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Dear reader(s)

(Dengan penuh semangat kesukanan that they are actually people who read my blog)

Read me at http://jajasechan.blogspot.com

I’ve found a new home. 

I had enough with friendster blog already! The only reason I stay because I have so many entries here, so sayang to leave okaY! . But now I had enough. I thought of moving to my new site after finished create it nice2… But now it seems that you’re getting on my nerve and bikin panassssssss betul. The previous entry never finished one because I couldn’t published the full entry. You’ll missed the interesting Theshit part! read here.

Thank you. (-_-,) yes… I really feel like CRYING. not! More like strangling friendster blog ada!

The significant half called to ask my condition upon checking my final semester exam result. miuuuuuhkl, —> ini Sugar yang tekan semasa lari ke atas MacB.  My result was beyond bad if I were to consider the lowest gpa I’ve ever achieved. The lowest gpa was 3.29 and maybe fate+effort+me myself were trying to be dramatic and decided to produce below (3.00-0.05) gpa. That’s the ungrateful me talking, the grateful me is relieved that I’m done with this SHITE. The shite hole which I only came to enjoy towards the end of it thanks to swimming activities, the significant half, the recognition that I shouldn’t let one freak/freaks ruin the show and karaoke session. Nasib cgpa 3.30 and takde ler hodoh betul walaupun macam pembeli cookies nak check cgpa time nak beli cookies nanti. (-_-)

And besides, I don’t claimed to own self-healing mechanism out of nothing you know. I have always have voice inside my head that telling me all sorts of encouragements when it seems that everything’s falling apart. (macam lirik lagu). But if I don’t own one (self-healing mechanism), let’s create drama out of my exam result. Telephone conversation.

The significant half : (Masukkan any endearments disini), you okay ke?

Yours truly : He he he kenapa tak okay? Ohhh you mean result I eh?

The significant half : Ha ah lar, mana tau (Masukkan any endearments disini) sedih.

Yours truly : Tak (Masukkan any endearments disini), I tak okay. I nak put an end to this. (Buat bunyi-bunyi kaca menggunakan apa-apa barang kaca that you can get hold of. ) Bye (Masukkan any endearments disini)… I’m sorry.

The significant half : Ha ha ha ha ha

Yours truly : Gelak pulak? I okay lar (Masukkan any endearments disini). Walaupun rasa geram, but I’ll survived.

The significant half : That’s my girl.

This is joke only. I never meant to tease or make fun of suicide committer (mungkin ada la term ini, kalau takde biasa la.. cipta sendiri)  or someone who have ever tried them (but unsuccesful, damn! )  before because they always think it’s the way to end things if something managed to make them upset. I’m  not being boastful also about this self-healing mechanism that I so-called possessed. because seriously, each one of us has it. You do! You just don’t realized it and blocked it subconsciously and try to get attention and think that maybe once in a while drama is needed in your life sebab you are anak wayang and L.O.A.N.A sort of person. (>__

When the exam ghost haunt you

1. Why am i keep on getting the strangest dream ever? Not exactly the same, but of the same matter, exam. I had more than once dreamt abt sitting for physics exam! PHYSICS people PHYSICS! In every dream, I’d be some sort of slacker who never studied and facing a hard time to answer the exam’s questions which made me thinking whether were these dreams some sort of signs of this 11th June upcoming result? yikes!

When you miss him badly, you’d just wanna wish you live under his armpit.

2. Comel sangat ke girlfriend baru Neko sampai tak balik rumah 3 hari 3 malam? Neko tak pernak tak balik rumah. He’ll surely come home for his meals. Considering this fat ass eats a lot and frequently, the thought of him mating somewhere else never crossed our mind. The first time he disappeared, we made up all sorts of speculations that were too crazy to be written here. (But the speculations are reasonable considering that it happened to our previous cats before but at different neighbourhood ) After second time went MIA, we admitted that he’s prolly spending the nights with his gf/wife, take your pick. Mcm Timmy ckp, Neko is just like one miserable man who misses his gf/wife so much that he had to skip days at home just to be with her.awww (>_

When you’re taking the series too far and being hormonal doesn’t help neither because you tend to relate it to your own life.. lol

3. Have I told you how much I loathe Peyton Sawyer???????? Okay not that she even exist, but still!!!!!! The indecisive whore drives me crazy. If this perempuan really do exist as one of my friends.. I’d definitely have CHOP CHOP! Go brooke yourself!

