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Copied this of Ashraf’s blog too. but it’s not like anyone’s gonna read it.

1. Name one person who made you laugh last night.
KY and Ashraf.. I think…. also.. i laughed at the fact that i didn’t know how to use my own stuff..

2. What were you doing at 0800?
watchign the television

3. What were you doing 30 minutes ago?
playing Call of Duty 4. And talking to some random dude about a 4agte.

4. What happened to you in 2006?
I had my first job, a nice girlfriend (but that ended), got another job (but that was bad too ’cause i got cheated), i was about 2 inches smaller around my waist area too..

5. What was the last thing you said out loud?
Nah.. ini enam belas ringgit empat puluh sen to the McDelivery dude.

6. How many beverages did you have today?
about 10 teh’o ais, and 2 cups of coke.

7. What color is your hairbrush?
brown, with a few moles. and yes i’m talking about my hands.

8. What was the last thing you paid for?
a McChicken Burger, and Porridge

9. Where were you last night?
at THE KY’s

10. What color is your front door?
Mahogany… (woodstain… not mahogany wood.Am not rich)

11. Where do you keep your change?
in my left pocket, on my car dashboard, on the floor, in the toilet. i like it that way. cause u’re always happy when u find cash in unexpected places.

12. What’s the weather like today?
not too bad.. i slept thru the whole day.

13. What’s the best ice-cream flavor?
vanilla.

15. Do you want to cut your hair?
hell yeah.. i’m starting to look like i have an afro again.

16. Are you over the age of 25?
thats a year away.

17. Do you talk a lot?
if i’m comfortable with who i’m with. yes.

18. Do you watch the O.C.?
whats O.C? over clocking?

19. Do you know anyone named Steven?
in uni yes. oh.. i had a steven as a boss before. when i used to work as a mechanic (bike)

20. Do you make up your own words?
yup.

21. Are you a jealous person?
yup, i’m the regular green eyed monster.

22. Name a friend whose name starts with the letter ‘A’.
arvind.

23. Name a friend whose name starts with the letter ‘K’.
kevin.

24. Who’s the first person on your received call list?
rueben john joseet

25. What does the last text message you received say?
You accumulated balance is currently exceeding 50% blablablablabla

26. Do you chew on your straw?
yup
27. Do you have curly hair?
yup..but more wavy then curly.

28. Where’s the next place you’re going to?
probably to bed

29. Who’s the rudest person in your life?
some idiot i saw at the mamak in kepong a few days back. dude ordered people around like he owned the joint..

30. What was the last thing you ate?
MC CHICKEN!!! HOW MANY TIMES DO I NEED TO TYPE THIS

31. Will you get married in the future?
no idea.

32. What’s the best movie you’ve seen in the past 2 weeks?
the kingdom.

33. Is there anyone you like right now?
i guess. HAHA

34. When was the last time you did the dishes?
a few hours ago.

35. Are you currently depressed?
nope.

36. Did you cry today?
nope.

37. Why did you answer and post this?
coz i’m bored. and i feel like going to the toilet again.. but everytime i do.. i can’t pass motion.

someone give me some laxatives!

38. Tag 5 people who would do this survey.
i dunno if people even read this blog in the first place.

i’m just having another paranoia trip. i’ve been paranoid a lot you see.. since the time when i took a short walk to a 7-11 near the place i call home. it was about 3am, and i needed some cigarettes really badly. so there on i went, and got my cigarettes and on the walk home i was cornered by 7 indian chaps (drunk, most likely) and they started hounding and throwing their helmets at me… but that was a very long time ago, and since my mind has been wary and that’s when i started getting paranoid about things happening around me… and how my thoughts started straying into thinking of weird things.

*******

Last night, I made acquaintance with someone who works with one of the fast food chains that provided delivery services. we talked a little and i then came up with a weird idea. i decided to let him in on it, i decided that perhaps i would pay him about 200 ringgit for a piece of information i needed to test my theory out. so i explained to him what i needed, and that whatever information he gives me must stay between him and I. noone else. we made a deal. And that… was that.

