Thank God, my ass is still intact.

This evening, I was on the KTM Komuter. I was on my way to my brother's house.

As expected, the train was as packed as sardine.

While listening to my mp3 player, I looked around checking out hot chicks. Kinda pointless really. Knowing that I won't get any.

What started out as a hot chick scanning session, it turned out to be one of the most LOL moments I ever had.

Coz I found these dude cuddling together.

"I love you baby,"
"I love you too darling."

They are both male, dressed out as straight guys, straighter than a ruler. But cuddling in the train?

WTF?

GAY!

Hahahha. So I whipped out my phone camera, set the flash to off, and took the picture.

BAD TIMING.

Apparently, the one who was caressing the other noticed me taking a picture of them. So I covered up. I pretended to answer a call. I hoped it would work.

NO IT DIDN'T.

The dude looked at me straight in the eye for a moment, scanned me from head to toe, then talked something to his partner.

I thought "Shit! This can't be good." The way he looked at me was the kind of wanting to open up a can of ass whoopin.

Or at least I thought would be.

The other dude looked at me from head to toe, then he looked at my face. And winked.

WTF? HE WINKED???

Was he hitting on me?

DEM!

They are sick!

The thing I don't get with them is of all people, why me???

I think when ordinary people would think that I am "fat and ugly ", they must've thought that I am "big and bouncy".

I would rather have the regular kind of ass whoopin than their kind of ass whoopin, thankyouverymuch.

How I dealt with a poltergeist.

If you've read my previous entries, you'll probably would've known by now that I pretty much wasted this long semester holidays. Instead of doing something constructive and money making, I play Ragnarok Online game.

That game is friggin addictive! Far more addictive than Mafia Wars.

I thoroughly enjoy playing that game to the extent that I messed up my sleep cycle playing that game.

There was this one day I drank three glasses of coffee WITHOUT SUGAR just to stay up till morning playing that game. Ever since that day, I sleep at 6 am after Subuh Prayer, wake up at 1 p.m for Zohor, play the game till 6 am, then sleep. I've been repeating this cycle since the start of the holidays.

When you stay up through the night, you'll get to see stuff. Fishy Stuff.


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While I did enjoy playing that game, what happened last two nights totally scared the hell out of me.

After returning home at around 11pm from 7-11 buying a can of Nescafe Ice, I immediately played the game. Playing game with coffee on the side, it can't be any better than this.

It was 3 a.m. My can of coffee is half drunk. It stayed on the side of the table the whole time. I was feeling a bit thirsty, so I went to grab it.

The can of coffee somehow GLIDED OUT OF MY REACH and stopped at about 30 cm from where it was supposed to be. I was so damn thirsty I just grabbed the can and drank it till it was empty, only noticing what had just happened a minute later.

That was creepy. That can of coffee should not have moved. Hell, by laws of physics, it couldn't have moved!

WHATEVER HAPPENED TO NEWTON'S FIRST LAW??

Whatever happened to all static object will remain static or moving object will remain moving unless external force is applied????


This is not funny.


I just drank the ghost.


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It was creepy.

I recited some Doa, and while I was reciting the Doa, I remembered that I hadn't performed Solat Isya' yet. So I performed my Wudhu' and performed Solat Isya' at 3 am.

After giving the Final Salam, another strange thing happened. The door to the living room suddenly shook and rattled as if somebody's trying to get in.

It was 3 a.m and somebody's coming? That's a whole lotta BS.

It must've been the mates of the ghost that I just drank coming to take revenge on me.

So I turned on the TV, set the channel at MTV. Pussycat Dolls' "When I grow up" was in the air.






God, I hate that song.

But I didn't change the channel. I was too lazy to bother reaching for the remote next to my mouse.

Then, the door shook again. This time, it was LOUD. I guessed they meant business.

I ignored the door and raised the volume.

As suddenly as the door came shaking, it was just as sudden that the shaking door subsided.

Strange.

I didn't know GHOSTS HATE Pussycat Dolls as much as I do.

Lock and Loaded

Now, if there's anybody who hates me and wants to murder me, please do so. I don't care anymore.

I've achieved one of my childhood dreams, which is to hold a real gun. Any brand will do.





This, my friends, is a REAL gun.

Warthal somethingsomething.

14 rounds gun. I forgot how big the caliber was.




These are real 9mm bullets yo.

