Sunday, October 28, 2007

Kepala Pusing!

Hari ini, saya akan menulis blog dalam bahasa melayu. ke bahasa malaysia? anyway, eh....apa ape pun, saya hanya akan mengeblog pasal rutin saya erm...for the past 24 hours (ok maaf saya malas alih bahasa sebentar).

semalam saya ke Marly Bar untuk menyambut hari jadi salina dan azzy yang ke 21. saya jumpa banyak rakan rakan saya di sana dan saya agak gembira. saya, rahman, yani, sheera, yamud, eiman, hafiz, baiti, dirah, paan, anas dan yaya menari dengan sangat galak. bak kata yamutay tasaday, "menari macam nak mati...". tapi nasib baik saya tak mati lagi...

selepas itu kami ke kedai makanan turki yang bernama Istanbul. Saya makan pizza. Yamud makan pizza juga. Mereka semua makan pizza juga. Saya suka pizza sebab ianya sangat simple (simple dalam BM ape eh?). Hanya roti dan terdapat banyak kepingan sayur, daging dan benda-benda menarik ditabur atasnya. Best kan??

Selepas itu kami ke SUV. Kami melepak macam nak mati lagi, dan saya mengepow rokok eiman dan hafiz untuk kali yang ke 72. nanti saya kene belanja mereka rokok satu karton kot, sebab saya dah banyak sangat mengepow rokok mereka. baik nye eiman dan hafiiizzzzz...(bayangkan saya cakap dengan nada gedik).

selepas itu saya dan yamud naik kereta hafiz dan dia hantar kami pulang ke dunblane, mase itu sudah waktu subuh. selepas sembahyang, saya dan yamud mengusha survivor di youtube (tube anda) dan kami mengira dengan jari siapa yang hot, siapa yang tua dan buruk, dan siapa yang macam bagus. saya suka survivor! (nada gedik lagi). saya beritahu yamud, kalau saya masuk pertandingan survivor, saya boleh menang! sebab saya hebat berlari, laju berenang dan saya pandai membuat kawan untuk "ally" dengan saya. hebat tak saya?

selepas itu, saya tidur dan bangkit pukul 5 petang. kepala saya macam nak pecah, dan kali ini, sya memang rase macam nak mati adoi! Saya buang masa sampai malam layan youtube sambil berborak dengan roy.

alan dan anwar datang. mereka ajak menonton texas chainsaw massacre daripada external mereka. saya sudah tengok filem itu, tapi saya setuju untuk tengok lagi sekali. saya tengok separuh jalan, dan saya rase macam nak muntah! dulu kami tengok filem itu di Hoyts, George Street bersama joe, yus, budin, syami, dirah dan yaya. saya ingat lagi yaya menangis tengok cerita itu, dan dirah hanya berselindung di sebalik bahu budin sebab dia takut sangat!

selepas nampak banyak sangat darah, saya keluar bilik dah tidak menonton lagi. saya pergi ke komputer untuk tengok youtube lagi. dan untuk menulis blog.

saya kene belajar thermodynamics! dan saya suka lagu "better than me" oleh Hinder! boleh tak saya cakap lagu itu lagi best dari seks? kalau tak boleh, beritahu ye...

STUVAC minggu depan!

Thursday, October 25, 2007

Raya Photos, but.....

Ok, sorry for the delay. I have been meaning to put up my Raya pictures ages ago, but a lot of unsettled issues along the way, so I kinda push off this post.

First I was so busy finishing up assignments, 5 more to go before the end of semester. I have been taking up 7 subjects this semester, and now I know the downfall of wanting to grad early hahaha!

Next was this two gargantuan interviews I had with Holden and Hatch Co. The interview was held in Wagga Wagga so that kinda took up all day on Monday, and I really hope they will offer me a job as an intern with them, considering the AUD 25 I've spent on the train fare!