0130hrs

i got a call from the person i knew. he told me that he just received an order around my area. GREAT… how convenient.. I hopped into my black car (yes thats the vehicle i choose to drive around when i’m stalking a prey.)

ah.. tree’s. WONDERFUL mango trees. just the perfect cover i need. I parked my car, got out and left the car unlocked. patiently i waited.

five minutes passed.

ten minutes passed.

and after twenty five minutes of waiting. i save a sole headlight heading up the street. I got up, and waved to the motorcyclist as he approached me.

“Ah… sampai jugak makanan aku!.. aduh.. sudah lama menuggu lapar tak terhingga ni. So.. brapa bill saya? ok.. saya bayar 25 ringgit. baki 6 ringgit tuh hang simpan la.. karang boleh hang gi dok layan kopi kejap. Ok.. terima kasih”

“Ah… finally my food has come!! OH.. THE HUNGER THAT I FEEL! you are really my saviour. If you weren’t wearing crappy shoes, i’d kneel and kiss those feet of yours that make you able to ride here to me as swift as the light to deliver my meal. So… how much do I owe you kind sir. Oh.. only 19 ringgit eh mate? i tell you what i’ll give u 25, you can keep the 6 ringgit, and go have breakfast or something. thanks alot.!!”

the delivery dude took the cash and sped off. i watched him as his brake lights faded into the darkness.

waited another five minutes.

i rang the door bell.

“Delivery!!” i hollared out.

His head popped out the door. and he soon appeared wearing only a white pagoda shirt and a pair of boxers. I stood behind the pillar waiting for him to come closer.

*smack* i whacked him on the head with my trusty 2 x 4 kayu meranti.

on a note i wrote.

kawan ku, saya tidak bermaksud untuk mengapa-apakan mu,
pada masa ini, sukar untuk saya mencari wang rezeki,

saya berharap agar kawan ku ini boleh memaafkan ku.
terima kasih

*ps*
burger tuh saya dah letak dalam microwave. walaupun dah hilang sedikit harta, sekurang-kurangnya, saudara tidak akan bersedih sambil kelaparan.

*****

ok so yeah all that’s made up. i never did rob anyone. i don’t think there’s any substance in the story anyway. but if you think u can be more careful. please do. crime rate really is rising. desperate people are driven to take desperate actions.

for sometime now i’ve not updated this blog. but hey today’s christmas right. ok i’m don’t exactly celebrate it, well not for what its supposed to be but well we’re friggin malaysian. i don’t need a reason to enjoy time with my friends right?

so anyway, i’m just a little ticked off at the moment. not because of what happened today or something that happened the day before. it’s more like a build up of everything since god knows when. well when i started writing this blog after putting a halt th the others before this, i originally planned not to write anything personal on here.. but what the heck i feel things too..

what’s brought all this feelings back was because, once i told a couple of friends that i really loved a certain vehicle, of a certain style of a certain age. in fact i was so specific that i even let them know the make, the model and the year it came in to production. and hey, i’ve been in love with this ‘thing’ since what?? since when i was fifteen. and yeah i love it more then just what it is, i love it for what it represents etc. i mean i really love it… i lust for it.. i lose sleep over it. especially now, since the opportunity is here for me to obtain on of those sexy beasts. but i can’t help but feel some slight angst to those who once made fun of me.. for actually liking something thats older then they are (and their age are like.. what.. nearly 30s).

i don’t see why they should judge me in that way. so yeah i like it. you may not. which is fine. but you don’t have to degrade me for something i admire. to me. it embodies style, taste etc. i love it for what it is, and what i want to make it. now that i can afford things that i really want, i’m buying things that i can actually express myself thru, i’d very much rather myself then some generic dude thats walking down the street in the wira’s and what not (no i’m not insulting those who drive wira’s… i’m merely stating that i walk a different path)

anyway, this post has no actual substance whatsoever. if there’s anyone reading this. i’m soooo sorry for wasting your time. but again. i’m just writing this to express something thats it

tango alpha twenty two… i really can’t wait to have you. and i hope i do. and i hope i am worthy enough to own you. (shit i’m talking to a car.. i’m going nuts!!!)