I was so ecstatic to get a chance to hold that gun, I almost soiled myself.

My uncle, a cop, showed it to me when I visited granpa's house last week.

I asked him if I can fire just 1 round, he said no.

Oklah. At least I got to touch that thing.


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Do you remember how one of the characters in the movie Freedom Writer felt when he first hold a gun at 10 years old?

He said it was heavy, and cold.

I felt the same way too. Heavy and cold.

Heavy from the responsibility the bearer holds.

Cold from knowing that this thing can end one's life.

After a while, it wasn't a pleasant thing to hold after all.



P/s: Firdaous, aku tau hang dah pegang M16.

Aku tak jeles. Aku tak jeles. Aku tak jeles. Aku tak jeles. Aku tak jeles. Aku tak jeles. Aku tak jeles.

Marketing FAIL

I don't know about your place, but in Shah Alam, there's a new "in thing" that's been going on in burger stalls around here.

I'm talking about the new menu, "the Oblong Burger".





As the name suggests, everything about this burger is oblong. The bread and the meat.

It's a cool thing, this is.

Pretty much like Prosperity Burger of McDonald's, except that it's all year round.
And for cheaper price to boot.

Word on the street that this burger is really delicious. So I decided to give it a shot.

I went to a burger stall in Section 18 Shah Alam, and immediately ordered one.

I was so hungry at that time, I ate it on the spot.

It was only then that I realize that there was a banner or something promoting this burger.






"90% pure meat"

90% PURE MEAT???

So what does the other 10% stand for??


NEWSPAPERS??


And if this burger is boasting about having the most amount of pure meat,

DOES THIS MEAN THAT THE OTHER BURGERS HAVE MORE NEWSPAPERS INSIDE IT??

Ah, watafak.

Sedap jugak benda alah ni.

When translations go wrong

I missed my drama practice yesterday.

I swear I could've feel the anger from the crew because I missed the practice. Sorry guys...

I totally forgot about the practice.

Totally forgot that tonight was supposed to be Ethos! AGM.

The thing was, I went to accompany Ana to Sunway Pyramid to buy Yus' birthday present.

Ana wanted to give her a CD, so we went to a CD shop.

I helped her to look for the CD, but stopped in my tracks when I saw this.

Keharuman Berahi.



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Berahi.


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Roar...

No wonder people wear bikinis in the summer. Summer makes them horny.

Entri yang ditulis dengan penuh rasa marah 2

Totally unrelated to Entri yang ditulis dengan penuh perasaan marah 1.

When something totally wrong in any religion and everybody's moral compass happens in front of you, what do you do?

A) Take matters into your own hands and correct it.

B) Ignore it, but vows to yourself that you'll never do the same thing towards others

C) Put your hands in the air and wave it like you just don't care


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I, along with my brother Nazim, his family and Hafiz (my younger brother) just had our dinner outside.

So after dinner, we went back home and parked the car. At the parking lot of my brother's apartment, we saw an ugly sight.

A young man, a bit younger than me, was manhandling a woman.

At first, it seemed like it was like a couple's quarrel. Though some physical contacts as in the guy grabbed her hand and forced her to go somewhere else happened, it seemed nothing serious.

However, shortly after that moment, I heard both of them throwing curse words to each other involving a pink animal with curly tail, and women's genital. The fight was not normal, I thought to myself.

I thought of stopping them, but was afraid of the possibility that the guy may be a member of a mafia or something. So, I didn't interfere.

We continued to walk and pretended like we didn't see anything. But after we were well out of earshot, we had a talk.


Me: Ish, Kak Yuni, Memang camni ke budak budak kat tempat ni?

Kak yuni: Ntah la. Anak siapa la nih. Ini baru first time Kak Yuni tengok budak budak buat camni. Ni budak Universiti X la ni.

Me: Huh. Wang dah tiga kali tengok lelaki pukul pukul perempuan kat tempat ni. Takut nak report je sebab takut dia ahli gengster.



Suddenly, we heard her scream.

She screamed SO LOUD at the top of her voice. It was as if her life was in danger or something.

Sadly, no one nearby in the mini mart even bothered to pay attention. Maybe it was a normal sight to them.

At that moment, I couldn't resist it any longer.

Fuck him if he is a gangster.

Fuck him if he will harm us or our belongings.

I'll be damned if something happened to her but I didn't lift a finger to protect her.


