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.

Fakta paling mudah untuk kau telan.

Lirik cari sendiri.


Senang je kan nak telan? :)

Now we know why

Last month, I wrote about types of drivers I hate.

I received a comment from a good friend of mine, Afnan. He said there's a type of driver he hates in Kelantan, which are Pak Hajis.

Typically, they're old people wearing Serbans or Kopiahs, and some of them are experiencing deteriorating eyesight.

Personally, I kind of agree with him.

In Terengganu, Pak Hajis are walking, riding or driving nightmares. One might never know when these people might pop into the middle of the road and act like we are doing 20 km/h when in fact we are slamming on the brake praying to God we don't run over them.

One Pak Haji that I ever had the misfortune to have encountered was last two days. I had to tail behind this One-Day-More-To-100-Years-Old Pak Haji in his car, driving in the MIDDLE OFF THE ROAD. People from the opposite side of the road had to swerve past him dangerously and I could've sworn I saw them cursing to him as I past them. I gave him a long honk and high beam to him from behind and overtook him the second I had the chance. God knows what could've happened if I didn't...

I think I have the explanation for this matter.

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While I was running errands for my parents, I parked my car beside a Pak Haji. I noticed that his car had this sticker on his fuel tank.





As you can see here, this car is powered by Iman.

When regular drivers like us are running low on fuel, we can just calm down and look for gas stations nearby.








But in this Pak Haji's case, if he's running out of his Iman, he doesn't have to look for gas stations. He can just do this while driving instead.







Hence taking both of his hands off the wheels and eyes of the road.

Well spent Holiday/Strange game

Awww......


It's a cute lookin thing, isn't it?


Kinda makes you wanna shoot an arrow right through his stupid head, doesn't it?

I feel the same way too.....

Since the start of the holidays, I've been wasting my time playing this game. It's called Ragnarok. I blame Jeng for this. He gave it to me. He made me an addict of this game.

Basically what you do is you create a character, walk around, kill monsters, gain money, upgrade weapons, kill more monsters and play dress up. SERIOUS.

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Like in the real world, my character fails on the fashion department. It's friggin ugly. It's all because of my lack of fashion sense. And another one is because my character is broke.

So there was this one fortunate day when my character had lots of money, I went out for a shopping spree. I was walking around town looking for bargains and stopped abruptly once I saw this dubious fella just around the corner.

What in the world...?????

He changes WHAT????

Dem!~

Apparently, this is one of the feature of the game! Just talk to the dude and he'll swap your genitals!

Cool eh?

And just for the fun of it, I talked to the dude.





I picked the first option, and guess what, he said this!

Oh My Goat.

He asked another question whether I want to continue being a male or change to female. He then asked me to pay him some fees and provide him some items if I were to change my gender.

The way he put it, he made it sound so easy to change one's gender. Pay him, give him things, and they're good to go. No wonder more people are changing sexes in the real world nowadays.

Immediately, I declined the guy's offer.

I'm not ready to let go of my Big Bird.

To Aziz, Michelle, Yus, and maybe Ana. Oh and maybe Mimi too.

This post is dedicated to them. Coz they'll probably be the only people who understand this post.

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A couple of weeks ago, I went out to a Guardian Pharmacy nearby Kuala Terengganu to get some stuff, and I stumbled upon this instead.

OWH SHIT!

The Horror! The Horror!

Hahahaha~

Satu perbuatan nakal dari pak cik yang nakal

Padan muka mu Nazmi.

Wawang letak gambar mu dalam blog Wawang.

Sapa suruh tinggal Wawang pegi Langkawi?

Wakakaka~

Balik nanti beli coklat banyak2 kat Wawang eh?

Kalo tak nanti Wawang letak lagi gambar mu dlm blog Wawang......

Hehehehe~




p/s: Wawang is what he calls me. Apparently Wang is harder for him to remember than Wawang. Kinda funny how baby's brains work, doesn't it?