forgive the broken english. but i feel with the emotion that i felt .. nothing can describe it better then shouting I FEELS GOOD. *please that note that the writer does not encourage the usage of broken english in anyway whatsoever, infact, the writer finds that people who speak broken english are a huge irritant and despices people of such. the writer shall grant you this one and only time to say ‘you bloody hypocrit’ to him at this given moment.

anyway, my car broke down a couple of days back, friday to be exact. and things at the office has been as hectic as ever, that’s due to the fact that i’m handling a very problematic account at work. so.. yeah my car couldn’t start on a friday morning, took a cab to work. i had to work on saturday as well so that very much rules out the chance of me to get the car fixed and my trusted workshop. come monday, all i could do was pay the darn 15 ringgit to get me to the office again.

SO… come 1800hrs. it was a bout time to leave, (i normally leave at 1845 - 1900hrs) i tried calling some cab services. and all refused to come pick me up because of the heavy traffic. kept calling till 1930 and still no luck.. which was when i decided that MAYBE i would consider walking home (which should be around an hours walk suppose. along some busy highways and what not*)

i think i only walked abt a kilometer before i saw a cab approaching. so i got on the right side of the road and hailed it. Unfortunately, a white dude beat me to it. (i think the dude was english or something from his accent). Whitey opened the door, enquired something then shut the door. looking all pissy. that was when i started feeling bad for whitey. ‘hmmm pity this guy, come all the way here and then no body wants to send him home’ but anyway .. i walked up to the cab opened the door and asked the driver

“Hi encik, dari sine ke XXX boleh tak??

(hello kind gentleman, is it possible for you to drive me and send me to xxx??)

“oh, you la yang telepon tadi, tadi i ke office you tunggu tapi takda orang..”

(Oh so you were the one who called for the cab earlier… i was at your office building waiting. I went round and round a couple of times, even stopped, got down and had a chat with the guard who was there. after some time chit chatting with the guard, he asked me ‘Hey. areyou here to pick up the guy and send him to XXX ? Oh, i saw him set off on foot!’)

“yea, saya yang telepon tadi. so boleh eh hantar saya balik?

(yes it was me who called..send me home bitch…)

at this point whitey walked up to me curious, of why the driver decided to let me in the cab. and i told him that i called for the cab earlier on. whitey looked frustrated, and i felt bad. i told whitey that its really hard to get a cab at these hours, and asked him if he wanted any numbers to call.

‘Oh yeah!! that would help alot. say do you speak the lingo here? i mean.. are you local in the country??’

‘yeah i’m local and yes i do speak the lingo here?’ (at this point i was contemplating why he was asking me if i was local. perhaps because he thought that with my immaculate english (writer blowing his horn again, this calls for some rotten cabbage and tomatoes.. please feel free to throw them at him at any point of time ) he must have thought that i wasn’t local.

‘anyway mate, i’de to help you, but the cabs blocking the way. Here’s the numbers that i said i’de give you. Its actually a newspaper cut out with all the cab numbers here’(my mom cut that out for me .. *blush*) I hope it serves u as much as it served me.

‘Cheers’ he replied.

i got home half an hour later. lazed around and started writing this. but now that i’ve gotten it down on paper, well virtually at least, i kinda feel sad that i didn’t just give him the cab. i could have walked home. i could have gotten someone to fetch me. instead, i left the white dude, alone, in the dark, lost, trying to call a few radio cab’s number while he doesn’t speak the local language. i’m a selfish prick. should have thought twice about feeling so great about giving him the paper cut out thinking it would help him. what an arse. i feels not so good nows.

kick me.

note.

the writers exxagerated on certain parts of his translation from bahasa melayu to english, just to give the reading material some added value. Under no circumstances should you ever use his translations for your own references when trying to translates stuff.