So I yelled, "WOOOIIIII!!!!"


And you know what that scum did?


HE FREAKIN YELLED BACK AT ME.


"WWOOOOOOIIIIII!!!!!"


My older brother Nazim and my younger brother Hafiz then rushed to the scene. I didn't dare to go there. I was too scared that he might identify my face and mobilize his gangs to rape me or something.

So they rushed to the scene, only to find that the woman managed to flee, and the man chasing after her. My brothers didn't go after them.


We went to our house, and saw a couple of the apartment's committee. Abang Nazim then reported the incident to them, and they rushed to the scene.


Hopefully everything is alright.


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I felt bad.

I didn't even try with every strength I have to stop it from happening.

I was too concerned with my own safety rather than hers, when it was obvious that she was in even greater danger.

Strange thingy.

Thanks to Razin aka Mael, for this picture.





Whoaaa....

Horniness....?

And alloy tips???

DEM!~

My God, there are MORE??

Last year, my car had some trouble with its temperature.

Even a trip to the faculty would raise the temperature to the red level and I would have to refill the water in my radiator for every trip I took.

I guessed maybe it was because of leaking radiator, so I sent it to the workshop.

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I didn't notice it then but a couple of days back, I stumbled upon the receipt, and took another look at the services done by the repair guys.

And I was shocked to find this.





OI! WHAT KIND OF "LABOUR SERVICE" DID YOU DO TO MY RADIATOR AND WATER PUMP, HUH??

THAT IS SO SICK LA WOI!


But then, I didn't know ASSY services can solve a car's temperature problem!


My car must be gay.

DEM...........

Is there such part inside a car?

Yesterday, I went to my brother's house somewhere in KL.

Too bad that when I arrived at his house, my brother and his family went out shopping.

I was hoping to see my 2 years old nephew, but missed them by a couple of hours.

He's grown up fast.

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While at my brother's house, I saw a to-do board with this letter sent by Proton pinned to it.







I don't know there's a part named "Jack ASSY" inside a car!


The people who invented this part must be so pissed off at someone..... Maybe that part was so damn difficult to be built, so they decided to name it JACK ASSY. Coz it's a pain in the ASS.

Hopefully I don't find a part named "WATAFAK" inside any devices.

There goes my dream.

I was supposed to go to Japanese Language II this evening, but was told it was canceled.

Thank God.

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So I went walking aimlessly around the faculty, but stopped abruptly when I saw this notice.

From Slip of tongue

There goes my dream of studying overseas.


But then, I took another read, and noticed that something fishy.






WATAFAK.....?????

From what I can see, students who want to apply to this program must fulfill either two of these three criteria below.

1) Possesses CGPA of 3.70 and above,

OR

2) Must be able to mix a damn good coffee,

Or

3) Must be excellent Down Under....


I know this is my dream, but achieving it by pleasing somebody is a big no-no to me.

Obscene Korean Song...?

Last couple of month, my sis got herself a spankin new 16Gb iPod Touch.

That thing is so beautiful and so sexy that I felt like hiding it from her and never give it back.

So a couple of weeks later, she loaded some songs, podcasts, a complete season of "Everybody Loves Raymond" and I took a quick look at it.

As I was browsing that sexy thing, I came across this album.





It's My Girl Original Soundtrack from the Korean hit series, My Girl.

I used to watch that show. I loved the show, I loved the song, but I am not a fan. I don't even know the song titles.

So I flicked the album cover open.






Look at the first song.

Up till now, I still wonder how this song got through Malaysia's screening process....

Huhuhuhu.....

Foot in mouth

Shah Alam has been raining for quite a while now.

A couple of days ago, it rained so heavy, I had to stay in the faculty for a while to wait for the rain to subside a bit.

I was sitting at one of the benches in the corridor with my friend, Hafifi. On the other bench next to ours was G.G and his girlfriend.

Since they were talking so PASSIONATELY to each other, I dare not to disturb them then.

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The rain subsided.

The most beautiful rainbow appeared on the sky. From the seat I was sitting, the setting was magnificent.

The scent of fresh rain on top of leaves, with the rainbow in the sky, if that weren't romantic I don't know what is.

And then I just had to disturb them.


Me: G, meh la dok sini. Best woo.... Nampak pelangi cun gile. Romantik siot!

GG: Huhuhuhu.... Bear, org tua tua kata tak baik tunjuk jari kat pelangi. Buruk jari nanti.