And then, I am in the midst of planning my South America trip with my cousins, over the holidays. We'll be in Sao Paulo, Santiago and the rest of Chile's never-ending beaches and taking a grand finale in the land of Buenos Aires, Argentina. 21 days in total. Yo habla Latino! Yo soy un bueno!

Furthermore, my girlfriend is giving me headache as she was being demanding than ever before on the issues of where am I going to live over the summer break. She wants me to stay at her place, but I would prefer to stay with my parents, as a family get together would mean a lot to me over the break.

And then, oh yeah, for those of you who didn't know yet, I will be taking amateur and pre-modelesque photos with Nautica this 23rd November, so within the past few weeks, I've been very busy with the photography and body-structuring-for-beginning-models classes and all.

And on top of that, UMNO NSW's annual report is due soon, and I really hope I'll have the time to come out with clear and concise report to be handed in hand-to-hand to Tan Sri Muhyiddin Yassin, on the coming Perhimpunan Agung UMNO soon.

And I'm still finalising the contract I had with the Turner Bar in KL which I got through my cousin, who happens to work there as a DJ. They will be needing me to play some random selection of songs on the guitar from 26th December to 31st December. I really hope my rendition of Kau Ilhamku by Manbai will cause a dramatic implosion in Jalan Duta Lama soon. Wish me luck!

Well, I'm sure I should have managed to put up my Raya pictures gorging on Satay, Rendang and whatnot, if I wasn't so busy creating up lies just to brag to people on how fulfilled my life is.

Sorry! Raya picture next time yeah? (But I really hope that while you guys were reading this 30 seconds ago, a hint of admiration passed through your mind. At least you guys will be thinking; Wow gile superhuman mamat nih!). Sigh....

Monday, October 22, 2007

Spektor's Love-ology

I'm not sure whether this is wrong or right, but can I say that I miss home?

Of course I can. Whattheheck...

I miss the constant wake up calls my mum gave me, telling me it's already the brink of dawn, and I can never miss my Subuh. I miss seeing her anticipating the precious half an hour she stole to just kick back and browse through the newspaper. I miss those times when she checked on me before picking up my little siblings from school. I miss the times when she questioned me about my cravings, so she could prepare something for the family luncheon. I miss the times when she asked me when will be my next Spanish class. I miss the times when she would call me into the kitchen to just have a random conversation with her. I miss the times when I tell her how hard things were, and she would take the effort of printing quotes from the net or cutting inspiring newspaper articles, to just build me back again. I miss the times when she said she couldn't wait for next year, when we bid our farewell.

I miss my dad too. I miss the times when he would drive me around for some
mamak food indulgence. I miss the times when we had the father and son conversation, where he'd remind me how proud he is of myself. I miss the times when he got angry if an officemates called him during our casual family escapade. I miss the times when he would always remind me to read the selawat when troubles surfaced. I miss the times he told me to never give up, and as bad thing as things may seem, they don't last forever. I miss the times when he would tell me that people love those who rise from the ashes, so it's alright if you fall in life.

I miss my brother. I miss the times when he would willingly lend me his car and tell me I don't have to fill up the tank again. I miss the times when he would teach me new chords, while correcting the fingers-positioning. I miss the times when he told me to always understand the hardship my parents are going through in rising us up. I miss the times when he would simply take charge, and rise up to the occasion, when my parents are not around.

I miss the sister too. I miss the times when she would tell me stories about her crushes, and how prefect the guy is. I miss the times when she would list down all the possible movies we could catch on the weekends. I miss the times when she would tell me that I have the strength to finish my studies. I miss the time when she would described all her friends, and how she still thinks that her brothers are the best.

I miss Raihan, Raihanah and Ismail. I miss the times when I would tell them to keep their darn mouth quiet, and how the empty the house was, when they were away. I miss them asking me whether I love them or not. I miss entertaining them will all sorts of game, wondering all the way when will I next see them. I miss seeing the anxiety on their faces every time they discovered something new. I miss having them around me.