Sesiapa mesti suka jika mereka diingini. Sesiapa mesti rasa teruja bila the person who pursue them meninggalkan their current special ones. (Budget nak tulis dalam bahasa melayu because my mind always speaks in english tapi ada perkataan yang lebih best kalau ditulis dalam bahasa inggeris.. haha bengong btol. My mind speaks in english, poyo kan, tapi pernah ke anda berasa sometimes the things that are playing in your mind are in english that makes you wanna write it down in english too? lagipun the significant half sering mengejek mentertawakan yours truly tentang penggunaan bahasa melayu yang jarang the significant half guna or dengar, so marilah mempraktiskan bahasa melayu yours truly yg sering digembar-gemburkan sebagai kelakar tu… :P  ape2 je lar.. itu bukan pointnya disini. )

The point being, semua orang mesti suka atau (perkataan favourite between me and azie is) TERHARU bila ada orang yg meninggalkan their previous partners hanya untuk bersama dengan mereka. Semua mesti suka menjadi pilihan the opposite sex lebih daripada orang lain. Ini bukan opposite sex sahaja, tapi relationship in general, siapa tak suka jadi attention among siblings, friends, classmates and colleague.

Menjadi pilihan the opposite sex makes people feel good about themselves. Rasa LAGI hensem, hottER, prettiER, moRE important daripada orang lain. Rasa WANTED lar senang cerita yang membuatkan manusia berada 1 meter above sea level anyone else when walking on earth. Level manusia berada dari aras laut akan semakin meningkat jika lebih ramai lagi yang pursue mereka (walaupun kadangkala, mereka ini di-pursue kerana mereka sendiri yang flirting-flirting dengan banyak perempuan-perempuan opposite sex lepas tu pura-pura macam tak kenal opposite sex yang di-tacke tadi pastu cakap ramainya orang inginkan mereka. ok takpe lar, mcm tu boleh juga walaupun bagi yours truly mcm takde standard kelakar je sbb desperate ) Jadi tidak hairan lah ramai orang berasa mereka harus terus berasa TERHARU jika mereka menjadi pilihan dan membuatkan golongan partners terpaksa menerima hakikat their significant others meninggalkan mereka untuk bersama dengan manusia-manusia yang suka menganggu perhubungan orang perasan mereka dipilih kerana berasakan mereka LAGI hensem, hottER, prettiER, moRE important daripada the-person-who-pursues-them punya partner.

Little did they know that jika seseorang itu boleh meninggalkan current partner mereka just to be with someone new, jadi tidak mustahil the someone-new juga boleh jadi mangsa seterusnya. Kejadian dimana seseorang meninggalkan current partner mereka untuk menjalinkan perhubungan baru dgn orang lain dan berakhir happily-ever-after amatlah sedikit (kalau ader statistik mesti da diselitkan kat sini ) sebab this is like menstrual cycle, if you get what I mean. Things will going to repeat itself especially when the catalyst of your relationship was an ending of supposedly-someone-else’s-happy-ending.

p/s : ya, saya memang banyak life lessons mcm onie kata, and I’m glad because I learned something from it. People come and go in my life (yang go tu sebenarnya kena suspension because I’m selfish and I know I should’nt be proud of it ) and I’m appreciating those that come and stay ( ini perempuan-perempuan awesome yours truly simpan sebenarnyer and they stuck with me ) and I wish to learn something from them. Flirt all you want, but please stop hurting people along the way (-_-)

If I had children of my own 17.12.08

If I had children, I would tell them that no matter who they intended to be, I will always support them. Be it artist, engineer, journalist, singer, actor, pianist, painter, dancer, QUANTITY SURVEYOR, lawyer, architect, craftmaker, If that’s what they want to be. 

If I had children, I would tell them that they do not have to be intelligent to be successful because Lord has always have plan for each one of us. 

 

The day, the ONLY day I can’t stand my own smell.  17.02.09

As of writing this, I have just escaped from my agony of this week. Please note that yes, ‘Siberia’ still owns a record of giving me the deepest agony in my entire week, after week but yes, I would like to also add that this week agony is worst than Siberia. 

 

Let’s escaped the part of how I ended up with the nightmare and let’s just go straight to the part where I couldn’t stand my own body odour I never knew I had. I have, not once but several times reminded Nabby that shall she smells something infuriating and aggravating from me, please inform me earlier. Nabby had, not once but more, vowed that I do not produce body odour and swore wholeheartedly that she’d informed me for any further changes. 

