Saturday, October 30, 2004

For you member of the public

I know, this is literally how jobless I am. All dosed up with drugs here.. panadol, antibiotic, some 'bengkak' medicine which taste like yurckkk... I wouldnt even begine to tell you how disgusting they taste like. But I am feeling kinda mallow now... druged up you see. Weird, when I was on weed (a lifetime experience only kay) I felt so hyped up, laughed till there werent anymore things to laugh at, and I still kept laughing. Haidar, my pet bro actually told me: I will come down and join your chat, when you are done laughing. He was scared and he was clean you see.

I just got a lil carried away... back to the point now. Sorry people. Kays, I have a hit point of how many people actually hit my blog to read it. So up till now, I know there are jobless people out there reading my trash.. so I will keep on writing. My life is probably ordinary. I tell you when it wont be ordinary, when I have done 5 years of working and I will start my own business of this trading and someday, me and my baby, can buy an island and dont have to work anymore... that is the day, my life wont be ordinary. A wee bit too big of a dream for a lil me. Oh well, gotta start somewhere, innit?

Anyways, Sorry guys, got carried away again... i cant help myself people. There is a lot to say. What I wanna say is, you guys are allowed to comment on my posts. Yea.. you can. I wont sue for it. Even if you wanna say mean things... I am kinda used to it. Ppl used to be mean to me. And so that is why I turn out to be mean as well. Bad childhood? Maybe... ehhehehe It is easy, blaming it on our childhood for crime these days. And get away with it. SOme mental instituition or something. Oh well...

The point is, I like response, and you guys wanna say what I am saying is crap.. then GO AHEAD. Bring out that nice unbalanced balls of yours and comment me. That is if you still have any, the BALLS i mean...

No offence, or take it in the comments section. U know U want to now that I have challenged you...

This one's For You Gal

We met during our first year at uni. I was having a massive jetlag attack and the voices I heard from the room next to mine, was just unbearable. Oh God, will you guys just shut the gap for a moment. That was my first impression on Sherrie Hunney (at that time she was called mate, which i thought sounded like mek, as in the nicks they called kelantan chiqs, no offence hunz).

I had a boyfriend at that time, which I constantly missed, which turn out to be just a waste of my precious time, money and money... and effort and there is money again. So there goes my first year of experiencing UK, missing Msia for this NO-GOOD-UNSCRUPLOUS-NOW-WORKING-IN-BATA boyfirend.

Sherrie and I, we werent close during our first year, due to well, I just thought she was like this Head Girl in my college during my A-s. Stuck up, bitchy, always thought she was rite, and always wanted to lead, ignorant that a leader must not only lead but to be a follower as well. So we were never friends then.

Second year came, I dont know why, but we all moved into the same house. Yea, Sherrie and I. We both sorta had a problem with another housemate (dont wanna get too deep into that one), but basically, that was the reason that brought us together. I came back to Msia, found out the boyfriend was cheating on me, that lying bastard. Came back to UK, to resume what's left of my life and heart, at that time.

Sherrie was there for me. We then became partners in crime. The time comes and we needed our 5 mins break, I would join her in her room, which actually leads to the lawn. And there, we talked about life, family back home and the stars as well. Everyday, this went on, the lil 5 minutes everyday, became 5 minutes every hour. And in that 5 minutes, a friendship was built.

I had this major crush on this senior, which in the end turn out to be black. That was the point in life, I had to make the biggest choice in life... my best mate, or the guy I love? They were both hating each other's gutts and I was stuck in the middle. I chose..I chose Sherrie, turned out sherrie was rite. In the end, I found out some nasty things about him I wouldnt wanna disclosed, as he might be reading this... who knows that nosy fella?

Third year came, I killed my love for that guy by working.. sherrie soon followed. That was where sherrie got this 'sherrie' name.. I gave her that one. It also soon resumed to be her clubbing name. We hit the Works (best club in birmingham) every friday, without fail. Had some escapades to our advantages. Or else, we would hit the couch watching friday nite porn. Or else, we'd play catching... or movies, or some decent nite out. Sherrie was all beauty and brains, she always had tonnes of guys asking her out. And she never left me out. I was her official chaperon.

And we soon graduated. She's now with Petronas. I found my baby through her. And she is now engaged, and sooo in love. And me and my baby are goin strong. I will let you in a lil secret... he will come in for merisik this raya.. it is when he will bring his parents to meet mine and put a lil ring on my finger. Sort of a way to say, he book me now. And we'll get engaged in June, insya allah.

