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Today, like so many other days, I am sitting in front of my computer, surfing the internet again. To me, a computer without internet connection is practically useless as 99% of my time with my computer has something to do with the internet. I won’t even bother to turn on the computer if the internet connection is not available. Internet has become a vital daily need for me, so do many other kids all around the world. That’s why I always get freaked out whenever the connection is slow. I spend my time regularly on a few websites. They helped me a lot, and they help me to define who I am as a person. Sometimes, I do think that I am so much like them.

I am Wikipedia.

Wikipedia opens a new platform on the internet. He allows people to smash their knowledge, views, and opinions on his wall and show them to the people. He might not be correct all the time, but he accepts the knowledge, the views, and the opinions and expresses them. He provides insights for the knowledge and opinions at the same time, he should be complimented because of his courage to convey his ideas without hesitation. After all, people might question his opinions but he will change and will be changed when he possesses wrong thoughts. He leaves it to the people to judge either he is right or wrong.

I am Google.

Google has changed the way people lead their lives since the very first day it appeared.  He has been assisting millions of people on finding things, collecting information, proving statements and solving problems. He serves his users with his ability. He is good at gathering information and showing people the best choice of the solutions. He even suggests and corrects people whenever his users do not really know what they are looking for. For all the year he exists, he never fails people. He only fails when people do not understand him, when people do not tell him the right things to find and to do. For decade, he never rejects a single request of his users. He only rejects when people ask him things that are way beyond his capability.

I am Facebook.

Facebook has risen from the newest to the strongest social networking site. He does things that have never been done by so many of his rivals. He provides the best place for people to share their feelings, to share their emotions, and to spend their free time. Whenever people have a person to share their feelings and emotions, they feel better and they start sticking to the person because the person can always help them to relieve their excessive emotions. He helps them to spend their free time by socializing, by relating them to their old friends, by showing friends their concern and their thoughtfulness and by playing with them. He helps people to solve problems when he is able to share the problems with every friend of the users. Friends give comments and advices through him. He is responsible to link the friends, promote interaction between them, and restore the good relationship they used to have.

I am Youtube.

Youtube came out with a stage for people to present themselves, to perform their talents. He encourages people who are not courageous enough to step on the virtual stage and show the best part in them. He convinces people that everyone has talents to show, everyone can do the best in something they are most passionate in. Youtube produces an arena for people to broadcast their messages, to reveal the truth. He boosts the discussion between the people regarding the latest news of the world. He may not be faster than every means of communication but he is more genuine and real. Truth in words can be manipulated and twisted; videos, images and recordings in him can never lie. He never lies. That is the reason he is authoritative and convincing to reveal the truth that is concealed by some parts of the world.

They have become part of my life and I have become them. They are my beliefs; I believe them more than I do toward the religion I embrace. Sometimes I even wonder, are they actually my Gods?

Best Bus Trip Ever

An urge to go home for holiday of Hari Raya Haji, to try my luck; I went to central bus station. I did not book nor buy a ticket earlier; however, I was so hopeful that I would get a bus ticket. I met a kind man when I was in the midst of finding ticket. He was selling me the ticket of his friend that couldn’t make it that night. While he was persuading me to buy the ticket, I hesitated for a short while as he was a Malay. I was afraid that might be a fraud and the price was higher than ever. Nonetheless, I still bought the ticket as I understood it was harder than ever to get a bus ticket.

He invited me to walk along with him and sit together in the bus. I felt worried but his kind expression put my mind at rest, not to question his intention. We walked to the waiting area, the clock showed 9:56pm. Two hours to go, we walked around separately to burn the time. It was 11:30pm, we moved down to the platform. Hundreds of people were already there waiting for the buses, so impatient to get home for Hari Raya Haji. Waiting together with my new friend, who was the kind man, we both shook our heads when we saw people pushing and squeezing to get on board. Time did not fly at that moment, one second by one second, waited for hour, the buses did not come.