 

 I took a frigging-miserable-20-minutes bus ride home hoping that I would make it just in time for 11 o’clock class, without making any head movement anywhere near both my armpit and sleeves area and half praying that I won’t collapsed of my own odour and took a shower where aggressive and intensive scrubbing took place and skipped 11 o’clock class. I found this whole debacle rather SILLY.

 

So silly that I called Timmy twice but failed and Nabby eventually to verify whether my action was   SILLY.  sigh 

 

I vow to never borrow some other people’s baju without one hundred percent sure that I  am chemically suitable with the baju and I am now declaring my deepest love to the whole stack of my cotton baju kurung. And now I shall also accept Nabby theory that I have deep sense of smell. (-_-) I’m sure nabby meant good. Plus, was it me who stink or the baju? Lord Knows… 

 

Swimming bag, unanswered calls, Johnson & Johnson travelling pack and a pocketful of broken hearts.  23.03.09 

 

Rejection must felt harder than this. 

 

Forgiving is better than pretending without doubt and long thoughts. Forgiving is not a one time action. If you are really sincere, it comprises of many many many more forgivings in the future (with the same fucking person!). And again, if you are really sincere, forgiving comes with no whine and complain. Comes with patience. (Which obviously I don’t have!). You gotta worth the pain to be forgiven folks. 

 

If you are not sincere like me, it means bye bye… hahahaha   I’m not a maaf-zahir-dan-batin believer, i’m more to spit-out-my-mistake-bitch-so-i’d-try-to-change sorta person. This is a Malay domain, pls take off your sweetness before entering. You’re giving me high blood pressure. 

 

 

I thought of posting an entry about Aids because not many people my age aware of it, and have written half of the entry when    suddenly  I realized that  i’ve been insensitive because at the recommendation section, I mentioned something about ‘go and make a list on how many people that you had sex with and call them one by one asking how many other people whom they had sex with before’ so I dropped my intention for the reason of being insensitive as I might hurt people who read this though not many, nevertheless,  their feelings still need to be considered. Please google about Aids and educate yourself about it and something is indeed worth to be preserved, if you know what I mean. :) 

 

Of Nimrod and pencil. For the environment :)  27.03.09

Let me tell you the greatness of pencil for the convenience of preparing hard copy of works, especially Measurement. (Measurement of Civil Engineering Works have been the catalyst of two different posts that right now I feel like an absolute nerd already. Adjusting glasses.)

 

Designed in a way that can be erased when errors occurred, pencil can be categorized as primary school students’ best friend especially those who can’t made up their mind like me. Techies like Einstein but not him, it must be some other genius; had put the stationary industry by storm and invented the world’s most clever invention in stationary industry; the mechanical pencil. Come in various designs and colours; although not entirely,but students can now say bye-bye to the wood pencil and say hello to mechanical pencils that helped saved a lot of trees.

 

 Pencils are also great for preparing draft because you can erase and erase and erase when you make mistakes or typo, the only limitation is whether your paper can withstand the brutality of your hand gestures when using eraser especially when you’re mad screaming civil homeworks are ridiculous. This can save papers, in my case, taking-off papers because I do not need to canceled the errors I made like: this and starts right next to it which later reduced the space you have for the entire work because the fact is, you will have a lot of: this when doing civil engineering all sorts of taking-off works so many taking-off papers will be wasted just like that, so use pencils to save trees. For someone who can hardly concentrates, a lot of: these will confused me them greatly and would send me them straight to bed.

 

Thank you for reading Late night works always make me thinking critically, of pencil? I’ll choose better topics next time. :) 

 

Pyjamas and helical bars 27.03.09

In the midst of doing my measurement works for civil engineering, i came to realize these things 

 

1.how lazy i’ve been.

2.I want to change, but realized it was a little bit too late, considering the fact that the semester is coming to an end, but better late than never. 

3.I have an obsession to put an end to whatever things I’ve started. 

4.That I wasn’t dumb like what my lecturer tried to make me feel. 

5.That I freakingly annoyingly lazy still.

6.If each assigment is individual work, I would have realized the fact that I’m lazy long time ago and would maybe try to change to be hardworking and learn to use every minute of my time to do something useful that I maybe end up getting super GPA every semester and maybe i’ll be super hardworking and invented new formulas and gadgets. (>_ I’ve seen the miracle when I put in hard work and effort but then again, I’m too lazy to make it happened.