Me: ..........................[speechless]

Me: [After getting over the speechlessness] Huh. G, Insaf la mu.

GG: Bakpe?

Me: Yakin la pada kuasa Allah. Allah tak turunkan bala sebab kita tunjuk jari kat pelangi. Ciptaan dia jugak tu. Bala turun bukan ditentukan atas sebab kita tunjuk jari kat pelangi. Allah sayang kat kita....


GG: Eleh. Cakap lebat! Demo solat Asar ke dok lagi nih!

Me: Tak! Huhuhuhu.

GG: Chis. Benda wajib tinggal. Ceramah lebat.

Me: Hoh. Biar ah! Mane masuk waktu lagi! Baru pukul brapa!

GG: Sekarang 5.45 petang...


DEM~

The perfect way to say "OMG You're so fat" to a stranger

I've been at my brother's house for the past few days and will be staying there until the semester starts.

I've been wanting to watch Yes Man, so I went out to KLCC to watch it during midnight yesterday.

I pressed the elevator button, and waited. After a couple of minutes, It opened, and there was a family of five already inside. There were a mom, two very hot sisters, a brother, and a small boy probably six years old. Cute.

Though it happened so fast, I can see that when the elevator door was opening, the mum took a quick look at me, her eyes rested a moment at my stomach, and by the way she looked, I can tell that she was quite surprised to see my stomach. Then she withdrew her gaze.

Then, I noticed that a couple of seconds later, she stared AGAIN at my stomach..

The young kid suddenly said this:


Boy: Mak, lambat la lif ni. Aiman nak mainan.

Mom: Sabar eh.. Nanti dah sampai kat rumah Mak cik Rosnah Aiman main la dengan pregnant Aiman. Eh I mean mainan.


The elevator door opened, and I left the elevator.

While I was walking, I can't help of thinking

"Do I look like a pregnant mom to you....??"

Dem, woman.....

It must be because of my pair of 34D man-boobs and the size of my stomach that made her think that I'm a pregnant mom.

Haish.......


Note to self: Diet!

To Asif

To Ungku Asif, ex SMK Lembah Keramat student, class of 2006.

Semoga ko dan family selamat.

Semoga cepat get over from the trauma..

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Just got this news.

Asif's house, which is located at Bukit Antarabangsa, was buried from the landslide at around 4 am if I am not mistaken.

Asif got out from the wreckage alive, but his maid still buried under. I haven't got any update about that.

I'm alive!

This entry is full of curse words. If you can't bear seeing it, close down this window. I just couldn't bother censoring my blog.


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Although this blog is in pause mode, I just couldn't resist updating it.... XD

Especially when a near death experience just occurred a few hours ago..

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My family and I was on our way to Terengganu from Johor Bahru. In case you don't know this, we're moving to Terengganu next year.

So today, we brought some stuff to put into our new house.

Wait, did I say some? A lot actually.....

It took two cars to transport only four people, and just imagine how much stuff we were carrying.

My dad, my mum, and my lil sis took one car, and I drove alone with another car.

Me, being the lone driver would mean more load in my car.

More load leads to heavier car, heavier car causes my car to accelerate like a snail on diet.

My car's boot was full, and not to mention the back seat and the passenger seat. Before driving, I noticed that the car was lowered as hell. I took a look at the trunk, and saw a cooking gas tank. My dad says he wants to cook during our stay...Since we planned to stay until Raya Haji, takkan hari hari makan luar...?

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We used Jerangau-Jabor road. In case if you don't know, this road is notoriously known for taking so much lives during festive seasons, no thanks to its blind corners and uneven terrain which cause a lot of blind spots.

I was happily driving, until I stumbled upon this lorry carrying WAAYY to much logs than the lorry can handle.

The road then wasn't that steep of a climb, but it did made the lorry slow down. Or so I think

So I tried to overtake the lorry. I dropped down two gears, and began to gather speed. But the car is sooo heavy...

Little by little, I gathered speed to climb that hill, but as I was overtaking that lorry, I noticed something wrong.

"Tadi aku dah potong sparuh jalan, apesal ni dah macam lagi banyak balik?"

So I floored the paddle as hard as I could. It accelerated a bit, but the lorry deliberately gained speed during the climb.