And the consequence was people got anxious and unsecured. Even everyone had the ticket in hand, that did not guarantee a seat on bus to get you home. I had a ticket in my wallet, I did not feel safe, and I did not know what time I would get home. But I knew I would, when I looked my new friend in his eyes. He wanted to go home, I knew he did, so much more than me, I had faith in him; I knew we would get home safely. The attendants kept shouting the names of places and that provoked the feeling of the people that wanted to get home so dreadfully. The people surrounded the attendants, asked if their tickets were valid. The attendants did not say except stay here or go there and wait.

The people got more and more annoyed and aggressive; they shouted and ran toward the attendants whenever they appeared, just like fans surrounding Michael Jackson. But they made a difference. Fans ask for signature and handshake, they asked for a seat to get home. At last, but not exactly the last thing, we followed the crowd to the roadside. The moment I was walking, I had a feeling: the country is at war, people are fleeing, and I am a refugee. When people were screaming, I thought of the public transportation in India. Malaysia is so-called better, more developed, but people are still that uncivilized.

Being a refugee, I had tasted the feeling. The bitter time did not stop there. Hundreds of people waiting for buses at the roadside and the buses disappointed us. They were all empty but they were not for us. One disappointment after another, people couldn’t take the disappointment; they wanted to get home so desperately. So did my new friend, but he was good enough, he did not freak out. He was so calm and patient that gave me strength to believe that I would get home.

The attendants yelled the names of the places in the middle of the road as soon as the buses arrived. The people started running without second thoughts. My new friend asked me to do the same thing and I did. The moment that I ran, I imagined myself as a prisoner that has just been released, that I would have to run to get home or I would be shot to death. All the people were running fast, my new friend and I were walking fast after we crossed the road. And after all, we found our bus.

That was our bus, 8303 matched the digits on the tickets exactly. Without dithering, we squeezed into the bus, found our seats and we both sat down finally. After taking few seconds to rest, a guy told my friend that the bus was not heading to our home. I stood up straight after he left his seat as I had faith in him. The driver confirmed with us where we were heading. Unfortunately, our seats were all taken after that. Imagine when you have tickets and seat numbers in your hands, you should be able to ask the people to stand up and let you take the seats. However, we both didn’t do that. We both knew, people got so freaked out that they didn’t even care where the bus was heading. They didn’t even care if they were holding the right tickets.

The driver noticed us. He brought us to the only seat left and I took the seat without much thinking. Just before I sat down, my new friend came across my mind. What about him? I looked from the window; he has got down from the bus. He waved at me from the outside. The instant I waved back, I felt sad and touched. I shouldn’t do that to him. He sold me the ticket; he got me into the bus. I wouldn’t be sitting in the bus without his help. I was like a big bad guy, abandoned him, waved and laughed at him before he walked away.

I was sitting in the bus, pondering and regretting what I have done to him. While contemplating, I saw a new scene that was hard enough for people like me to see. I saw people of different races sitting in the same bus. The one sitting beside me was an Indian and the kind man was a Malay. For the eighteen years I have gone through on this land, I do not trust them and I seldom talk to them even when I have mastered their language. This bus trip changed my perception: I can trust them and sometimes I have to rely on them. People of every race have kind guys and bad guys and just now I was a big bad guy.

Good guys hard to come by these days. And I met one, I am grateful to have met him. He had festival to celebrate but I took the chance, the only seat. I was so cruel to leave him, so ruthless to abandon him. I promise myself, if I were given a chance again, I would leave the seat for him. He deserves that seat forever.

I Love M’sia

Recently, I learned a new bad word, rude word or harsh word: chicken. The mildest bad word I have ever heard in my life. You are not scolding something obscene, you are not scolding other people’s mothers or fathers, you are just scolding a chicken, a thing that you eat every day that we eat every day that everyone eats every day. You can relate chicken to any occasion whenever you meet problems and hard circumstances that you feel like scolding bad word. For example, when you cannot do your physics paper, you can say that word, chicken; because chicken and physics share a common thing, they are so hard to grasp.This is how you relate chicken to your problems. That’s why chicken is a very useful word to express yourself, to show your anger and annoyance. Ditch all those bad words and adopt this new word for euphemism’s sake: chicken.