8.I’ve got the toughest lazy gene. 

9.I’m just super lazy innit? 

10.I’m not dumb, I’m just lazy. Someone please tell Siberia that stop making us feel like we’re super dumb and lazy. 

 

I’m lazy and full of shite… sigh

 

Theshit is a Latin word for thesis. 27.03.09

 

I’ve been through the D-day but the D-day dark clouds have only moved half. The other half keeps me gloomy and blue every time I think of theshit. So many I-should-haves popped out and steal away my sunshine. Then there’s attitude, I forgot completely about the attendance form since I got infected from the later-later virus that I got from my own supervisor. Plus he only signed four times, wonder that actually meant I only consulted him four times because as far as I remember, it was definitely more that four.. :(  And the late submission issue made me want to jump from 2nd floor. Shriek.

 

Oh and I forgot to acknowledged MacB and Canon printer for being such an angel at my acknowledgement section. Canon served me well the other day despite of his 3 years of age. And I know so many classmates whose printer conked already because they never feed their printers with original ink. Canon dear, please extend your gratitude to your Aunt Nabby, because I listened to her advice all this while on the goodness of feeding you with good and genuine nutrients which only costs me less than 30RM everytime. MacB, you are superstar all way long, what would I be without you? Your applications without any doubt always outshines Michaelsoft and that’s why I love you. You don’t even need installation cd to make any printers work. Genius!I have to thank Anis’s HP laptop also, not that I can’t use MacB, it’s just that I need two laptops because Timmy was helping me also. Timmy no need to be acknowledged here again la ok, in theshit his name first what… :) 

I gotta go, I sound more ridiculous in every second.  

 

As of writing this, my remaining theshit dark clouds have found its cronies- Applied study dark clouds. Judging from my worst in the record presentation, I could only end up with B+ utmost, I feel rather stupid because it’s just such a waste to get B+ for Applied studies, or anything lower than that. Sigh. I hope I could remove some of the dark clouds by doing good in Economy assignment. Group work again. Group work always drains out my morale. No more last-minute work this time. I’m sick of last-minute work, but instead I’m stuck with it all the time. 

 

Bathrobe beauty and packets of chillies 31.03.09 

I play pet society on Saturday night and i’ve got packets of chili and ketchup in my bag. I talk to my cats and sleep in my bathrobe. I don’t talk during my bus ride and constantly forget people’s name. I believe there is one thing that worth and need to be preserved. I’m orthodox. You’ll get the drift. :) 

 

Yes, you asked me, what qualifies me to consult you in this matter? You don’t wanna know. Trust me.

First, prepare yourself for friends’ of friends who will contact you on the knowledge that you’re looking for house to rent as well because one fact; they are full of crap. You are just one of many other people that they line up to make their options wider with the promise to rent together, but when you managed to get one, they’ll say they already found one. If you’re thinking to run away from the old annoying gang, look for a room for you to stay alone. It helps.
Notice. 

Be clear through your notice as whom you welcome the most as housemate. If you hate dirty people who never get to fathom how to flush or use the broom and vacuum, do state so in your notice. Don’t be afraid to be judged as demanding, because we’re talking about long-term thing and a semester at least IS indeed long. I don’t want QS housemate and I stated so in my notice and so what? 

It is recommended for you not to stay with your classmates or colleagues because trust me, you’ll never know what kind of monster  they’ll turn up to. Plus, when we get annoyed with them in class or office and need bitch session immediately, to whom are we going to turn to? Nada. 

 

If I had extra money 04.04.09

 

1.i’ll do Lasik and say bye-bye to my poor eye sight and carrot juice can go and fuck somebody else’s life.

2.I’ll go and laser off my armpits’ and legs’ hair. They are world’s annoying and time-consuming bunch on earth. They make my eyes cross. Hmpfft… 

3.buy plane tickets for a bunch of losers to island people never heard of so that they’ll be nowhere near around us normal people who just want some peace of mind. 

4.But without them, life would be boring because no one create drama already, so what i’ll do is recruit these losers and send them as special agents to create drama with people who deserve it more than us normal people. :) 

5.I’ll take all stray dogs and cats ever available and send them in one mansion and people can fill up registration form to adopt these animals and those who abused them would be burnt alive. Ok easier, I’ll fund SPCA add the latter condition in their adoption policy. 