I believe, that what I am today is because of her in a way. When I was feeling like trash, there she was giving hope. And now we are both moving on to another phase in our lives. Basically, it was with her, I became confident, and she had some cool beauty tips to come with her advises and words of wisdom. She is the bestest mate anyone could have. She is loveliest housemate anyone could even begin to hope for, I miss her Monica-like character. We arent housemates anymore. But the memories still stay with me, all that wacky stuff. And I would like to just Thank her.

And Sherrie, I love you. Best mate ever.

One MC afternoon

Sitting here at home feeling bored. Yea, i am glad that I have this chance to rest now, but it's a bloody friday. I am suppose to go for this social event with my office mates, but since I cant bring along my partner (apparently he isnt family.. well, NOT YET!), therefore.. I am not goin. Instead I'll go for another one, my friend is haveing a BBQ party. It'll be more fun. There will be a booze and flow of alcohol, however, it is fasting month. Hence, I'll just sit back and be happy with my glass of Coke.

Oh, just in case, I'm having the worst sore throat in the history, to the extend I cant swallow. So damn it. I had my throat painted though yesterday. That was the weirdest experience ever. But the doctor assured me, if I had it once, I will want it the next time. The truth is, i didnt feel a thing. Probably it is because I smoke a ton, my throat has a layer of nicotine covering it or something, I know, sounds scary innit?

I actually wanted to write about my bestest mate ever, but if I wrote about her.. it'll probably take a whole lifetime of blog pages to come where we are now. However, I thought, after all the censorship I will have to go through to actually publish this for u public to read it, yea... It will be enough for just 1 post (imagine all the undisclosed things we have done).

P/S: Check out the next post for more coverage on Nadia's Best Mate.. Sherrie Hunney.

Wednesday, October 27, 2004

NO... Not the TRAIN again!

Every morning when the time strucks 7.10am, and I will have that nitemare of goin tru what I go tru every morning without fail, unless I have a reason to bond with my Lurve Machine: WLJ 8020.

So yesterday came when I encountered one of those horny old bastards. It was jam pack at the LRT station, KL Sentral stop. It is like that every morn. I swear they need to do something about it. Maybe add more carriages or something... it's ridiculous. In the next 2 years, the whole system will be just crap. Brimming with overflow of people. Already the road systems are bad... not the trains man...

Anyways, so I was queueing up for the next LRT (alreaddy missed 4) to come and I had this old bastard on my back.. I kept turning to look at him, even pushed his shoes a bit. And he was sooooo daft to see I was asking him to move it. It was early in the morn, and I was rushing. Enough with that, I didnt need this okay. So I just turned and I said: Encik, tolong kebelakang skit. Tima kasih. And of course I said it in my bitchiest tone I could give. He moved and never wanted to stand near me. I bet he felt ashamed. Yea, there was like 20 other ppl who could hear me, unless they are deaf or something.

Moral of the story: Come guys, enaf with the harrasing alreaddy. Go home to your wives... or else go pay for it. And my lurve machine: WLJ 8020, he got assaulted as well, someone tried to rip his booth key hole. And that pissed the shit out of me. There aint anything in my CAR dudes. Beat it!

Tuesday, October 26, 2004

Surprise or Be Surprised?!

I bet most of you would say the usual: Be Surprised!!! Not me though... I always shy away from gifts, it was something my mother taught me, never to take unless she said so. Of course, then I was a kid. But as I was growing up, I still had that habit of declining. I believed, that kinda messed with my ego and confidence as an adolescent too. But as I learnt what a mean, mean world we are living in today, I learnt to fight. Maybe that is why, I am this iron-like girl.

Never could do that 'twirling-with-my pigtail' in front of blokes I had crush on. Instead, I would actually diss them. Oh well, life taught me otherwise as the years were catching up. You sorta get the hang of it, I guess.

Anyways, back to the point: I prefer suprising. I love to just watch the expression of those I have just pleased and that look in their eyes, that is my reward. As a token of appreciation. Yeah, I know, what nonsense? You will not know it, till you see it for yourself.

Yesterday was baby's birthday and I had a small party for him. I think at the end of the day, I was more joyful and happy than he was. I guess, I saw it in his eyes. Naf said.

Friday, October 22, 2004

Stressed, Overworked, Underpaid and Broke

Subject says it all... And I am annoyed, tryin my best NOT TO SMOKE... fasting and all jammed up in my head.

