried for my girl when she was off for her National Service. Of course I didn't let the tears fell in front of her, what a shame right? So I did the right thing, I cried in the car. Mature right? I cried and drive at the same time. Damn. That shows, even the toughest of guys would cry for the women he loves. I know. I cried.

4. The values of being independent.- My stint in UPSI here taught me to be independent. Slowly. This is my first time I am so far away from my parents for longer period of time. The longest before this was one week, compared to what I had last year, one week is nothing.

5. The values of whatever values.- 2010 really had been a great teacher. I myself is very different from who I was the last few years. yeah.

Yeah... Out of words.

Peace!

p/s: Having a blur eyesight would really be a great gift for me this year. I am expecting the worse for this semester, Arghh...