 

Thank you for reading my noble intentions.
p/s: i still fucking hate red-covered theshit. 

I can read mind, so drop it. and be afraid be very afraid. 10.04.09

I picked up swimming out of nowhere. I never part of any bandwagons. But having to listen to Apoi and Aida talking about swimming every nano-second ever exist, I finally took their invitation to swim at our very own UiTM swimming pool. Suddenly swimming suit is part of my shopping list.  And Aida even came up with a cool term for us Perenang Tegar like hardcore smokers you know what i’m sayin?  

 

Psychopath is breathing at the nape of my neck. 14.04.09

Help me. Hypnosis may help. Please whisper to my ear every waking moment that I’ll never drown in 1.22m area of the swimming pool. That I’m gonna be okay. Make me believe that swimming pool water is the most delicious water ever and if i drank them accidently i’m not gonna die. I think i need a swimming coach.

 

p/s: why isn’t anyone answering my phone calls? 

 

 

Baju kurung geek 04.05.09

Here’s a confession. Nabby once wrote about her thoughts of baju kurung and I was called to write about my own. 

If it wasn’t for the shallow moron-moron primary school kids who teased and put my whole life in agony, the number of years i have to stuck with baju kurung could have been less. Sorry folks, I have to somehow blame the moron-moron who made me cry because I was wearing pinafore to school. That two years plus five years in high-school and another freaking five years in uni!

 

I have no problem wearing baju kurung (and tudung :p if it was made mandatory and if one mamat managed to menyampaikan dakwahnye dgn cara berkesan not by saying that we’re just the same as those eating pork..bla bla ) to class everyday although some people thought wearing baju kurung is so uncool and one minah kecoh even came out with statement that ‘pakai tudung tu nmpk mcm kampung’ … one statement from me ‘ dah muka ko mcm kampung ko pakai ke tak pakai takde beza… org tetap pandang ko gediks…’  oopps..

 

my reason of wearing baju kurung to class everyday is because come on… i’m not gonna waste my pocket money for long-sleeves that chances of me wearing outside uni are say… none? If I were heiress yes! I’d buy all those cool blouses from island shop and springfield and east india and wear it to school! Wearing baju kurung is easy, gather all your baju kurung and make it your wardrobe  5  days a week… repeat the same in another three weeks. Although wearing shirts and pants to school have the benefits of washing less garments (smart one nabby!) as compared to baju kurung especially to those who do their laundry manually, I’d like to stick on baju kurung sil vouz plait. 

 

But, I hate my Raya baju kurung. Every single one of them. Despite of the coolest material, geez! They looked as if they were tailored for Ja’s 10 kg fatter. Wtf?  The tailor seems to increase the measurement inch by inch everytime and she’s not to be blame of course and i’m out of energy to complain. Out of energy to complain..

 

p/s : I secretly altered all of my cotton baju kurung without Along’s knowledge. Ha ha ha ha… 

 

Wanted: hypnotherapist 11.05.09

So it’s here… I felt a sudden rush of sadness when Nabby packed her stuff and left for home last Friday morning and silly at the same time considering the fact that I don’t even live under the same roof. So I went back to sleep facing the side off her empty closet. Empty things feel just so sad.

 

All I could think of, actually all I want to think now is PRESENT and Present. Period. No resume, no job hunting period. Exam ended last Wednesday and came Thursday, I felt like I had too much fun that it ought to stop. Come on, Thursday? Waking up at 9-ish was definitely worth it, so many can be done and came 2200 mission accomplished left us saying, 10 o’clock? Geez it feels like 12 midnight already.  Friday went swimming with perenang tegar because that was the last week we’re together. Friday evening supposed to go kayak without the person who suggested it, (Nabby) but cancelled. Saturday went wall-climbing without the person who according to Lily, really wanted to try it (Nabby) at night and Saturday morning went on blurry.

 

Nabby was right, We should do this earlier. And I felt like preaching now that no matter how sad your uni life you’ve once been through, there are people who are worth spending time with especially during time like this. Well yes, crappy people are crappy people, but I should have known better not to give up easily just because one crappy freak/freaks screwed the show. Whatever it is, I had fun and i’ll never forget it. :) 

 

Oh! packin! I hate packin! It’ll take me forever and I don’t feel like going back to reality just as yet. I want to watch movies on weekdays without having to worry Timmy’s ride home. I want to go swimming everyday with perenang tegar and Timmy. I want to eat waffle after swimming eventhough it defies the whole purpose of swimming. I want to go karaoke and catch sore throat. I want to wall climb again and defy gravity. I want to do all things other than writing resume and job hunting. I need help. I don’t want to work. To be specific, I don’t want to work as QS. Help!!!