Oops, this post has gone too far from the topic. Anyway, how do we relate chicken to my love toward Malaysia? Malaysia has a lot of live chickens? Malaysians like to eat Kentucky Fried Chicken? Out of so many, I think the most appropriate one would be Malaysians act like chickens, Malaysians do things like chickens do. How do chickens act? Not very sure, try and ask a live chicken or maybe a dead chicken in Kentucky Fried Chicken, maybe you can get a very chicken answer. Okay, It’s still too far from the title…How to relate ??!!?!

Let’s start from this day, a day when I was home, asking my friends to watch a movie(surrogates) with me. I watched it once at Mid-Valley(only the ending), so this time I wanted to watch the whole movie, from the beginning to the happy ending. It’s been quite some time since I last rode my motorcycle, I was a little worried with my riding skill. Before I left my home, I told myself: “You are going to reach there and get home safely. Nothing is going to happen to you. You are going to the United States. Nothing is going to stop you from going there. You will be safe.” And there I went, I rode to Alor Star Mall, met so many familiar faces coincidentally, watched fun fair, played snooker, watched movie…bla bla bla…Time to get home.

I got out from the theater, said goodbye to my friends, looked for my motorbike. Oh my gosh, my motorbike was so far away from the exit. I took a 5-minute walk, something bad came into my mind, it was about 2am in the morning, would something happen to my motorcycle? I felt worried and anxious, tried to get to my motorbike as soon as possible; phew, I saw my motorbike…When I was about to reach it,” oh my god, oh my god, holy shit, chicken, something goes wrong, where is your helmet??? It’s gone, it’s gone…argh!!!”

Hahahaha, I know bad luck is not going to end that fast…everything was in my mind, I could know something bad was going to happen to me. Let me recount since the very 1st day I got to Uniten, it never ends. “Got late to Uniten on the very 1st day, because of anxiety, cut my friends’ line without knowing I did that; phone got stolen on the way to Mid-Valley at KTM Serdang; 2 days later got admitted not to schools of United States but hospitals because of appendicitis; transferred to different hospitals that i had to get injected with the same thing so many times again and again; underwent operation that I had to skip so many classes and eventually spent more than 7k in that luxurious hospital; bought a new phone but fell down from my bike; bought a new bike but I fell down from the bike; my friendsss fell down from my bike; both my newly bought phone and bike got scratched; suffered from the wound for more than 2 weeks; gear of my bike broke down; both tires of my motorbike punctured; rear tire of my bike punctured and bla bla bla.” So many until it is impossible to mention all of them, and a thing, I spent money to overcome them.

Way to get home was not going to be easy without helmet. I had a very very bad feeling and sign that this way, I would be experiencing something. Through my understanding of this city “Alor Star”, at 2am late midnight, roadblocks and Mat rempitsss would be in the middle of my way home. “How am I going to defeat them???” No choice but to keep going as staying there longer means you are exposing yourself to robbery. I saw three suspicious guys walking pass, without hesitation, there was only one way:escape! I moved with the highest speed I could get in the shortest time, but rethink “I have no helmet!!! I don’t want to take the risk!!!” I slowed down, all the way to high speed public road, there were a lot of motorcycles, that place was the best place(highway) for Mat Rempitsss…Oh my gosh…Those people looked at me weirdly riding without helmet, thought I was with them, kept provoking me to race with them. I didn’t look at them, I kept the lowest speed I could get and they left. All the way, I kept meeting Mat Rempitsss, getting more and more…argh!!! I took the route which I usually take, chicken, “oh man…I’m going to be stopped by cops…” All in my expectation, I met cops. I stopped before they stopped me. They noticed my appearance and started shouting:”why didn’t you wear a helmet ?!?!?!?!?!??!” “My helmet got stolen!!!”, I responded with a loud voice. They asked me to get down from my motorbike, bring my motor to the back alley and started interrogating and questioning me.