At this point, I didn't dare to continue overtaking that lorry as I was reaching the apex of the hill. A blind spot. I slowed down, and I got back to the tail of the the lorry.

Just as I got into the back of the lorry, a speeding BMW shot past from the opposite direction.

I was so lucky. If I didn't bail out then, I would've collided with that BMW. The gas tank would've exploded, and I would be reduced to smithereens...

I checked the situation again, this time, I was sure it's clear, then I overtook the lorry.

As I was overtaking that lorry, I looked at the driver, only to notice him looking at me too, LAUGHING HIS ASS OFF.

I was so pissed off with that motherfucker.

THAT SON OF A BITCH COULD'VE KILLED ME FOR GOD'S SAKE!

HOW CAN HE FIND A THRILL IN PUTTING PEOPLE'S LIFE TO DANGER!

I COULD'VE DIED, YOU DUMB ASS!

I cursed that lorry driver for a good ten minutes, which also included a fantasy of me giving that stupid driver a bitch slap.

I pictured myself raising my right hand like a croissant, and WHAM! Down goes the idiot.

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I know I should be thankful that I am alive and all that cursing wouldn't do a thing to him, but at least I got my anger out of my system.

And Alhamdulllah, all of us arrived in one piece.........


P/s: Will update blog if I got internet connection. Never thought a budget hotel would have a wireless connection

UiTM's Great Lockdown

Finally, some civilization.

INTERNET AT LAST!!!

Mwahahahaha.......... Now I'm at my bro's house. Waiting for Emir to come back from Muar so that we can hang out together...Boys day out bebeh!

Mabuk - mabuk and all..... (joke)

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On 17th November, Aziz asked my help to submit his borang penangguhan bayaran PTPTN at UiTM HEP. His flight was on 3pm, but had to be at LCCT before 1pm. So tak sempat la nak dijadikan cerita.

Being a housemate yang penyayang, mulia dan berhati murni, tolong je la hantar although I hadn't read anything for Counseling paper the next day.

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Went to UiTM main camp at 2pm, and I was surprised to see traffic jam. I went in from the back door, and it went all the way inside. I was hungry at that time, so when the crawl reached Dataran Cendikia, I stopped by for a lunch and solat zohor, and thought of going to HEP after the jam subsided a bit.

But the crawl was longer than ever.

At first, I thought maybe it's usual, since it was lunch hour, or maybe people somehow dapat hidayah nak solat jemaah beramai ramai. Hari nak Kiamat kot.

But after 1 solid hour and the jam still hadn't subsided? Something's up, I think.

So I postponed submitting that form. I planned to submit it the next day instead. I went out through main gate, and was surprised to see that the jam continued to Rapid KL bus stop at Section 2.

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And the next day, I got the answer for the jam earlier.

Don't think only Raja Petra Kamaruddin has Deep Throats planted in the government.

I also got maa!

Only mine was at one of the UiTM's hostel.....

The following was the conversation I had with him. I have to use different dialects to camouflage who he really is.



Me: Gila la weh. Semalam aku pi Main camp jam gile. Dari pintu seksyen 7 sampai bus stop rapid seksyen 2 siot!

DT: Actually, aku tau pasai pa. [Utara Dialect]

Me: Awat?

DT: Ko nda tau ka? Semalam ada bilik kena rompakan bersenjata bah! Bawak parang lagi tu! Itu orang luka parah oh...! 6cm luka di muka! Kena jahit nih! [Sabah dialect]

Me: Betul bah?

DT: Yo lo ah! Kawe dok samo level kot ngan ore tu. Saing kawe la tu. Nyaknyo bbudok. VC mari tgk kat PK, yo oyak "Nasib baik selamat.." Selamat nate gedio! Budok tu pah nyawo2 ike doh tu. [Klate dialect]

Me: Pah sek2 yo repot dok polis?

DT: Har...Hok ni la Le Creme de La Creme dalam crite ning. [Terengganu dialect]

Me: Bakpe?

DT: Mu tahu dok? Puak2 ye buleh gi kabor ke pok gad je. Pah pok gad agah konon nok setel dalam je. Kalu skill srupe CSI dakpe gok. Ni skill supe SPM dok lepas. Doh lame orang tu chow baru nok mari. Pah bile mari tu, buleh pok gad tu gi tanye gini, 'Yang hang pi tidoq tgh2 hari buta ni pasai apa?'

Me: LOL.