I am giving my boyfriend a real hard time, but he's still standing by me. I cant even begin to understand me. I am annoyed, mostly on myself, because I cant be one of them brainy dudes to work in the UK like I wanted to. I guess 2:2 doesnt get you anywhere.

I dont hate the place I work or the ppl I work with, but at times, when it gets hectic, like when a project dateline is around the corner (like TOMORROW!) and we havent gotten results, everyone's just acting B14CH (esp me!).

I need to fag. That's what I need and a whole good session of head banging or rumba to calm myself to the USUAL Nadia. The nice wabba fe$h looking one. I have been not very nice to ppl around me, and they are wondering why? That coz I am not a patient gal, and fasting is about patience and so I am not the best player here (fasting sense).

Alrity folks, I better get back to work before I end up dead by the dateline

Wednesday, October 20, 2004

Dead 'Robin'

The 'Robin Hood' of India is dead. Yes! Koose Muniswamy Veerapan, the Man Behind 120 murders in India, also the most wanted criminal. Some ppl idolize him coz he robbed to give to the poor. I know someone who even used his picture (with the pubic-like-looking mustache) for his Friendster. Wonder what he'll think when he sees this guys dead pics. I saw them on YAHOO! Apparently, Robin had his brain blown out, and his eyes.. well, his eyes is now fish food.

I have no idea why I wrote this today, probably is one of my many giberrish thoughts... the usual me.

Hectic day, my brains all jammed up. Time to go home, relax, eat, smoke, sh*t and shower. Then go find a nice apartment for my baby. Yes! He's moving to Kajang from Subang! Yippeeee!

Bad Strategies Lead To Bad Outcome

Craps... today I am gonna be truthful about how normal ppl 'try' to work out life, or would I say... the Malaysian ways.

I studied overseas, I am not being proud or what the malays call 'bongkak' but I am neither 'bodoh sombong'. Many ppl I know, the ones I come in contact with are one way or another, bodo sombong. Hello?! Who are we kidding here? Firstly, if they are guys, they refuse to accept defeat from a woman. They tend to find smart woman intimidating, because of their autocratic manners. Are we still living in the days Hitler ruled?

And the worst thing is, they cant except a girl's opinion, even if it is a good one, or the right one. See... since they are the guys, man they HAVE to always be right, see...

Lets have it here, today, I had this encounter whereby an experiment we were doing were'nt working. It is simple to say, that, IT IS NOT FEASIBLE! Maybe UK trained me to see simple things like that easily, I dont know. Anyways, what is worst is, though we are still dwelling on it, increasing dosage and stuff, yea fine with me, it aint my money goin down the bloody drain. What is worst is that it was WRONG for me to come up with a back-up. It was WRONG for me to just state the clear. Like unfolding the truth. It was just WRONG.

Any how, we are still waiting for results, and I just know it AINT working folks. Well, I swear if this was a war strategy my company came up with, I am not goin for war, what's the point dying for free?

Lesson for today:
  • Guys, chill out on the ego, it's okay if you are brilliant, but it is SO-NOT-OKAY when you just look silly and I am laughing inside
  • Always, think of the worst case scenario, which will lead to BACKUP (have u heard of such thing?)

And if u need some tips, please switch on the TV and watch Apprentice for some guidance, maybe on life and life management as well...

If this is harsh, then, too bad, U ARE ONE OF THEM 'bodo sombong' guys


Tuesday, October 19, 2004

Feathers In The Wind

Been awhile since I signed out some of my giberrish thoughts. I have been trouble writting, no the thoughts are there.. just that it is fasting month and all... but I did mention it previously, that I am human after all.

I have lately just finished reading "The Catcher In The Rye" by JD Salinger and I was a lil bit disappointed with the ending. Maybe he's not as adventures as me I guess. Man, if I was him, I would actually go the dream of becoming the 'catcher in the rye'. That came from some dead man's poem by the way folks.

But for those who hate books or reading in general, got a problem with the world yesterday (book was published in 1945) and today.. you ought to go get this book. It's a good start up, honest! And it's not US whereby if you borrowed this very book from the library, your identity will be sent for scrutinizing. Apparently, that bloke who was accused of killing Kennedy, Ostwald, yea, he used to carry this book wherever he went (who told me that?!), so it's suppose to be an issue if you were a lil curious to read about this 17 year old boy called Holden Caulfield. Now where did that come from? Knowing US and all it's speculations they have made to wreck countries, I am not suprised, if Bush woke up one morning and decided this whole plot. Only, he was still a kid then. But I wouldnt be suprised if they insisted that the theory is right still!