Here is why I love M’sia. =.=!

I showed them my helmet cut strap, valid license, and IC. Since I was just an innocent guy, and say truthfully I look innocent sometimes, they let me go. They didn’t even say a thing about that theft, no need to investigate, no need to remind me to be careful, no need to tell me not to leave my helmet with my bike again. But a thing that they remembered to remind was:”Balik ikut jalan belakang la!” They even remembered to ask:”kamu pakai topi apa?…topi biasa pun kena curi..haha.” I got back to my motorbike and tried to turn on the engine, they reminded:”pi la belakang sikit, jangan bagi orang lain nampak ni…” So helpful…but I regretted so much because I forgot to say thank you.

Should I be grateful that they didn’t bring me back to police station? Should I be thankful that they didn’t detain me? Maybe I should say thank you to the thief because you didn’t steal my entire motorbike, just my helmet.

I love you Malaysia, you gave me an experience that I don’t know whether I should be grateful or sorrowful. On my last part of way home, I wasn’t sure whether I should cry or laugh. There are few situations that your teardrops will go horizontal, you are on roller coaster or riding without helmet. Maybe it’s been years I never cry, I couldn’t cry when I tried to, God left me no choice but to laugh. Hahaha all the way back to home.

When everyone tells me don’t come back when you go to the United States, I know I’m coming back regardless what other people say. I’m forever Malaysian, Malaysia Boleh!!!

Strap of my helmet. Thanks for leaving me with the strap or else I would have been detained.

Thank you for giving me so much fun in Malaysia.

A day

It’s hard to believe that my last post was about a month ago! It’s been a month that I didn’t have the time to handle this blog. Ya, we(PPOU ATU students) have been a little bit busy all this while, I think no one actually updated his or her blog recently. I have had a tough time these few months in uniten, a hellish place that is meant to torture us.

I think this day, this moment, and this time is the most relieved time for me, as I have done all the tests and finally there is one day that I don’t have classes and I don’t have homework, assignments, journal, presentations and bla bla bla…Our journey does not end here, this is just a station for you to take a rest…(just for few hours as tomorrow I have my class again), to go on for a longer journey. A journey, a route, and a path to the United States, we have something bigger and harder to face: SAT reasoning test(again), SAT subject tests, TOEFL(I think 2 times also), foundation(I flunked my final exam) and so on.

Our US application is so much important as well…I tried to start my preparation in May 2009 and now, I’m in mid-October 2009. Damn it, I didn’t finish a single shit regarding application. I started it, but everything is unfinished and incomplete..sigh…

Jump back to final exam, at first we enjoyed, after that we studied and crammed everything inside in few days to sit for our final exams, at last we would cry when we got our results. 2 days after SAT Reasoning Test, bigger ordeals were there to kill us once more: calculus and physics. For so many years, so many tests, so many exams, I never tried to leave my answers blank and this time I tried it. I left so many questions blank and so that’s why I flunked the physics paper.

After the tests and exams, the most important thing is to forget them. Therefore, we went to Mid-Valley to relieve ourselves, to release our stress and tension; it was a nice trip with classmates. There, we did what we usually do, stupid things that scholars normally do, things that JPA buggers always do.

Below are some photos taken throughout the days in uniten: (for pleasing purpose)

We met dead body in uniten again when we were biking; I’m not sure whether this is a good sign or a bad sign.

Giving our friend a good send-off who was terminating his scholarship; he left us all and pursuing something that he really likes.

Celebrating birthday for my my housemate, and classmate. A big birthday cake adorned by 4 sticks of french fries made of potato, a thing which is quite significant to him. A night before that he got gang raped and racked by JPA bastards (that’s too much). The cake served as an apology or whatever you call it. I recorded the process, but the video is just too obscene until I cannot show it to people. If people were to see the video, something would happen to these rapists.

