I decided to humour Danny’s latest post and do this thang. I have much more important things to do but I decided to break the monotony. Here we go…
Remove one question from below and add in your personal question. Make a total of 20 questions and tag 8 people. List them out at the end of the post. Notify them in their cbox that they've been tagged. Whoever does the tag will have blessings from all.
1. What’s your ambition?
It’s either be successful businessman or a professional student.
2. Who is more important to you? Friends or boy/girlfriend?
Both, actually. They both can offer you different things in life.
3. How often do you think of committing suicide?
Often… No. Have, a handful. Ever tried listening to a girl with an IQ that could prove that our species is devolving?
4. Do you think you have enough confidence?
To a haphazard level, yeah.
5. Do you believe that what goes around comes around?
Karma, baby. It makes the world go round…
6. Do you believe in God?
I can’t hate something I don’t believe in, so, yeah.
7. Do you believe in eternity love?
I believe in ‘til death do us part.
8. What's a perfect girlfriend/boyfriend like to you? (List 10)
Same interests, sense of humour and definitely someone you can spend sleepless nights just talking to.
9. What's a worst girlfriend/boyfriend like to you?
One who uses you for what you have.
10.What feeling do you love most?
Being high. C’mon, that was damn simple!
11. What is your bad habit?
Heh… Absolutely embarrassing, for sure. Pass, for your sakes, not mine.
12. Is there anything you wanna tell the people who hates you?
I doubt there’s any people out there who do, but if there are… I’d probably tell them to suck it up, ‘cause the world’s not a nice place and you definitely deserved what I said or did ‘cause that’s how I roll, motherfucker. Yeah~
13. Do you cherish every single friendship of yours?
No, because there are some people that I am only friends with are out of formality or out of my need of wanting them to help me accomplish something significant.
14. What does flying means to you?
Laga laga laga laga~
15. What do you currently crave for the most?
What I want now exactly is going to spoil my special surprise for majority of my readers so I’ll leave that. What I want after that is definitely a meaningful relationship with a girl that I truly wish she’d feel the same way as I do her.
16. Have you ever regretted any decisions that you have made? If yes, briefly describe it.
Definitely. Who hasn’t? Spare me the tough guy talk. I regret not getting to know my dad better. It doesn’t really count as a regret ‘cause I was too young to understand that there will be times that I needed stories and experience to live in this world.
17. Describe the person who tagged you in 7 words.
Round, talented, bespectacled, funny, devout, jovial and free-spirited
18.What have you done to yourself to make yourself happy?
Be around the people that make me laugh. Just putting myself in that position is all I need to do.
19. What will you become in another 10 years?
Hopefully happy in whatever position possible.
20. What would you do when you are lonely?
Seriously, you know, I know and we all laugh silently inside.
There, done. Alright, I’ll just tag whoever I damn well please. Cobain, Wei Shiarn, RR, Fatty and RK, you’re it. Peace out y’all.
Sunday, November 16, 2008
Saturday, November 15, 2008
Taqi’s Farewell – Part 2
Yeah, this’s way overdue but what the hell, cut me some slack, I have exams too, you know. In fact, just had one today, Consumer Behaviour… I raped that paper wide open, baby… Bun pardo! Messed up quite a bit on Section B, but should be a’ite. Section A was okay… just forgot 3 or 4 of the terms’ definitions. Definitely aced Section C… all the shit I memorized came out and I blabbed bullshit for the part Bs and examples for that shit. Yeah~!
*ahem*
The day after the barbeque, Andre decided to take Taqi out for dinner at Ampang for 1 last time at the usual Arabic/Middle-Eastern food + sheesha places. I must confess that I am one of the worst drives especially when it comes to directions. So I decided to enlist the help of Dion’s GPS so I wouldn’t get fucking lost on the way.
Just comes to show how bad a driver I am… I can’t even freakin’ follow the freakin’ bitch’s voice from the GPS! So after much turning and twisting in the concrete jungle of KL, we finally got to the gas station near Great Eastern Mall.
We had dinner, watched the Man Utd v Hull City game, amazing match that was and had some amazing sheesha. Service was horrendous, though. I do hate foreign help. Foreign people that OPEN the restaurants or shops are alright. The foreign people WORKING for them are horrible. Usually it’d be Banglas, Indons and Indians that floated over on a plank. Pink would be one of the good examples of incompetent foreign help at times. Watching their co-ordination is like watching the paraplegic synchronized swimming event.
Anyways, yeah, food was good and we decided to take one last picture before we left the place.
*ahem*
The day after the barbeque, Andre decided to take Taqi out for dinner at Ampang for 1 last time at the usual Arabic/Middle-Eastern food + sheesha places. I must confess that I am one of the worst drives especially when it comes to directions. So I decided to enlist the help of Dion’s GPS so I wouldn’t get fucking lost on the way.
Just comes to show how bad a driver I am… I can’t even freakin’ follow the freakin’ bitch’s voice from the GPS! So after much turning and twisting in the concrete jungle of KL, we finally got to the gas station near Great Eastern Mall.