Anyways, ppl, this his book is sold proudly at Kinokinuya, KLCC. That is where I got mine! So happy reading people!

Note: Not a geek, but train rides just kill me if I dont do anything abt it!

Saturday, October 16, 2004

Ramadhan Al-Mubarak

And here comes Ramadhan, everyone's all vibed up to do their part of good deed for the year. And yes, I'll try my best as well. No occasional b%$!hing about ppl. Shhsshh!

However, I feel kinda left out, in the sense that it is the FIRST day of fasting and I cant carry out my part to do my fasting deed. Not that I wouldnt. Just couldnt. It is the time of the month for me. I was however awaken by my sister when she went down for sahur. I do wish I could join them, though it is annoying, having to eat while you are still hanging about La-La land. But yea... it is fun.

I havent figure this one out. But been wondering.. why am I able to fast only if I know ppl around me are doin it? It's like I cant fast if I am alone doing it. Maybe I am not a strong willed person when it comes this sorta religious sense.

But hey, credits to me, I am trying MY VERY BEST. And I aint complaining...

Slamat berpose people! And do yourself a favour. Shower yourself with good deeds this month... and that means no b&!ching, not even about Sharifah Aini getting herself beaten up and injected by nasty stuff... (I'm still trying really hard)

Thursday, October 14, 2004

Meow...

Did I mention to you I have cats, yea... like 5 of them, 2 chickens and there used to be a turtle but I decided not deprived it from nature, meaning sex and stuff. So I let him go in some jungle like habitat. I also have a couple of sherbet foxes that visits our house once in a while. I practically live in a farm at my place!

Anyways, as the subject matter is, I would discuss about my cats... Five of them, named:
  • Baby a.k.a. mama
  • Soxymulsion (I love calling her that, she's actually called SufySox)
  • Mohd Neo (that one is my fav)
  • Fantacy (Tacy for short)
  • And last but not least... there's the 7kgs ARROW, our version of Garfield (he does really weigh that much)

And so that my chickies dont feel deprive of me not mentioning their names in here (I try to be fair), they are called Atan & Minah (my mom calls minah, tina though... short for betina)

Oh well, these cats of mine, they are my pride and joy. They keep me happy, and at times, when I get really depressed like I am in the pitts of this world, I talk to them. Of course when nobody is looking. I dont want you to think I am some kinda freak or anything. And for some reason, they turn out to be the best listeners I have ever talked to. You ought to try it yourself. Does help. Speaking from experience.

Funny but only Arrow is allowed into the house and sleeps with my sister and I. That is because he is toilet trained. This Arrow is quite a character. He eats like 24-7. I dont remember him refusing food. And that explains his weight. He dreams and have nitemares at nite, just like us. And wakes up crying. Then when you give him this pet on his back and tell it's ok, he'll fall back to sleep. And when I wake up to go to work, he starts his day by the unfriendly gesture of picking a fight with the other orange cat down the road.

I just recently heard that my cousin's cat, Bubbles, just been diagnosed of diabetes. And this cat has to go down to the vet every now and then to get its insulin jab. Poor lil kitty I would say. So having heard that, my mom and I are both worried that Arrow might be having heart problems and stuff like Bubbles just got. Considering his weight and all... he's got high chances.

Today I am just being all fuzzy. I get this feeling when I feel safe. And with my cats I do. They are my bestest friend, though I try to ignore them most of the time. But trust me, sometimes, when I get those shitty days at work, you know what I am talking about if you are working, I get home, and I have Neo, just come up to me and meow me a very sweet 'HI!' with a msg good to see you. And he does that rolling about the ground, exposing his cute hairy tummy... that is just so beautiful and makes me feel like the most loved person in the whole wide world.

Man... suddenly I need to go home and give him a nice warm kish and stroke his ear a lil. I miss him.

Happy thoughts for the day!


Wednesday, October 13, 2004

Reality TV

I have recently understood the meaning of life... what is it? Okay, this is gonna get a lil controversial for some of you, but I believe in freedom of speech and if you think I am goin against whatever religious believes, then to Hell wit ya mate! Have a nice day.

This is my perception on life and I am oh so very proud to be the founder of this thought. I do believe in God, I am a Muslim, still trying to live up to it, though I find it hard.

Just shut your mind for a bit and hear me out. So here goes...