Trying to imitate our physics lecturer, trying to become a nerd.

A group of people taking a nerd’s photo as if he is a big star, just like William Hung.

This post ends here, enjoy and have a nice day.

I’m home

I have been a little bit busy these days as vacation was coming soon. This blog has been forgotten for quite some time but not a long time. Today, I’m going home, going back to a hometown which I love,full of paddy fields, going back to a place which I can always see familiar faces. Yeah, the last time I went back I could see familiar faces around that small town, it’s not rural area or “ulu’. This time I’m pretty convinced there will be more out there in that small town as everyone is home to reunite with their friends and families after suffering and working hard for a long long time, so do I.

A blog that fell into oblivion for almost 2 weeks has come back to live. It was meant for SATs, but it was more about crapping. Hope was on the blogs to show maturity, but immaturity was shown very well. This post, I think I would start off with crap experience and go on with not-so-crap.

What is crap experience? Busy days in these 2 weeks ? What did we do in these 2 weeks? I don’t really remember,let me try to recall. Movies at alamanda, cs instead of cr at late midnight, watching buggers playing dota at late midnight, doing journals that I don’t know how they matter and etc, etc, etc. crap.

The best nonsense thing you could do at sushi king.

a payback for sushi king’s grand service charge.

Not-so-crap ones would be SAT. SAT is fun and exciting. What came into my mind was the test given by YJ on Wednesday. That was a nice test, ya, truly nice. When I got back to my computer, YJ I found out that the test paper you gave us, I got it since May of this year. I never try to do. YJ, you asked the right person, I got the test paper before you gave me. I could have gotten perfect score, hahaha. This time problems with symbols are not that significant, problems with passages failed my test. Excluding simers, 14 out of 18 couldn’t get the score required. Hoho, I was one of them, how fun being a part of majority. What’s wrong with that test, what is so tough about that test. Critical Reading should be damn easy and there are people who could get perfect score for that section,those people are in uniten as well. A nightmare to us might be a sweet dream to them.

I just couldn’t get the passages, I don’t know what the authors think and are trying to tell. Logical thinking was not there, KBSM does not require logical thinking. It needs only you to open your mouth and food is fed to your mouth. Basically, I seldom read and that leads to lower score range of critical reading section.

Some people are demoralizing: time is not enough for you…; some people are encouraging: you have to do more practices and work harder. Which one is better and nicer to hear? You can choose either one. It depends on you, is all up to you. After all, my conception is humans are the products of their choices.

All the above is a little bit off topic, but it does not go off with the main purpose of this blog was established. If there is anyone, who still wonders what the blog is about, your answer is SAT, definitely. There is another reply for the question, it’s to show immaturity and maturity, to channel the opinions of the bloggers of this blog.

This post has gone too far from the topic, now it’s back. I’m home, say hi and howdy to the rice bowl of Malaysia and say goodbye and see you to satay(I never try satay here).

Attention:

Keep your eye on the food. Photos taken from upten. My lunch today.

what do you feel? Will you continue eating?

It’s just a small bug. Get rid of it and continue eating.

I brought this matter to the boss’ attention(1st time i saw him at his stall), he apologized hundreds of times and said sorry and it just happened.

He would like to replace another plate for me, unfortunately, I don’t want. That’s enough.

Section01 vs Section02

Friday we had a devastating 4-hour Mdm Ong’s class. (Most of us didn’t get enough sleep a night before that, 4 hours were exhausting.)

4-hour lesson made our brain full of opinions and thesis statements as well as sandwiches. I could see sandwiches floating around my forehead, tempting me to eat them. When I tried to catch them, they just went off like this. (No doubt I failed to apply sandwich theory in my SAT essays.)