We had dinner, watched the Man Utd v Hull City game, amazing match that was and had some amazing sheesha. Service was horrendous, though. I do hate foreign help. Foreign people that OPEN the restaurants or shops are alright. The foreign people WORKING for them are horrible. Usually it’d be Banglas, Indons and Indians that floated over on a plank. Pink would be one of the good examples of incompetent foreign help at times. Watching their co-ordination is like watching the paraplegic synchronized swimming event.
Anyways, yeah, food was good and we decided to take one last picture before we left the place.
We were joking so much about how Andre would miss Taqi like how he would be in one of those shower scenes sobbing on the ground with the water running and drawing a heart with an arrow piercing it with Taqi’s name in it on the steamed glass. Amazing shit.
It’ll be a boring year next year if I was staying.
See you real soon, dude.
Beginning of an Adventure – Liftoff
3 more exams to go, just need to pass them, stay disease-free, injury-free and death-free. As in, no close friends/relatives passing away. Had a fair dose this year, thank you very much. 44 more days to go. Peace out y’all!
Sunday, November 9, 2008
Taqi’s Farewell – Part 1
Written: 2nd of November, 2008
Have been waiting for pics and pics alone before I could post this one. Enjoy, everybody!
After months of suffering with ACCA, Taqi decided it was high time that he called it quits to keep trying to finish it in Malaysia. So, he made the decision to go back to Dubai for good and hopefully finish up there. Seeing as he was leaving for good, a few of us had decided to get him a gift and perhaps a BBQ party. It was all a surprise, of course. Over the course of three weeks, people have been trying to make this all happen, particularly Rikaz and Rushdi. Not much had happened over the three weeks ‘cept getting some people to pay up. Only the mug and the booking of the venue were last minute.
Funny story about the mug… Not so funny on my end but exceptionally satisfying nonetheless. Me, Rushdi and Shraddha went to Central Market to get the mug done. What we had in mind was to put a couple of jokes that we had all shared with Taqi on it and the list was quite a long one. We found the biggest mug the store had to offer and we still had to chop off quite a few jokes from the list. Here’re some of the things written on the mug from the top of my head.
Anyways, here’s the funny story. After we were done, we took the KTM during rush hour back to Subang Jaya. Shit, now I know how people feel. It’s so bloody packed! I’d make a joke about sardines but hell, this just wasn’t funny. From Carrefour we took a cab back for 12 bucks seeing as there was the usual jam. Seriously, with so much concrete per square mile, one would expect cars to be flying here and there with so many alternative routes around. We got off at Sunway Monash Condo to drop Shraddha off and I had the mug in hand. I placed it on the top of the cab and I stopped to calculate the cost of the ride. Next thing I knew was the passenger side door slamming and the revving of the cab’s engine. The cab turned into the road and off towards SunMed… with the mug on top.
Fucking hell
Believe it or not, I started chasing the damned cab. No hesitation, no quip, just adrenaline pumping outta my ears! Three quarters of the way to SunMed I finally caught up with the cab. The driver had seen me running and when I reached he had turned back and looked at me through the passenger side window. All I heard was something about being lucky and shit like that. I got the mug. It was better than scoring a goal. It was better than bitch slapping a ho. I felt like Usain Bolt winning the Olympics. Walked back the way I came slowly, clutching the mug with a grin of a winner. After what seemed like a fast-forward tape of tragedy in progress, this seemed like a slow-mo scene of a hard-fought glorious victory as I walked passed the condo bus stop to a clapping Rushdi. Took me awhile to catch my breath.
Eventually night came and these guys went down to prepare the food and stuff at the BBQ pit. The plan was for Raashid to go ask Taqi to go down for a swim for one last time, for old time’s sake. Seeing as the party wasn’t going to start until Raashid had returned, I waited at home playing Max Payne with the highly-acclaimed Kung Fu mod.
After a beer with Rahul to make sure Taqi was staying put at home, I went down a bit smashed and soaked my head in the pool trying to stop the fire that was going on in my noggin. Taqi eventually came with Raashid and then we all started. Check it out…
Trying not to be caught off guard, Taqi gave a wide smile for the surprise
Chefs hard at work
Me and Piumi enjoyin the food
He loves the chilli BBQ chicken, apparently
The Lagoonview gang
Azim goes in first after a change of threads
A couple of people that went down with him
Piumi trying to struggle out of getting dunked but...
D'oh... Heh heh heh heh...
The sheesha corner
Have been waiting for pics and pics alone before I could post this one. Enjoy, everybody!
After months of suffering with ACCA, Taqi decided it was high time that he called it quits to keep trying to finish it in Malaysia. So, he made the decision to go back to Dubai for good and hopefully finish up there. Seeing as he was leaving for good, a few of us had decided to get him a gift and perhaps a BBQ party. It was all a surprise, of course. Over the course of three weeks, people have been trying to make this all happen, particularly Rikaz and Rushdi. Not much had happened over the three weeks ‘cept getting some people to pay up. Only the mug and the booking of the venue were last minute.