On the day Adam was created marked the realisation of God's boredom with all that he have already created, angels and what not. You guys watched the series Dark Angel? Yeay the one with the Angelina Jolie looking babe in it. Sure thought so. Anyways, we are like his perfect experiment, the X5. We, the humans turn out to be the smartest, the ones with not only a mind, but a soul and a heart. We feel... we need... and we desire... Adam, God's X5, was His pride and joy, till Lucifer (the angel of darkness a.k.a. the Devil today) didnt wanna establish this new 'toy' God created. Hence, the day God parished Lucifer from Heaven, which also became the day Lucifer vowed to bring Adam and his children (us, DUH!) towards darkness. Ahhh... no wonder we are so screwed up. Now u see it?

Somehow, any perfect experiment that is being created all has it's flaws, just like the X5, somehow they learnt to retaliate, so did we. Somehow along the line, here we are all screwed up. We hear war, children and women dying. Terrorism, and what not.

So, that is life mates, LIFE is the biggest Reality TV, mind you God's Reality TV and we carry the main character in it. So when we were born, we were mould by other characters in it to choose what we play: The Hero or The Villain. We are His little toys that entertain him. And once in a while when he gets bored with our routine-like life, he initiates interesting events like Turnado and Flood, just to probably remind us of His existance, so we are reminded of our Maker. So that is what life is about, you guys out there still figuring what the hell life is about... it is about being the best character whatever we chose to be. As for me, I choose to be the complicated, attitude chiq all guys get intimidated and all annoyed about. Unless, you are that unique type of guy that is willing to see what is beneath than just the bitchy girl you see. See, I still hate their guts, the guys I mean... still amazed how my Mr X manage to sweep me off my feet.

This stuff is hard to absord, now lets all have a cookie...

Tuesday, October 12, 2004

All Fair In Love & War

That is my fav quote. It is true in a way... when we commit to love, there is a point when we meet Mr/Ms X. And then suddenly this Mr X (in my case of course), and he suddenly become a significant being in life, unplanned or planned (depending on individuals), and in my case, after being hurt times and times again, I finally learnt... that LOVE IS A CURSE. So one nite I prayed to God, so that I can feel no more, but only to be loved by someone tremendously. Then that nite, my dream came true... that is why they say... "Becareful Of What U Wish For". In my case, it applies so well...

When I met my Mr X, he was fantastic, we just connected so well, the person who came up with the Nokia advert will feel challenged. Anyway, here goes... when I met him, I couldnt feel no more. Guys were all pricks to me, and I fought my feelings, though he was just there... giving and giving and never stop giving in though I was being the biggest *toot* in the whole world to him. I fought my feelings so strong, and somehow, I just gave in, YES.. I do love this guy and he deserves it.

SOmehow, that tragedy that hit me before, hurt me till what was left of my broken heart was just ashes and dust. However, beautiful he was, he managed to instill the word 'love' again, paint the preety pinks in my once black and red life. And though all that, the past is still haunting me down, like a hunter with a bazooka...

Now he is someone so significant to my life, but I didnt feel as much as I could have felt, all coz of that nite, that very nite when I cried to myself and prayed for my 'talent' to love so deeply, unconditionally to be banished in the depths of my soul where I would not go again. And because of that I am always and still stuck in my past.

What confuses me is that, though we have what we want in life, there is something just pulling us back from it. I had a friend who was feeling just as what I felt and she told me: "It is weird Nadz, how you can have love, but you wouldnt let go of your past, and here I am still waiting for my man, only I am scared to move". It made me think for awhile... why do we do this to ourselves?

This is dedicated to my Man to be and he knows who he is... you have loved me despite of my condition, you have given me you heart and soul, knowing you might not have it in return, but here you are, still standing by me. How you have held me times and times again as I begun to fall like the leaves of Autumn, and because of that shall I stand by you at all times. I would never betray your love, the biggest gift you have given to me... your faithful heart. And you shall have it in return with time... stay by me, and we pray together that I will have back my heart and the talent of me to love you again... Thanx for waiting by me knowing you might be at the losing end of this love that we fight for.

Notice the beautiful soft pink I have chosen for the colour of the fonts, that is how sweet your love is to me and you will always be... my loved one, for all time. We'll be hand-in-hand.. fighting for this love we have initiated on the 2nd of December 2003, when we met at our crossroads. You who will own the reign but we'll hold it together, as we sit side by side on our ride to discovering this life together.

And I do love you sayang...

Monday, October 11, 2004

The Girl Called Nadia

The girl called Nadia, I dont know whether it is a bliss or a curse being me... I'm successful, I know where I am heading to, in the next 10 years to come. I probably have what all girls my age would want, the brains and the beauty (not self proclaimed!), the sweet boyfriend, the ever trusting friends. The humor... the fun... but still... still there is something missing... I dont know what it is.