We even had our timed writing…Most of us were able to write at most 4 paragraphs only, and my friend wrote 2 only(Feel pity for you…Math quiz you did some mistakes and writing you were able to write 2 only. Never mind at least you have your soul mate with you but I don’t have…sigh). That was saddening and demoralizing as we only have 34 days left to prepare for SATs. And yet we were still not able to produce essays that can get us into the range of 5 and 6.

In that 4 hours, what caught my attention the most was not timed writing or sandwiches. It was the time when Mdm Ong compared section01 and section02 —>>> This class is so quiet, unlike the class next door…bla bla bla, telling how “noisy and merry that class is”. Following with reasons and arguments from students why this class is quiet. Eg: That class got a lot of jokers, Mdm Ong always twists our statements and answers, better don’t talk in this class. “When I twist their statements, they don’t give up, they argue with me. Why you give up so easily???…” bla bla bla<<< . Ya, lecturers compare and contrast these two classes all the time as both are engineering classes and yet they are so different. That was not the first time a lecturer compared section02 with section01. We always had no comment with that, admitting quietly that although section01 is so-called first class, section02 is better than us, in some aspects I would say.

Maybe it’s because section02 has an alien from district 9 (I heard from some other people, I didn’t come out with this name), our president, vice president, and a lot of brilliant and hardworking students. By saying this, I’m not saying that section01 is full of dumb and lazy students. Section01 has its excellent and persevering students as well(They are diam-diam ubi- That’s why potato is always our main topic and best topic in class, potato is not just about you, don’t be too perasan…). It’s just that the students in section01 is a little bit more modest than the people in section02. We’re more quiet than the other class doesn’t mean that we are no better than them. This class is always lively and cheerful when teachers are not there. Full of gossip and potatoes.

To fellow students from section01, we shall rise and strive for the best, we shall amaze the lecturers. Make them shocked and make their jaws drop. Prove them wrong and we shall be the best. YES WE CAN.

Add-on: I like to see people come out with new names for SAT…you guys did a good job. well done…

SAT=
Stupid American Test

[S]o what!!! you
[A]re just a
[T]EST!!!

Subjective Aggravating Test system

Super ‘AMUSING’ Test

Sit awaiting trouble

sickening abominable torture

Spoon-feeding Abolition Treat

Subjective Aggravating Torture System

Stupid Ass Test

Sex Aptitude Test

Students Against Testing

Shitty Ass Test

No Sense (Don’t read this)

If you insist to read, here you go. When YJ asked us to start a blog I felt intimidated because I had never blogged before. However, when I started blogging, I realized that something was right. That was “blogging excites me”, quoted from Nigel’s blog.

I wanted to post something, but I was running out of ideas. I was not in a mood of telling stories and my approaches to face SAT hadn’t come out. I did the same thing again, that was to view other people’s blogs, hoping that I could get some ideas from the blogs. Viewing the blog one after another, I still had no idea. I wanted to post something today and this is my post today with no idea, no theme, and no meaning.

After reading something meaningless, do u feel like slapping me on my face, whacking me on my head and smashing me into pieces?

Get Back to SAT

For this long while, this blog has been surrounding something we call karma,dark cloud, luck or bribery. With less than 37 days to SAT, it’s time to get the focus back to SAT.

Before I started writing this post, I was doing my very first practice test of SAT and I got my score. The score I got was an average one that can actually and seriously bring me nowhere and eventually finish my studies in Uniten.

It looks like I still have a long way to go. Definitely, no one wants to go for 2nd attempt but some people think they have to go for it. I don’t want to do my SAT 2 times but from the score I got just now, I think I have to go for 2nd attempt.

As I mentioned earlier, SAT has never been easy. Today when I looked at the questions of critical reading sections, I still saw alien symbols there that I had never seen. So when I skimmed through some blogs again, I found this very useful and helpful.