I guess the saying is always right.
Nothing beats home.

Monday, October 15, 2007

When I Thought So Highly Of You....

I used to think that the warmth of your eyes reflected the azure of the sky,
When in fact it was just another pair of eyes.

I used to think that your dazzling voice saturated the whole impression by the audience,
When in fact, I knew an even better voice exists.

I used to think your dramatic musical flare was something worth hailing for,
When in fact, it was just another different rhyme.

I used to think that your words were among the soothest that someone could offer,
When in fact, it was just another soul speaking her thoughts.

I used to think that your body epitomized the sensational beauty of God's creation,
When in fact, it was just another organized diet.

I used to imagine myself strolling by the beach hand in hand with you,
When in fact, I could have done that with another person.

I used to think that the wiggles of your smile uplifted my spirit more than anything else,
When in fact, sinister and sarcasm lies within.

I used to think that your walk was motivated by something unseen to the rest,
When in fact, you were just trying to impress the people around you.

I used to think that the clothes covering your body could not have looked prettier.
When in fact, you probably have spent hours planning for it.

I used to think that others loved you for who you are,
When in fact, your deceiving acts could have formed more nemesis.

I used to think that the sight of you rejuvenated my sore sight,
When in fact, there were other beauties worth appreciating too.

I used to think that the man you picked would be the luckiest man alive,
When in fact, everybody has their own distinctive charm.

Why do I used to think so highly of you?
Because when people are in love,
They tend to be blinded by the flaws,
But luckily,
That is only in the beginning...

Friday, October 12, 2007

The Price Card...

This would be one of those times when all I felt like doing is stir my innards, rearrange the stacks of textbooks beckoned on the corner of the table and mess it up all over again, complete the 7 enormous cycles of jumping down from my balcony then climb back up the stairs, and pack up all my belongings, then just straight head home where my families are.

Ok, I exaggerated a little bit.

This is one of those times when I am wrought with guilt, because I was so selfish, and so obnoxious about the feeling of others, thinking that human heart will NEVER play a part in any decision making process. Well, I was wrong.

I felt that I have committed an injustice to one of my companion here. I didn't give him the chance to prove himself, and worse, inside me, I didn't let him to. I was so busy being superficial and judging him from the outside, that I have missed all the words that he was trying to convey. I was so busy equating his past to his present, that I have missed the kind and almost perfect gesture that he was displaying. I was so busy underestimating him inside me, that I have missed the genuine heart and intentions that he was trying to uphold.

I felt like the worst human ever walked on earth.

Seriously, a thousand sincere apologies from me, and I will never do that again. Everybody has something to offer, and I should not misinterpret what they are anymore. I'm sorry.

Monday, October 08, 2007

Quoting Is Halfway To Believing....

It was a high counsel that I once heard given to a young person;
"Always do what you are afraid to do".
Ralph Waldo Emerson

Take calculated risks. That is quite different from being rash.
George S.Patton

If you do not hopes, you will not find what is beyond your hopes.
St Clement of Alexandra

We are all inventors, each sailing on a voyage of discovery, guided each by a private chart, of which there is no duplicate. The world is all gates, all opportunities.
Ralph Waldo Emerson

Seek the lofty by reading, hearing and seeing great work at some moment everyday.
Thornton Wilder

The only way of finding the limits of the possible is by going beyond them into the impossible.
Arthur C. Clarke

We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, therefore, is not an act, but a habit.

Work spares us from three evils; boredom, vice and need.

Experience is the child of thought and thought is the child of action.
Benjamin Disraeli

The best way out is always through.
Robert Frost

Nothing will ever be attempted if all possible objections must first be overcome.
Samuel Johnson

Fortune favours the brave.
Publius Terence

He who hesitates is lost.

Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall.