Funny story about the mug… Not so funny on my end but exceptionally satisfying nonetheless. Me, Rushdi and Shraddha went to Central Market to get the mug done. What we had in mind was to put a couple of jokes that we had all shared with Taqi on it and the list was quite a long one. We found the biggest mug the store had to offer and we still had to chop off quite a few jokes from the list. Here’re some of the things written on the mug from the top of my head.
“Power extreme treme treme” – From the Centurions, apparently
“Melaka toilet” – A true Malaysian public toilet story
“Wheelbarrow” – The position that no one wants to be in
“Fire truck with the ladder up and broken glass” – Don’t ask…
“Spicy milk” – A pervert’s misunderstanding to great effect
“San…Fran…Cisco!” – Good times, good times…
“Melaka toilet” – A true Malaysian public toilet story
“Wheelbarrow” – The position that no one wants to be in
“Fire truck with the ladder up and broken glass” – Don’t ask…
“Spicy milk” – A pervert’s misunderstanding to great effect
“San…Fran…Cisco!” – Good times, good times…
Anyways, here’s the funny story. After we were done, we took the KTM during rush hour back to Subang Jaya. Shit, now I know how people feel. It’s so bloody packed! I’d make a joke about sardines but hell, this just wasn’t funny. From Carrefour we took a cab back for 12 bucks seeing as there was the usual jam. Seriously, with so much concrete per square mile, one would expect cars to be flying here and there with so many alternative routes around. We got off at Sunway Monash Condo to drop Shraddha off and I had the mug in hand. I placed it on the top of the cab and I stopped to calculate the cost of the ride. Next thing I knew was the passenger side door slamming and the revving of the cab’s engine. The cab turned into the road and off towards SunMed… with the mug on top.
Fucking hell
Believe it or not, I started chasing the damned cab. No hesitation, no quip, just adrenaline pumping outta my ears! Three quarters of the way to SunMed I finally caught up with the cab. The driver had seen me running and when I reached he had turned back and looked at me through the passenger side window. All I heard was something about being lucky and shit like that. I got the mug. It was better than scoring a goal. It was better than bitch slapping a ho. I felt like Usain Bolt winning the Olympics. Walked back the way I came slowly, clutching the mug with a grin of a winner. After what seemed like a fast-forward tape of tragedy in progress, this seemed like a slow-mo scene of a hard-fought glorious victory as I walked passed the condo bus stop to a clapping Rushdi. Took me awhile to catch my breath.
Eventually night came and these guys went down to prepare the food and stuff at the BBQ pit. The plan was for Raashid to go ask Taqi to go down for a swim for one last time, for old time’s sake. Seeing as the party wasn’t going to start until Raashid had returned, I waited at home playing Max Payne with the highly-acclaimed Kung Fu mod.
After a beer with Rahul to make sure Taqi was staying put at home, I went down a bit smashed and soaked my head in the pool trying to stop the fire that was going on in my noggin. Taqi eventually came with Raashid and then we all started. Check it out…
Trying not to be caught off guard, Taqi gave a wide smile for the surprise
Chefs hard at work
Me and Piumi enjoyin the food
He loves the chilli BBQ chicken, apparently
The Lagoonview gang
It was quite a manageable crowd. The Lagoonview gang had come, Jeremy had come for a bit, and 710 was there, obviously and definitely 706 and 709. Shazwan was at a gig at KDU, apparently.
The party only started when Azim got dunked into the pool. I was supposed to be the 1st one in but plans changed. I knew it was coming so I took off my shirt before they could try anything. Just stood by the edge waiting and suddenly Zabrin grabbed me from behind and jumped in with me in tow. It felt like I was caught in landslide and it had brought me tumbling into the raging river far below amidst a hail of boulders. Bodies started flying everywhere into the pool and eventually after catching all the stragglers we all jumped into the pool together. Good times…
The party only started when Azim got dunked into the pool. I was supposed to be the 1st one in but plans changed. I knew it was coming so I took off my shirt before they could try anything. Just stood by the edge waiting and suddenly Zabrin grabbed me from behind and jumped in with me in tow. It felt like I was caught in landslide and it had brought me tumbling into the raging river far below amidst a hail of boulders. Bodies started flying everywhere into the pool and eventually after catching all the stragglers we all jumped into the pool together. Good times…
Azim goes in first after a change of threads
A couple of people that went down with him
Piumi trying to struggle out of getting dunked but...
D'oh... Heh heh heh heh...
The sheesha corner
TO BE CONTINUED
Damn... Freaking ass long post. Peace out y’all!
P.S: Lifts have been fixed! WOOHOO!
P.P.S: SL United made it through the group stage with 1 win, 1 loss and 1 draw by goal difference!
P.P.P.S: NAAASSSRIIIIIIIIIIIII~!!! In your face, Man Utd!
Damn... Freaking ass long post. Peace out y’all!
P.S: Lifts have been fixed! WOOHOO!
P.P.S: SL United made it through the group stage with 1 win, 1 loss and 1 draw by goal difference!
P.P.P.S: NAAASSSRIIIIIIIIIIIII~!!! In your face, Man Utd!
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