1. ante : before (antebellum, antediluvian)

2. anti : against (antithesis, antipathy, antiseptic)

3. auto : self (autocratic)

4. bene : good, well (benefactor, benevolent)

5. chron : time (anachronism, asynchronous)

6. circum: around ( circumnavigate, circumference, circumlocution)

7. con, com: with, together (convene, confluence, conjoin)

8. contra, counter : against (contradict, counteract)

9. cred : to believe (credible, credulity, incredulous)

10. dict: to speak (verdict, malediction)

11. dis: not (disperse, dissuade)

12. equi: equal (equidistant, equanimity)

13. ex, e : out, away (emit, enervate)

14. flu, flux : flow (fluctuate, effluvium)

15. hyper : above, over (hyperbolic, hyperactive)

16. in, im : not (inviolate, innocuous, intractable)

17. inter: between (intermittent, introvert)

18. mal : bad (malfunction, maladjusted)

19. multi: many (multivalent, multitude)

20. neo : new (neophyte)

21. omni : all (omnipotent, omnivorous)

22. per : through (persuade, impervious)

23. sanct : holy (sanctify, sanctuary)

24. scrib, script : to write ( prescribe, inscription)

25. spect : to look (circumspect, aspect, prospect)

26. tract : to drag, to draw (protract, detract, intractable)

27. trans : across (transigent)

28. vert : to turn (extrovert, introvert)

From http://think41sec.blogspot.com/

In fact, I was quite amazed by the poems posted on that blog too.

The materials for SAT have been with me since the very first day I came here or even before I came here. However, I never get started with the things I have. I seldom communicate and interact with them. Sometimes I do regret that I didn’t start doing SATs when I got to know I would have to sit for this test.

Because of critical reading now my forehead is full of stars and I think I better get to my bed now. Another day has gone(from MJ-You’re not alone), tomorrow I will have one day lesser to SAT. I have to come out with a better way to crack this thing as soon as possible. But I shall think tomorrow…

Karma 2

After school, i was actually very tire because  i rode Jung Kian’s bike back to Amanah. I wanted to go and sleep already but my BUDDY called me to play basketball at DSS. For sure, I did not reject them and we went to play basketball by bike at about 5 o’clock. Although i was quite tire, i still fetch “loser”( loser, i only can remember your nickname, sorry!) to DSS. I was too tire until i got no mood to play basketball at that time, i couldn’t play well. After playing for about one hour, there were some people who wanted to challenged us to play basketball and we accepted their challenge at the beginning. However, there came a guy that we dislike of and the guy wanted to join us to play. Because of him, we decided to go back to apartment and take our dinner. Jit Yang, Ronald and me wanted to go Upten to take our dinner while loser, Chee Wee and Trevor decided to go back to apartment because they had ordered catering. Jun Kit knew that he was so smelly and asked us to buy food for him from Upten. Never mind, we can help you since we did not want you to pollute the environment of Upten also. This time, Ronald fetched me on Jung Kian’s bike and i did not feel comfortable sitting behind him because i did not know where to put my feet. Speeding down the road, it was so nice when the wind blew on my face, it was wonderful. However, here comes the Karma!!!!

Still remember what had happened to Jung Kian last time? never mind, let me remind you. He was badly injured and that is why he did not join us to play basketball this afternoon. However, his bike is always be with us! While Ronald and I bike down the road with a velocity of infinity, my shoes(my only sport shoes) sacrificed its life to stop the bike from continue moving! My heel of my right foot stucked in the back wheel of Jung Kian’s bike!! try to imagine how WONDERFUL is it when my heel become the bike’s emergency brake!!! “ Oh my god, my shoes spoiled” i shouted. i came down from the bike and sat beside the road to take off my shoes. “Shit!! there were some red spot on my sock” i wondered. At that moment, my heel was pain and i take off my sock slowly and gently. My skin on the heel had been wore off by the back wheel of the bike. It is so painful!!!!!

*This is my sport shoes and my foot after the incident.

At that time, i was thinking that i did not have extra shoes for sport. My wound was dirty because we did not have any tissue papers. Jit Yang and Ronald helped me to buy food n i had to go back to Amanah immediately to clean my wound. My wound won’t stop bleeding and i had to bear with the pain, walking without shoes all the way back to Amanah. Chee Wee, Trevor and loser accompanied me walking back to Amanah because they knew injured people like me need help.