Everyone out there wants to find the true meaning to this life. Not me, I have found the meaning to this life, and it is ugly ppl, even how beautiful it gets, it still have it's blemishes, it's black traces in it, like the everlasting diamond being sold at tiffany's. What I want to find out is, why must there be this blemishes? And how must we overcome it? Were we placed on Earth by God, just as an experiment to his ever great creations? Or were we just his piece of 'slave to time'-overcome material?

And so, here I am, living life, which seems ordinary on the outside, however beautiful it gets, it is still dirty and ugly as you go deeper and understand the essence of it. Sometimes, ISOLATION is the answer. I just had this thought that if someday, I get real rich as in !Keching$$$!, then boy i am gonna buy myself and my hubs an island and die off our ages together on it. If you think I am running away from life and its ugliness, hey I lived it to come so far, I could even buy myself an island, then I sure DAMN deserved it! However, even in the religion (Islam coz I am a Muslim and I do believe highly in our God, though I still dont know how to keep up to His game), it does say that Mohamed was enlightened during his share of isolation and was taught to read by Gabriel, all this happened while he was in isolation. Isolation therefore, isnt a bad idea and today, with the pace of our society and at the rate we are all moving in order to survive, I highly recommend isolation. To all of us. So question: Is ISOLATION the SALVALTION to us, without actually harming ourselves? I am a smoker, and that is my salvation, however, I might not be able to live to the age I am supposed to becoz of it.

Oh well, with today's culture, I think dying at the age of 48 is reasonably alrite, coz it gets uglier as we grow older... so dying at 48 is probably bliss. As you can probably see, I am just 23, living it like I am 16 however, my thoughts on life is beyond of any other's imagination. Maybe I am here to create some spice in my boring-ordinary life? I do not know. All I know is that I have almost everything, yet I am not happy. Like something is missing. I live life like a saint, however lived it once like a devil. I was happier living it like a devil. Plus I had more achievements, I stayed focus then. So now I am thinking.... hey, should I live life as I like?

Hmmm, just thoughts to ponder on to keep me alive and aggitative just like alice in wonderland...




Saturday, October 09, 2004

Slave Of Time

Today marks the date of this blogspot being reborned into the blogger's community, nothing personal against you bloggers, but well, I Blogspot.Com was created to cater ppl like me, the slaves to time, otherwise known as the 'jobless' ones. I am not saying that I have absolutely nothing to do, just that at times when I have nothing to do at all, I get nervous, that is when I get myself into trouble.

So today, I have decided to tell the world about me. Since everyone I ever known, even those who knew all my life cant will figure me out (well, dont try, you wont). Maybe some smart ass kid out there can, so here I am just UNREVEILING myself, it's like Nadia - Uncensored Version (hey dont get kinky ideas). Or maybe, even better, you ppl out there get to learn a lil something, just like a lesson in life. I have been the icon of all mistakes that have been done. More like the biggest villain at skool. No, it's not like i'm a moor or anything like that, though i do like to regard myself as bonnie (in the quest of finding my clyde). I came from an all-girls convent (I hear loadsa "ahhhhh" in the background), somebody has to go against the teachers, who always thought their taughts were some kinda toasimn lesson for us, so it's a must to obide. Hey, guess what? SOme of us just went to school to have fun, coz it is part and parcel of growing up, aint it? Hmm.. that is another issue to argue about, Malaysian School System.

Nevermind, I just think people can go really wacky when they have too much time in hand. Like me... there is this good book that I am gonna get, it's from my fav author, non other than the famous Paulo Coelho. It is called "Veronica Decides To Die". And it is about wacky people, turns out that everyone is wacky, one way or another, and yes, it means YOU to, no not the guy next to you, YOU who is reading my blog here. If you are reading this, it means you were jobless enough to find my blog (by accident or not!), and you are actuall reading tru this what? Alreaddy 500 words essay of mine, and it sure damn means you are interested in what I have to say, and DAMN RITE you are NUTS! Just like what Paulo Coelho said in his book!

Oh well, I have written reasonably a whole lot for a day. SO this time, your have been enlighted by the reason of my signing up with blogspot, and so next time, I will enlight you about myself... that is when the journey begins. The journey of discovering the most complicated being to be place on planet Earth by the Mighty God, and I am sure there is a reason for all this happenings. Till the next time...