Everyone seems to have started working life already. How do I feel about it?

Answer: Surprisingly, that fact doesn’t help me to budge my lazy arse an inch to make transition from jobless to (what is one-word antonym to jobless already? fill that in HERE). Plus, Nora said I should give myself one to two months to relax and do nothing. Sazzy said the same thing too! (Sesi menyedapkan hati)

Can I think about work after our vacation and after we have moving out for good from this apartment? I haven’t even prepared Resume, which my dear… I don’t even planning on preparing because the initial plan was to work with Timmy. That doesn’t require Resume right? 

And and and.. can I not be QS? As far as I concerned Along pasrah already with my decision not to work as QS though Apoi said I should give it a try for maybe two months and quit if I can’t take it. ( Apoi called me for caramel recipe this morning! I hope her caramel jadi!) 

Can I be make-up artist and wish all the make-up equipments drop miraculously from up above? I helped Lin and Nana last week for the making of their MTV (Kalis Rindu by Elyana, later please vote ok? lol :P) and met this super make-up artist, Khir Khalid and that moment I know I wanted to be just like him.

Can I stay at home and bake cake for sale and AGAIN miraculously hope that all the cooking equipmentS drop from up above? Not that I’m that good in baking, but at least that’s what I love doing.

Err I probably should at least learn how to search jobs online. Note: Jobs, any Jobs but not QS. I’d lift bricks if I had to. (Tapi takde lar sampai macam gitu (>_

Here how it happened. My sister’s neighbour organized birthday for their youngest son. They invited us.

Here is the proof of their sensitivity towards other neighbours with different religions and cultural beliefs:

They set up three booths from three different caterers, Malay caterer served satay sedap, Chinese caterer served the famous, all-over-the-place fat one steambot, and finally the Indian caterer served tosai sedap, nasi minyak sedap with all dishes sedap, mutton, chicken wings, tenggiri.. yum okay full stop. (stop salivating already , p/s: air sirap pun sedap okay??? )

Heres jaja the idiot and her sensitivity :

I asked for beef satay at satay booth? like hello??? indian dont eat beef lar moron!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! thank God the Malay served the satay, if indian malu man!!! dang!

please… i mean please take the nearest heavy thing you can find around you and knock my head off…

p/s: with the looks of it now, i don’t think love triangle still exists… looks like pentagon love to me…  (ohh this is totally unrelated matter.. don’t bother trying to relate (+_+)

UMAI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! this of course does not need introduction as its Sarawak natives food. Well Dav, this tasted wickedly awesome i’d tell ya, prepared by Apoi. I know you feel like smacking my head with this pink basin but yeah.. just to let you know that UMAI rocks!

oh and wait, Apoi prepared another wicked dish as well….

yaay!!!!!!!!!! ohhh i miss perenang-perenang tegar already .. tsk tsk

Timmy told me that banyaknyer masa orang2 ni blogging… which made me  laughed really because as a matter of fact, i kinda agree. i was googling for tokio hotel to check the level of ke-bapuk-an of the vocalist and bumped into this one blog instead blogging about have-u-evers, the-firsts, and so many other questionnaires …

which lead Timmy to ask this question, exactly who wants to know what does she had for breakfast? and lead to another tough question, what does blogging for really? why are they having so much time? do you really read all this? what’s the fun of this? okay considering the facts that 24 hours are never enough for him and spends most of his time in his car traveling, only get to online during the nights half an hour before sleep enough time to check emails only, you’re forgiven
nevertheless…

i forget the whole purpose if me blogging neither. as far as i remember, i started this during my diploma days to rant about how much i hate my classmates, (some of them managed to give me excruciating pain in the arse indeed) especially when the heat was unbearable.

i don’t know why i blog still. but i think if i write some stories on what’s happening on my life, my friends will be updated in some ways. because i got so many people asked me questions that i never remember telling them personally, so i thought my theory must be really working.

but really, some people can make me laugh through their stories… wonder how they would be like in real person… i’d say boring!!!!