DT: Itu ler... Dah lambat bebenor dah pastu baru la diorang dapat idea nak wat roadblock. Itu pon teman dengar cite dari Deep Throat Alamanda, dia kate time diorang tgh setting wat road block, penyamun tu da bg IC ngan Student kad kat kolej dia. [Perak dialect. tak brapa nak jadi]

Me: Ler...Gitu skali ropenye....Ish3....Pasal ape la diorg tak btau je polis?

DT: Aku rasa la kan, pak Gad nak jaga nama baik UiTM.... Tapi tak kan la sampai lagu tu, no? Lepas depa frust pak gad bolayan, baru depa pi repot polis....[Kedah]

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Dem son~

OK lah. Better stop here before they press charge against me. ACT 174 says I can't make any press statements regarding anything inside UiTM.

Dem~



P/s: Do blog entries count as press statements? I'll be in deep trouble if it is....

What was I thinking....??

Just read Taufik's blog.

Congrats dude...

Your persuasive speech must've been awesome.

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I think if I get an A for Oral Communication subject, it must have been a miracle. A divine intervention. My speech was not what you'd call awesome.

1) I was thinking about doing why we should eat more fruits. But after reading my older blog posts, I realized I blogged about people getting infected with dengue so much, I decided to change the topic. And it was exactly 24 hours before I presented. It took twelve hours for me to research, another three to construct my speech. and I have to submit psychology test on the same day and I hadn't done shit.

Coz of that, I never got a chance to memorize my speech. I can recall only gists of the paragraphs. Since I didn't want to look nervous by reading aloud my speech, half of the time was actually impromptu. I stutter like a boat stalling.

2)I said this in my speech.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I believe had we taken up actions to prevent dengue, my friends wouldn't have got infected with dengue. Yuslina wouldn't have been infected. Hidayati's housemates wouldn't have been infected. And I believe, if we take up actions to prevent dengue seriously, everyone in this room will never get infected. I bet you my left pinky finger."

Fuck. It came out before I can control it.

Oi! Stupid! What are they supposed to do with your pinky finger la idiot???!! Whack mosquitoes with it??

3) As if that's not enough, I also said this in my speech.

"[bla bla bla]. And to prevent the spreading of dengue fever, don't rely on Government's fogging. FOGGING, NOT FUCKING."

Again. A slip of tongue. And it's a tempah neraka statement.

Of course la they know what fogging and fucking is, you imbecile. And of course they would've heard it right the first time.

How in the blue hell is by fucking, we can solve our dengue fever crisis???!!!

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I must have been mental, fucking up my assessment like that. It must have been because of my blog.

I knew I shouldn't have named it Slip of Tongue.

Stupid ritual....

This has got to be a roll-on-the-floor-laughing-out-loud-stupid-tok-moh-ritual.

Read here.

The nephew must be like a tok moh in training, that he suggested such methods.

Or maybe the next Ayah Pin.

Claiming having divine revelation.PTUI! WTF? What does he think he is? Some kinda Rasul or something??

And the couple.....

OMG....

OMFG....... (Oh My Fantastic God...)

Can't believe they're gullible enough to believe that......

I bet if I told them my piss tastes like Coke, they'd drink it.

Stupid t shirt

Ana, Yuslina, Aziz and me went checking out Raya clothes at Reject Shop in Plaza Shah Alam.

Then, I saw this kinda cool looking hoodies. Thought of buying it, but canceled it at once after I read the writings.


Ready for sophisticated men??

MEN??? AS IN MAN IN PLURAL???

Thanks, but I'll pass...

I prefer things coming outta my ass rather than coming in, thankyouverymuch.

No wonder it's in Reject Shop......

Safwan vs Rats: The Return of the Rat

Remember about my fight with a rat? (click the link to read)

I just returned from breaking fast at my brother's house last Sunday. Right after I arrived in Shah Alam, my room mate told me a rat suddenly dropped out of nowhere and landed on his shoulder while he was showering. He reckoned it dropped from the water tank inside the bathroom.

He said "It's big, it's brown, but not juicy."

Shit.

The rat's back. Seems that falling out from fourth floor didn't teach that rat any lessons.

Looks like I have to open up another can of ass-whoopin'.






This time, I'm gonna be prepared.

I'm gonna be silent. I'm gonna be stealthy. I'm not gonna be easy on them.

I'm gonna buy a bottle of rat poison.