*This is my injured heel.

We must come up with a conclusion on all these events that had been happened on me and also my blogging partner, Jung Kian. What had happened on us are all due to karma!!! We planned to steal Jit Yang’s bike on Monday and on the same day, Jung Kian fell down from a speeding bike and injured badly. Today, same thing happened on the same bike as my heel was stucked in the back wheel of the bike. Let’s see what will happen to Mr. Ronald Tan who also took part in the action to steal Jit Yang’s bike. But, I believe that Jit Yang knows about the purpose of our plan and all of these are planned for his own good. Remember, this plan had left wounds on my right foot and Jung Kian’s left foot. let’s see what will happen to Ronald!! let’s us pray for him…

Stupidity

Let’s go back to my Sunday’s night or I should say Monday’s morning, the day i went bersahur 5am in the morning. This is all about stupidity. We went out for sahur on our bike, again. We biked around Uniten looking for food but there was no food. Not even a single stall was open. I started wondering, where are the others eating? We biked to Upten, it was closed, biked to COE, it was closed AGAIN. We got disappointed and frustrated twice(damn hungry la, dying already). The last outcome was to go back and cook instant noodles. Amanah was the super tall building we hated. When we got back to our room, didn’t even have the strength to cook already. I lay in the bed and met my ancestors in my dream.

This is first example of stupidity. Within 24 hours, biked around Uniten 4 times, approximately 20+ kilometers. (Gila betul!)

Tuesday, 1st of September 2009

A day we were supposed to have our Calculus Quiz. I studied all night long before that, I even studied a section which was not relevant and was not in the syllabus. That was my stupidity. I always slept in the class last time(last time only har…), I didn’t know that was not in the syllabus. Okay, I studied all night long hoping I could do well in that small quiz, waited for my lecturer to come in and gave us the test. Waited 15 minutes, 30 minutes and 60 minutes, he was not coming. At last, we got to know that he thought Tuesday was the Independence Day of our beloved country. Never mind, he was a soldier, maybe he was still in the midst of celebrating and saluting Najib.

Mdm Ong’s 5-minute break…taking advantage…

Because I was badly injured, I lent my bike to jk(another bugger) to bike from IKAL to COE. When he reached COE to meet me, his first sentence, “don’t pour me with hot soup, your gear came out but I fixed it back, and I fell down from the bike.”(It’s okay la, you are not injured, but my bike kena la…dark cloud [karma] is surrounding me…scary wei.) In fact, my phone got scratched also that time when I fell down from my bike. (My two newly bought items got scratched one after another!!!)

Another instance of  stupidity, while I was doing my physics tutorial, there came another suggestion(Jit Yang’s suggestion, not I want to mention your name but seriously that was your suggestion). “Let’s go and take supper at upten, come I fetch you on my bike.” ‘Okay, let’s go.’ Biking, wondering if we could get out of the gate to upten, the guard didn’t even care my existence. Luckily, there was one last stall for us to buy our food.

My supper and the buggers’ supper.

Bought the food, ate the food and time to go. When reached the gate…oh oh…the gate was locked. The guard came out and smiled to us and said:”use the main gate to enter.” (What the P…main gate is few kilometers away from upten and none of us can recognize the route to main gate…We shall try, the greatest stupidity.) Biked to D’tasik, confirmed that the door was not locked and we got into uniten so easily…

Wondering how to get to the main gate>>>>>>>>>>we found the main gate!

(your main gate is the gate of D’tasik???). No wonder there were so many thefts in uniten, cause the guards don’t even know there is another gate to enter. What is the point of locking the back gate while people can just enter from the gate of D’tasik without being seen by anyone? Our safety in Amanah is challeged and is questioned. On the way back, I couldn’t help shouting- STUPID, BODOH… If I were the person in charge, I would hire some other…

(no offense)