Great spirits have always encountered violent opposition from mediocre minds.
Albert Einstein

Nothing great was ever achieved without enthusiasm.
Ralph Waldo Emerson

Nothing contributes so much to tranquilize the mind as a steady purpose; a point on which the soul may fix its intellectual eye.
Mary Shelley

Sunday, October 07, 2007

Coming Out Of The Closet....

On Saturday, October 6th, Joe, Kazar, Anwar, Rahman, Ririn and myself had our buka puasa at Nando's in Camperdown. After that, we had a lepak session in my house till about 2am, singing the birthday song as it was Ririn's 21st, and wishing her happiness all the same.

In the midst of all the laughs and jokes, we had a question for everyone. It was; who would you turn gay for? I know it was so stupid and ridiculous to even begin with, but surprisingly everyone suddenly sat there for a moment, lost in their thoughts, as their minds were busy strutting down to all the popular faces of the world, that they would turn gay for hahahaa! So after about a few minutes of silence and sinister eye-gazing, everyone kinda came out with an answer.

Ok, I'm not gonna mention what everyone says hahaha! But the funny part was when Rahman said that he would turn gay for someone who look like Yamud, yes Yamud, but with a tougher built hahhahahaa! Seriously, I thought that was hilarious. He say Yamud has the manly and macho face, just a small body size hahahhaa!

And me? Hahahha, dengan nada yang sangat yakin, I said I would turn gay for
... Kaka! Hahahaha!

The victim; Yamud, trying to lick my undies (matilah Ramen jealous huhu) and Kaka ngeh3!

Wednesday, October 03, 2007


For those of you who watched the movie Cinta by Khabir Bakhtiar and cried a bucket over it, will probably understand this entry best. One of the stories encrypted in Cinta was about a girl acted out by Sharifah Amani who left her home far behind to search for the boyfriend that she was deeply in love with. Somewhere along her journey, fate brought her to the presence of a guy, by Pierre Andre, who later helped her to locate her boyfriend, amidst the hustle bustle metropolitan world of the busy Kuala Lumpur. Making a long story short, they eventually fell in love with each other instead, after discovering the deceiving side of Amani's boyfriend. No need to elaborate further, half of you readers probably know the story better than I do.

Anyway, a similar drama is happening to me this time around, and this brought me to the light of feeling-feeling that I am Pierre Andre, and the girl involved (lets just call her Cik Siti) is Sharifah Amani (very the drama sial!).

I knew her through chatting in MSN. My friend in Msia introduced us through MSN (how complicated is that!), and we ended up chatting online for a few days, filling each others' voids (drama lagi!). her stories has it that she has been together with this guy studying in Macquarie University, Sydney for 5 years, and they have been nothing but a happy couple. But recently, he stopped replying her sms-es, or returning her phone calls. Silent treatment yang horror lah senang cerita. This girl was so worried and broken, and being in love, is desperate and willing to go the extra length just to see him in Sydney, and clarify things out (sorry Cik Siti, aku dok bitch pasal kau dalam blog aku). Although I was initially taken aback by such dare, I later agreed to help her, after learning on how desperate and sad she was, and all her did throughout our MSN phone calls was crying.

What makes me feel even more that she resembles Sharifah Amani was the fact that she has soft and somewhat irritating voice, was always complaining on her issues, and somehow managed to reveal to me her weak, dependent, and vulnerable sides. And me being the patient guy that I am, definitely suits the trait of Pierre Andre (drama please). So I helped her out, telling her about the bus systems here in Sydney, listening to her rants on how scared and broken hearted she was, paying fake attentions to her lovesick chronicles, and comforting her every time she needs it. Sometimes she ticked me off too, by being so pessimistic and unprepared to travel 6000 km (ok nak bitch lagi sikit, she told me stuff like; MAD! Visa camne??!!, I tak reti masak tau so camne Mad??, Mad I kene berbuka dengan nasik tau! Mad, I takut nak datang Sydney! or worse; Mad, you jangan kate I gile tau!). Memang kau gile pon Cik Siti.

So after 4 days of virtual interacting, she finally set foot in Sydney on Oct 2nd, I picked her up and brought her to my house. I explained to her that a lot of people has stayed over in my place, so there's no need to feel awkward or whatever. When she asked me: Mad, girlfriend you tak marah ke?...I replied; tak la, dia open minded and tak insecure mcm you. So takyah risau. Yes, I lied saying that I'm taken (Sumpah rase cool gile!).

In the morning of Oct 3rd, the next day, I brought her to the bus stop. I explained to her on how the bus here works, and the important landmarks around the city and Camperdown that she needs to start recognizing. Then the first problem appeared; I wasn't sure on what bus to take to bring her to Macquarie University Village, and that is only natural, since I didn't go there often (how about never?), and all the bus routes in North Sydney are so complicated. So for one hour or so, amidst the tire and thirst of Ramadhan, we walked all the way from Wynyard, than back to Martin's Place, and back to bus and train terminal in Wynyard again to inquire some things, and finally headed to York Street, where all the buses to Epping would stop.

The bus journey was about 70minutes or so, and I sat there, listening to her stories, on how different her boyfriend now is, and how scared to death she is in case the guy in her life has lost that loving feeling. Finally when we reached Macquarie University, somewhere between North Ryde and Epping, we had another drama. The address of her boyfriend's house couldn't be located, and we spent 2.5 hours (150 minutes!) asking around, walking back and forth Balaclava Street, and going into the wrong housing area and such! An Asian guy finally helped us, saying that the house is actually situated on another street, but the official address has been registered differently. Cheit bongok btol la. I wonder how the postman can deliver letters to them.

So in front of the boyfriend's house, I sort of noticed that this Cik Siti is one-quarter crying, and I could see that she was so nervous and anxious to meet the guy, after many months of "abandonment". I rung the bell. No answer. I rung again. Still, no answer. Probably in class? So we sat there, thinking that it's a good idea to wait for him to come back (and by that time, it was already 11 am, panas gile Tuhan je tahu). In the end, another Asian guy came with his shopping bags, and he opened up the front door for us, and both of us dashed to Cik Siti's boyfriend's apartment. We knocked hard, I mean I did, and the guy finally emerged. He was surprised like hell to see Cik Siti, and Cik Siti ni plak dah separuh pengsan tgk lelaki pujaan dia tuh, tak terurus sebab baru bangun tidor kot. We went in, both of them into the guy's room, and I headed to the living room, picking up a TESL book to read, just to kill time.

I kinda eavesdropped (of course I did), and I can tell that the girl spoke a gazillion words, begging for his explanations, or forgiveness, but the guy remained silent, continuing with his chores as if nothing happened. After 20 minutes, the Cik Siti's face memang dah macam nak koma, and lelaki tu boleh diam je, dok buat tak tahu. Bukanla nak cakap aku ni baik sgt, tp kuang ajar la tu kan? Considering how susah payah this girl has been through to see him! After almost one hour, I called Cik Siti out, saying that I need to get back to USyd, and whether she wants to follow or not. Lelaki tu still dok buat muka bodoh, ape problem depa, wallahualam. She said she wants to stay, to just talk to the guy, after months of silent treatment, and whilst she said all that, all I could see was her relentless tears. Although drama, tapi terasa sebak la jgak.

So I left for home, thinking what will happen next, and secretly wishing Cik Siti all the best.

So the difference between us and the original version of the movie Cinta? Well, Pierre Andre fell for Amani in the end, but in my case, I don't fancy myself falling for this girl hahahhahaa I'm evil! Oh yes, another difference, our setting is not in Kuala Lumpur, but in the Harbour City of Sydney!

If I were to be like Andre and fall for her, it's gonna be sooo dramatic, and very Cinderella-ish kot. And that's something I would just you know, pass. In short, very the drama la kan!

So, which version do you prefer?